Humiliated at Church (An Original Story)

First a bit of background: I’ve been corresponding with an online Master. Today I was scheduled to head to my church and bake five coconut cakes for our Saturday luncheon. My Master instructed me to arrive at the church while locked inside my pink Holy Trainer V2 short, sporting my larger plug. Since I don’t drive, I had to walk there and back—a 1.2-mile journey each way—remaining fully lockup with that big plug in place throughout. I wasn’t really paying attention to what I was wearing when I left, just grabbing whatever I had on for the day: a t-shirt paired with girls’ light baby blue “sofee” shorts made of cotton. These shorts are incredibly short and tight.

As I walked toward the church, the plug kept rubbing against my g-spot (prostate), and several times I felt my little balls tighten up along with a shot of precum shooting or oozing out into my see-through panties. Once at the church, after working for a bit, I noticed a lady staring intently at my crotch area. Looking down, horror set in as I realized that through my tight shorts, you could clearly make out the outline of my chastity device. Not only was the cage visible, but there was also a half-dollar-sized wet spot on the front of my shorts near the opening of the cage. I felt utterly humiliated, embarrassed, and ashamed. The worst part? I couldn’t hide it. Trying to keep my hands in front of my crotch helped somewhat, though it wasn’t easy.

A few days later: Well, Master has decided he wants me to wear the same outfit to church again tomorrow for our luncheon: my tiny pink cage, my butt plug, and those same tight blue short shorts. He’s also instructed me to switch to see-through thong panties. Furthermore, I am not allowed to keep my hands in front of me; they must stay at my sides when idle.

There will be around 80 people there, and I know it is going to be so humiliating. He has already made me lock up and plug my sissy pussy tonight, so I expect to be very horny by tomorrow.

The story: I put on what Master had told me to wear and walked the 1.2 miles to church, arriving around 8:30 am. The entire way, the large plug in my sissy pussy rubbed against my prostate, keeping me incredibly hard and leaking precum like never before. You could clearly see the chastity device through the front of my shorts; I felt so embarrassed.

When I finally made it inside, I went straight to the bathroom to check how bad the leakage was. Looking down at the front of my tight baby blue cotton shorts, there was a huge wet precum stain on them. The see-through panties did nothing to catch what was dribbling out from between my clit and cage.

On Wednesday, after noticing someone looking at my bulge and wet spot, I tried keeping my hands in front of my crotch for the rest of the time so no one else would notice. Master had instructed me that this time, I should keep my hands at my sides unless they were busy doing something. There would be around 80 people here today, and I knew people would definitely notice. As I exited the restroom, I was feeling very humiliated.

I finally gathered enough courage to go out and start helping prepare lunch. About twelve church members were there working on getting food ready for the community luncheon. Immediately, I noticed Miller. He is a hot 19-year-old straight boy who has been the focus of many of my masturbation fantasies. He and his brother Hunter (who just turned 18) are two of the hottest guys I have ever seen. Unfortunately, Hunter wasn’t there that day, much to my disappointment.

As I looked over at Miller, I felt my sissy clit (cock) throb within its cage and sensed a large burst of precum flowing out. I knew he had a girlfriend because I see her regularly at church; she has large breasts and wears inappropriately short dresses.

I went about cutting and plating the five coconut cakes I made on Wednesday, not paying much attention to anything else while occasionally glancing at Miller and thinking how hot he was. If it weren’t for this stupid chastity cage, I likely would have gone into the bathroom to jack off while thinking of him.

As I worked, Millers’ mom Cassie came over and started talking to me, but all I could think about was Miller and my horniness. Then I noticed her look at my crotch and give a kind smile as she kept chatting. My face warmed up and turned red. A few minutes later, Miller joined our conversation.

While we talked, he commented on how hot it was and mentioned that he was sweating. He lifted his t-shirt to wipe his face with the bottom hem. When he did this, I got a great view of his flat, tan stomach and six-pack abs. I also caught a really good look at the waistband and top part of the front of his jockstrap (I have a huge fetish for guys in jockstraps, especially straight ones).

As he lowered his shirt back down, I felt another much stronger throb in my tiny chastity device followed by another surge of precum.

We continued talking as I plated the cake. Soon Miller grew bored and walked away to find something better to do. Both my throbbing swollen clit and I were grateful for the break. Before long, all five cakes were cut and plated. As I asked if there was anything else that needed doing, I noticed an older lady named Betty looking at my crotch and wet spot with a deeply disgusted expression on her face. Once again, I flushed red.

