>>50000256The more contempt Sonia shows towards me, the deeper grows my masochistic obsession with her. Since it became impossible for me to hide my masturbation addiction, Sonia is reluctant to expose me to her frequent sexual activity, which is why I've grown so fixated on her perfect little feet: so small and feminine on her thick, womanly legs, nails so prettily painted in green, her favorite color. While I once needed moans of pleasure to fap, that sound of her bare soles slapping against the tiles outside my closet is enough to make me goon for hours on my bare mattress, spurting out premature loads as I imagine her boyfriend caressing her soles and breathing in their scent: a mix of creamy moisturizer and faintly acrid sweat. Her shoes are now the most intimate item of clothing I can sneak a whiff of on the rare occasions I'm unattended. I long for the days I could steal her panties from the hamper, but Sonia has had locks fitted everywhere. I don't even have house keys anymore; I have to ring the bell, and wait for big sis to escort me to my new "room", shuffling behind her slowly to drink in her imposing, curvaceous, and maternal form in eye-poppingly small and slinky gowns that ride up her plump thighs but never quite give me the view that I'm craving. Most night it's the best part of my day.
Sonia sold my clothes, and I'm stripped nude before bed to ensure I don't dirty any of them with my frequent fapping. Around the house I'm only allowed to wear tight yellow Pikachu shorts and a boyish Charmander t-shirt, both of which I've outgrown, leaving her in no doubt when "my little problem" flares up. As she twists my atrophied arm behind my back and spews venomous words of condemnation for my pitiful addiction, I feel her strong, sweaty hand wrapped around my wrist, my skinny leg pressing against her plush thigh, and cum in my childish colorful shorts. Afterwards, the word "chastity" passed her lips for the first time, and I could've kissed my Goddess' toes;
