Yes

With your heart pounding and your dick contracting, you clicked twice on the link that came with the email. The registration process was easy. As soon as you created a new user, a pop-up window appeared saying.

Queen Myrina: Turn on the Cam. It's the icon at the bottom left

She was connected. I expired and anxiously pressed the icon of the private conversation that gave access

BBJon: Yes, beautiful Queen.

Queen Myrina: Okay, kid. And you don't know what I'm like, yet.

BBJon: At least I think you're beautiful.

Queen Myrina: Do you really mean it or do you want to suck up to me?

BBJon: Well, you ordered me to be ultra nice, but I really mean it, lovely Queen.

Queen Myrina: That's a funny thing to say. I'm forcing you to stay chaste, I play and have fun at your expense. You could imagine me any way you want. Like a horrible tyrant who can't get close to men or anything.

And you decide, voluntarily, to imagine me as an attractive woman.

It's strange, isn't it?

BBJon: I don't understand what you're getting at.

Queen Myrina: I bet you'd rather imagine that the key to your chastity device is held by an attractive woman. An attractive woman who enjoys controlling your sexuality. It's not such an extravagant fantasy.

That made me feel unesy , especially since inside my chastity belt I was as hard as I could get it. I wondered how the fact that a perfect stranger controlled me could be that exciting.

Jon?

BBJon: I don't know what to say, my Queen.

Queen Myrina: Let's do an experiment then, boy. Kneel at the computer. And tilt the Cam a little so I can see you from above.

That just caught me off guard. But I caught myself throwing the chair back and kneeling in front of the computer.

BBJon: Yes, my lovely Queen.

Queen Myrina: Now I want you to imagine me, tall and powerful. And you kneeling before me, full of unfulfilled desire. And I don't know, I'm asking you to kiss my shoes. That's leaning over how you'd do it and pretending to kiss my shoes.

BBJon: Excuse me?

Queen Myrina: Just do it. Imagine that I'm an attractive woman who enjoys picturing her shoes being kissed. Maybe I'm even touching myself right now. Look, I'll pass you a picture of my shoes.

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And now picture yourself kissing them. You want this to be over as soon as possible, don't you? Maybe not.

I knelt down and shut my eyes. Imagining I was kissing the toe of his shoe. My dick looked like it was gonna burst the chastity cage any minute. I moaned, more fruit of discomfort than pleasure. I was definitely horny and frustrated. And she was probably enjoying herself. The very thought of her on the other side of the screen stroking her pussy as she saw me kneeling and pathetic across the screen made the situation worse. I don't know when but at some point I had to stick out my tongue and lick the imaginary tip of my shoe. The sound of a message brought attention back to the screen.

Queen Myrina: Wow. I didn't see that coming, Jon. Poor thing, you must be so frustrated.... I haven't given you permission to lick, though I like it when a subject shows initiative. If you were here I'd let you lick my fingers so you could see how much you're turning me on. Would you like that?

BBJon: Very much, although I don't think it was a good idea. My admirable Queen.

Queen Myrina: Why?

BBJon: Because my penis is hurting.

Queen Myrina: That's irrelevant, my pleasure takes priority. Besides, I'm sure you would. You're too horny to disobey me.

I've got to get going. One last task, take a cold shower before you go to bed. It'll do you good.

Same time tomorrow?

BBJon: As you wish, my Queen.

Queen Myrina: See you tomorrow, Westley.

(Feel free to add content to this story, I will translate It to the other version of the Story/Game)