The guy who cooks for our weekly luncheon has a beautiful large black dog named Bear, whom he always brings along. We have an enclosed porch off the back of the kitchen where they let him roam freely without worrying about him running off. I asked Tony if Bear was outside, and when he said “yes”, I told everyone I would go pet him for a few minutes.

As I started out—much to my excitement—Miller said, “Oh, I want to pet him too,” and followed me. While we were petting Bear, Miller kept making comments about how “Massive” Bear’s balls were and what a “huge knot” he must have. I just brushed it off and continued petting and talking to the dog.

Then Miller looked at me and said, “I feel like I have a bug bite or something on my back; will you take a look and tell me what it is?”

I said, “Sure,” and he turned his back to me, lifting his shirt. What I saw shocked me. His shorts were riding really low, with his jock hanging out the top of them, along with about four inches of exposed ass.

Once again, I felt a throb within my cage—actually several throbs—as my clit tried in vain to get hard and my pussy sucked my large plug tighter. Pulling myself away from checking out his backside, I looked over his back. I couldn’t see anything there and asked where it was bothering him? He pointed to the spot.

I leaned in closer, but it looked no different than the rest of his skin. Telling him I didn’t see anything, he lowered his shirt back down. We continued petting and talking to Bear for a few more minutes before going back into the church’s kitchen to help out.

One of the ladies asked me to get a bowl off the top shelf of one of the cabinets, so I reached up and stretched to grab it for her. Behind me, I heard a slight giggle but thought nothing of it at the time. It wasn’t until afterwards that Millers’ mom Cassie came up to me, pulled me aside, and said that when I stretched to reach the bowl, my shirt rode up enough for everyone to see my pink see-through thong sticking out from under the top of my shorts. She suggested I might want to try keeping it down because “it might be embarrassing for you if everyone knew you have a panty fetish,” she added.

I instantly turned red and tried to think of something to say. Finally, I blurted out, “I don’t have a panty fetish (lie), I just lost a bet with a friend.” She replied, “Oh okay, well still,” and walked away.

At this point, I felt like I had to pee, so I told everyone I would be right back as I needed a restroom break. Miller, who was standing right next to me, said, “Good idea,” and led the way. As we left the kitchen and went out into the hallway, he started heading for the stairs, but I said, “The bathroom is just down here…”

e replied that he preferred the restroom on the main floor because it was nicer, newer, and featured a large accessible stall. I followed him up the stairs without giving it much thought.

There were no people in this section of the church on Saturday, with the hallway lights off. We entered the bathroom, and as I headed toward one of the stalls, Miller commented, “Oh, you must have to poop.” I answered that I was just urinating. He questioned why I wasn’t using a urinal instead. Although I need to sit down due to my chastity device, I didn’t want to explain it to him. To avoid drawing attention or answering more questions, I moved to the leftmost of the three wall-mounted urinals.

Miller stepped up to the middle one right next to me, which seemed odd since he could have taken the far-right spot for more privacy between us. Nervously, I pulled down my shorts and panties slightly, wondering how I would manage peeing in this device without making a mess, hoping Miller wouldn’t look over and see it. Hearing his stream start gave me confidence to begin mine too, resisting the urge to peek at his cock.

I finished first, pulling up my clothes, relieved that he hadn’t noticed my device. Surprisingly, I had managed well without any spills as I went to wash my hands. Looking in the mirror, I saw a larger precum stain on the front of my shorts than when we arrived, causing me to blush with embarrassment. Miller flushed his toilet while I washed up.

With my hands still under cool water, Miller approached and did something that completely shocked me. While ignoring everything else around him, he reached out in front of me, grabbed the front of my shorts along with my chastity device. I jumped then froze, looking at him. He had a confident smirk as he asked, “What’s this?” Stumbling for words, he tugged gently on the fabric and said, “Well.” Realizing I needed to speak, I stammered, “Nothing, we should head back.”

He insisted, “No, it is definitely something, and I want to see what it is. Why don’t you go into that stall?” My mind went blank; my first thought was, “Really nothing, just… my cock. We’d better get back before people arrive.” He wasn’t having any of it: “Go in the stall… NOW!”

His stern tone made me obey. He released his grip and followed me into the large accessible stall, locking the door behind him. I turned around, and he asked if I was going to keep him waiting all day or show him what’s happening. Despite my pleas that it was nothing and we should return to the kitchen, he wouldn’t back down.

Reluctantly, I pulled down my shorts to reveal pink see-through panties, clearly showing the chastity device through them. A drop of precum fell from them as he stared at their front. “Take your panties all the way down,” he commanded after asking what was wrong when I hesitated.

