Yes, this is my rulebook

New rule: Mistresses will be wanting to get rid of me for no reason, and single girls will be incredibly attracted to me. This attraction will not apply to girls in serious relationships.

New rule: No one will be aware of the rulebook, and I will always know where it is, and no one else can write in it.

"There we go," thought John, "that should solve my problems. Now I can get a girl who wants me--and my chastity. I also didn't want my mistress to find out about the book, so I thought I would cover my tracks."

John continued to serve his mistress, cooking for her, cleaning for her and otherwise being obedient, when she told him that they were going out. The boys never went out.

"Mistress, why are we leaving the house, and what should I wear?' asked John, as this was completely out of the ordinary.

"We are leaving because, although for no reason, I simply do not appreciate your company. I am of to find you another keeper, perhaps one that would at least marginally like you. As for clothing, I want you in your green sweater and skinny jeans--with the pick leather chastity cage. I am going to unlock your old one, and follow you while you dress. If you so much as rub anything anywhere, your going to be punished. I also am going to lock you into a day collar, a delicate shiny chain with a tiny little ring. It's purely symbolic, but it's important you remember your place."

"Of course mistress. Thank you for taking me out to try to find somewhere I would be useful."

John's mistress asked him to strip so she could undo his current chastity cage, so he did. Now completely naked, he walked to his room with her close behind him. She retrieved the cage and wrapped the belt section around his waist, before securing the ring and hinging the top half downward. It had a strong downward curve, and John was quite uncomfortable with the new device, but part of him loved it.

He pulled up his skinny jeans, slipped the sweater over his head, and politely asked his mistress to put his collar on, which she did. After this, she told him to get into the car--backseat. They were going to a meeting grounds.

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John didn't know what any of that meant, but his mistress had told him to be quiet, so he was. They exited the car after about thirty minutes, showing up at an old, run-down baseball field in the middle of nowhere. On the abandoned field, other mistresses had boys, and a few girls were walking about to inspect them. It was now obvious that this was a spot to trade boys, or buy them.

Almost right away, a woman who introduced herself as Holly came over. She was in a short pink bodycon dress, with high heels and beautiful loose black waves in her hair. Her olive skin was free of any imperfections, and she looked like a goddess.

John's Mistress and Holly started a long conversation just out of earshot, but John could see Holly writing his mistress a check. As soon as that had ended, the mistress handed Holly many keys. They walked over, and the Mistress said "Your someone else's now John."

Holly then spoke "Hello John--my name's Holly, but I both request an expect that you call me Miss Holly in public and Princess in private. I am taking you to be my boyfriend, but don't think that just because I am interested in a relationship I don't believe in respect. I am very excited about what's to come with us."

John thanked Miss Holly for wanting him, and then took the bus home with her. It was a long two hours, but as soon as she got inside she told me the following.

"John, I didn't mention my other rules at the field, as they only apply to the house, but they are the following. I want you to cook for the both of us, and to keep the house clean at all times. All the laundry should be put away the day it is washed, and a mess should never be left. I also expect you to either only be wearing your cage and a pair of heels I have bought for you, or an outfit I have picked out. Occasionally, I will ask you to provide for and entertain friends. I expect loyalty and obedience from you."

"Of course, Princess. I will obey you and care for both you, your friends and your house. Would you like me to remove my jeans and sweater?"

"Yes John, I would. I have a pair of heels for you in my purse, as your mistress gave them to me."

John took of his clothing, leaving only the hot pink belt/chastity device on--not that he had a choice. He slid on his four inch heels, and was a bit nervous as his Princess told him the heels would get higher.

As he prepared dinner, he could feel the air on his cock. The outfit, the beautiful woman and his utter submission had him so turned on that he wished so badly he could get hard. He was so ready for sex that he almost overcooked the pasta. He knew that wouldn't end well, and he tried to distract himself. He wanted to think of anything else, but there was no use. Not that the kinky side of him didn't like his train of thought.