I sighed and lowered both shorts and panties to my ankles. Looking down, he noted, “So it is a chastity device; I thought so.” It surprised me that this hot, straight 19-year-old even knew the term. When I asked if I could pull up my shorts again, his simple answer was no.

He grasped and rolled my balls in his hand before giving them a light squeeze, telling me to calm down as they felt full. He asked how long it had been since I last ejaculated; I said just the past few days, though only locked since last night. Then he bent down to inspect my small pink prison.

Again asking if I could pull up my shorts because we really needed to leave, he replied that I would know when they were coming back up and asked why I was leaking so much after only a few days. Hesitantly, I explained that the large butt plug in my sissy pussy was rubbing my prostate, making me hard and leaky.

He told me to turn around and show him the base of the big plug. Without saying a word, he grabbed it and started pulling out slightly. “Hey! What are you doing? Don’t do that,” I protested. He replied sharply, “Shut up faggot.” As he pulled almost fully out before letting my sissy pussy suck it back in, he said, “Someone is hungry,” repeating the motion of withdrawing and reinserting.

I worried about showing off to someone else or having him mess with my plug. He responded firmly that he was now master. Shocked, I simply agreed. Then he made me turn around and stand up as he took hold of my balls again, squeezing very hard until I cried out in pain.

He asked if I would be his sissy faggot from then on; when I didn’t answer verbally, he squeezed harder and pulled down, forcing a shout of “Yes!” He pressed even tighter asking for confirmation: “Yes what?”

“Yes Sir,” I replied. Satisfied, he told me to kneel before him. He lowered his basketball shorts to reveal thin threadbare jockstrap with a noticeable erection bulge.

I stared wide-eyed at the sight of it happening in reality. He warned me to keep my hands away from my “clit cage” or else and instructed me to kiss the front of his jock, which I did before he shoved my face into it. Smelling his musky scent mixed with a hint of urine, I throbbed inside my chastity device.

He let go, allowing me to pull back as he asked me to lower his jockstrap to his knees without touching the cock itself or risk punishment. As I pulled down the elastic waistband carefully, his huge (at least 7.5-inch) uncut penis sprang free with a thick foreskin and large hanging balls that appeared shaved beneath trimmed pubes.

Looking up at him for further orders while precum oozed steadily from my sissy clitty, he asked if I liked it, noting how often I watched him and his brother. He commanded me to kiss the cock then each ball as a sign of respect due to master. When I reached out to touch the penis, he slapped my hand away.

He said to keep hands down before slapping harder still.

”. I placed my hands back down and leaned in to kiss his hard, thick, uncut cock, followed by each testicle. He said, “I bet you want to suck it, don’t you faggot?” I eagerly replied, “yes Sir.” He instructed me to slide my tongue under his foreskin and roll it around, licking the inside thoroughly. As I started raising my hands to grip his cock again, he quickly lifted a hand as if ready to slap me. I froze and lowered my arms back to my sides. Leaning in again, I struggled to get my tongue beneath his foreskin. He looked down and said, “Here, let me help,” gently pulling back the foreskin so I could slip my tongue under it, getting a taste of the obvious precum on the head of his cock. Following instructions, I licked greedily all around his foreskin. After about five minutes, he began to speak again.

“Now you get the grand prize,” he said. “I want you to suck my cock. Suck every inch and take it into your throat. When I cum, swallow every drop. Waste one drop and you’ll wish you’d never come to church dressed like a slut in your chastity with that plug leaking all over.”

I sucked him into my mouth but couldn’t take him fully down or into my throat without gagging. This seemed to make him even harder; every time I gagged, he throbbed against me. After a few minutes of sucking, he said, “Go all the way down on it,” so I tried again. Getting about halfway, I gaged and started pulling back. He grabbed my head, pulling me forward while harshly thrusting his hips out. His cock slid all the way down my throat as I gagged and tried to inhale; he held me there for a few seconds before letting go. As I continued sucking, he praised me as a “good sissy” taking his Master’s cock.

After another few minutes of sucking, I felt him throb and heard his breathing deepen. He announced, “I’m going to cum,” and almost instantly I felt the first explosion in my mouth. I swallowed as more came, struggling to keep up with the heavy stream from a man who obviously was a heavy cummer. Then it happened: a dribble of warm cum escaped my lips and slid down my chin.

“No!” I screamed internally, but it was too late. He continued pumping his hot straight boy cum into my mouth for several more seconds before pulling out. Looking down at me, he immediately spotted the stream on my chin. “What did I tell you about wasting my cum, faggot?”

I said, “I’m sorry, but there was just so much of it. I tried to swallow it all, but couldn’t keep up.” “I will do better next time,” I promised.

He replied, “This can’t go unpunished, but for now we’d best get back.” He used his cock to rub the cum on my chin into my face and told me to leave it there. Then he ordered me to lick him clean, ensuring no cum remained anywhere. I obeyed, then kissed his cock and each ball out of respect.

He pulled up his threadbare jockstrap, tucking in his still semi-hard cock before pulling on his shorts. He instructed me to stand, turn around, and bend over. I did as told, feeling him tug at my plug until it popped all the way out. Holding the plug, he had me face him again.

He brought the plug—fresh from my sissy pussy—to my lips. “Open,” he said. I obliged as he slid the large device into my mouth. Humiliated and tasting something nasty, he explained, “I’m doing this for two reasons: first, to teach you to keep that pussy hole clean at all times; second, your plug could use more lube after being in you so long.”

He told me it had better be spotless when he pulls it from my mouth. I licked and sucked hard, still tasting what I assumed was feces. After a few minutes, he removed the plug, inspected it, approved of my work, and ordered me to turn around and bend over again. I obeyed as he slid the large plug back into my tight sissy pussy.

Once seated, he told me to pull up my panties and shorts. Bending down, I noticed a puddle on the floor where I had been kneeling. As I pulled up my clothes, the stall door opened and Miller walked out. He was gone before I could fully straighten my shorts. I went into the dark hallway and down the steps back to the kitchen.

Everyone seemed concerned about my absence, including Miller who loudly asked in front of everyone where I had been. I claimed I’d taken a private phone call while Miller smirked at me. They asked for help preparing bread for the oven, then our assistant pastor looked at me and said, “Honey, it looks like you spilled something on the front of your shorts.” Everyone turned to look at the huge cum stain on my shorts’ front, and I heard a slight laugh from Miller.

Ashamed, embarrassed, and humiliated, I replied, “Yes, it’s tea,” while continuing to fix the bread, hoping the matter was settled.

By the time the bread was ready, it was nearing 10:30 AM when we opened the doors for an hour of coffee before lunch. I noticed Miller drinking lots of both coffee and tea, announcing each new full cup. When asked if she wanted me to open the doors, the assistant pastor said yes.

As I made my way to the door, just as I was about to open it, Miller walked up and said, “I’m going to the bathroom, and you are coming with me.”

I opened the door to greet everyone, then followed Miller back upstairs. Throughout the walk, I wondered what he would do next.

Inside the bathroom, he told me into enter a stall where I obediently knelt and opened my mouth as instructed. He pulled out his cock and slid just the tip in. “Hold it right there,” he said. Then, “I have to pee really badly, and you are going to drink every last drop.”

My stomach turned, and I started pulling back to tell him I wasn’t into water sports or piss play, but he grabbed my head firmly before I could speak.

He warned that if any liquid went anywhere other than down my throat, he would add harsh punishment on top of the penalty for not swallowing his cum. Then he let loose with a strong stream. The hot liquid filled my mouth and tasted terrible. He paused occasionally to let me catch up, continuing until his bladder was empty.

Somehow, I managed to swallow it all without letting even a drop escape. I felt sick throughout the process, tears streaming down my cheeks at how gross it was. When he finished, he asked if my plug needed more lube. I said no as he put his cock back into his jockstrap and shorts and left the bathroom with me following close behind.

Back in the kitchen, we helped finish preparing food while Miller frequently lifted his shirt to wipe sweat from his face, revealing his stomach, abs, and the top of his jockstrap. As we served lunch, I noticed people looking at my crotch, whispering and pointing.

Before serving was complete, Miller had made me follow him into the restroom three more times so he could empty his full bladder into my mouth, feeding me one additional load of cum along with it.

I stood at the sink finishing dishes while talking to Cassie, Miller’s mom, who was drying for me. When Miller walked over, he told her that he had been getting to know me today and that I

It seemed like a good idea, so I asked her if she’d mind me joining them for lunch at their place tomorrow after the service. She said it would be wonderful and mentioned she was making meatloaf with plenty of food left over.

I was genuinely surprised; I couldn’t believe he wanted me to come around his family or that he cared about being seen with me in public like this. A bit nervous too, because I knew Miller had something up his sleeve, though I wasn’t quite sure what it was yet.

After finishing the dishes while Cassie dried the last one, I caught her glancing at my crotch with a subtle smile.

I said goodbye to everyone and told them I’d see them in church that morning. As I headed out, Miller stopped me. He asked if we could walk over to his mom’s minivan for a quick moment because he wanted to show me something. We walked there together, and he popped open the rear hatch. After rummaging through a gym bag for a few seconds, he pulled out another jockstrap.

It was white but heavily stained yellow; you could see the marks all over it. He explained that this was his favorite piece to wear when playing sports or hitting the gym. He claimed he’d owned it since he was fourteen years old and only washed it once a year because it acted as his good luck charm.

I stared at it in mild disgust, wondering why on earth he was showing me an old jockstrap. He told me that every time he masturbated, he used this one to wipe up the mess, sometimes even peeing into it. I looked at it and said something casual like ‘okay, sure,’ trying not to show how grossed out I felt.

Then he mentioned it was nearing the one-year mark for washing. He handed it over and told me to smell it. I politely declined with a no thanks, but gave him that stern, demanding look of his until I pressed it to my nose and pretended to breathe in deeply. Miller knew instantly I was faking; he warned that if I didn’t really inhale, he’d hold me down and force the issue.

So I took a deep breath—it was rank, almost gag-inducing—and wanted to vomit right then. When I handed it back, he refused it, insisting I take it home with me. “Why?” I asked. He replied that tonight before bed, I needed to wear this dirty jockstrap over my face like a blindfold or mask while sleeping all night long. He also wanted proof via photo that I was being a good little sissy.

I didn’t want to but agreed. Before letting me go, he added more instructions: he asked for my cell number (which I gave), then questioned who held the keys to my chastity device. I answered “me.” He said I must bring those keys with me tomorrow to church—every single one of them.

He also instructed me to arrive at 9 am instead of 10, early enough for Sunday school but without actually attending it. Keep the device locked on and your pussy plugged, he emphasized.

“Is that all?” I asked. “Yes,” he confirmed.

I turned to leave, tucking his filthy jock into my pocket as we walked home. Then came one last command: “Oh, by the way, those hairs around your clit and on your balls better be gone by tomorrow morning. Sissies don’t have pubes—that’s for real men.”

I nodded okay, and he added that I should wear a see-through thong to church as well. I promised I would and headed home.

The 1.2-mile walk felt endless. My cock stayed hard the whole time, my mind racing with thoughts of Miller’s actions today and what tomorrow held at church and later at his house for lunch.

I finally got home around 2 pm, desperately wishing to cum. The plug had rubbed against my prostate all the way back from church, leaving me as horny as ever.

Sitting down at my computer, I emailed my online Master letting him know that perhaps he could release me—I’d found a local Master who wanted full ownership and preferred real-time training over our current setup.

While typing this update, a text came through from an odd number. It was a picture of a massive uncut cock with cum dripping down it. Before I fully processed the image, another message arrived: “Don’t you wish you could cum like a real man? Oh, and by the way, that’s your new Master Miller.”

I replied confirming yes, I did want to cum, and thanked him for sending the photo.

Now I’m horny as hell and anxious about tomorrow. Still unsure what exactly will happen—whether to go to church, attend lunch at his place, or something else entirely.

Do you guys like the story so far?

I'll keep following along. I made a promise to myself and have returned home. The walk of 1.2 miles seemed to go on forever. My cock remained rigid throughout, with my mind churning over Miller’s behavior today and anticipating what tomorrow brings at church and later during lunch at his house. I arrived back around 2 pm, desperate for release. The plug had been grinding against my prostate the entire journey from church, leaving me as eager as ever. Sitting at my computer, I sent an email to my online Master suggesting he might let me go—I’d met a local Master who wanted complete ownership and favored real-time training over our current arrangement. While typing this update, a text arrived from an unknown number. It included a photo of a huge uncut cock with cum dripping down it. Before I could fully absorb the picture, another message popped up: "Don't you wish you could cum like a proper man? Oh, and by the way, that's your new Master Miller." I replied confirming yes, I did want to release, and thanked him for sharing the photo. Now I'm extremely horny and anxious about tomorrow. Still unsure of exactly what will happen—whether to go to church, head to lunch at his place, or something else entirely. Do you guys like the story so far?

i am looking forward to more … much more!! Love this kind of fantasy and you write well in comparison to many!! Keep going please!! The only thing I do wonder is if perhaps this should be in the kinks section as it may be a bit ott for some of the newbies and more vanilla crowd. Personally I’m happy with it but perhaps (maybe the mods could decide) it might be better in the kinks. Just my 2c worth. MsM’s ld