Thursday, March 17, 2016
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Dildo Gag & Edging
Yesterday I woke up with a slight hangover. Hangovers tend to push my naughty mind into over drive. As I was catching up on my bog roll, I came across a video posting of a woman dressed as a maid in rubber. I was immediately wishing I had such an outfit. Her Mistress was attaching a dildo gag to her face and then sat back in front of her so her slave could service her. This is such a turn on for me so I had no choice but to edge myself. I imagined I was doing this to my Mistress. I love it on so many levels. The closeness to her pussy. The objectification of it all. My cock locked away, my fingers, not even my mouth are worthy of Mistress' pussy. I am reduced to being a sex toy. I imagine being used until my neck was sore which I would feel for days. To have my face burried so deep in her pussy I couldn't breathe. As an added bonus Mistress is a squirter which would soak me, humiliate me and make me feel so awesomely used. I dream of looking at her pussy knowing I can't have it, but at the same time I can see Mistress blindfolding me to make me suffer even more. The distance and the intimacy at the same time. I am just getting a buzz and a hard on thinking about it.
The video was only a minute and a half so I had to find some other pictures of what gets me so hot about this topic.
Monday, March 7, 2016
Chastity and Stuff
On Saturday Mistress confirmed she thinks I should be in a device I can easily wear long term. Now it's a matter of figuring out color and size. Black looks cool and goes with anything, however I am partial to pink, hot pink or purple in order to add some erotic humiliation to the mix. Pink would add an extra level of fear of being caught. In order to get the sizing correct I have been measuring multiple times. Soft, hard, over several days. Today to get my hard measurements, I edged a few times. I watched some girl on girl porn with Mistress favorite Domme.
While watching and edging, a little bit of precum came out. In exchange for the privilege of edging I have promised to eat any cum that spills out. This usually keeps me well from the edge, but sometimes I leak without even being close to the edge. I scooped the cum off the tip of my cock and licked it off my finger. I ended up having to do it a few times. I then went to work out. When I got to the basement, I noticed my cock still dripping. There was enough to taste yet again. yuck.
While watching and edging, a little bit of precum came out. In exchange for the privilege of edging I have promised to eat any cum that spills out. This usually keeps me well from the edge, but sometimes I leak without even being close to the edge. I scooped the cum off the tip of my cock and licked it off my finger. I ended up having to do it a few times. I then went to work out. When I got to the basement, I noticed my cock still dripping. There was enough to taste yet again. yuck.
The rest of my workout I had a glob of cum sitting in the back of my throat. It definitely put me in a more submissive state of mind. All workout my mind was spinning with ideas.
Last night I had a dream, but it was more of a verbal dream as I don;t remember any imagery. Mistress and I were in bed and Mistress told me to put on one of my dresses. I asked her which one and she told me to pick one. I begged her to pick one for me and she told me know. I remember going into my closet wanting to wear one of the 2 that are hidden in the back, but never got that far for some reason. It's not often I dream about feminization so I think that helped with my mood this morning.
Sunday, March 6, 2016
Saturday, March 5, 2016
3rd orgasm this year
A couple days ago Mistress granted me my 3rd orgasm for the year. I really didn't want to cum. I wanted to be denied and then teased and tormented all weekend. I had fantasized about being tied down and relentlessly teased. Denied and coerced into confessing all the pathetic things I would do as her slave. Mistress using the dildo gag strapped to my head to squirt all over my face and busting my full balls. To be dressed as her little sissy slut or cheerleader. Wearing heavy makeup, nail polish and a slutty perfume on my knees sucking a strap-on dildo she is wearing. Getting deep throated until my mascara was running due to tears. Locked in my chastity device while Mistress fucked me in the ass and then me spending hours with my face in between her legs while still dressed all slutty. Using toys and fingers to make Mistress cum so many times she couldn't walk. Me not being allowed to cum. mmmmmmmm!
I think about being so horny and full of cum that I could and would do this.
I have recently spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about being locked in chastity. Remembering of how I was on such a high for the 4 weeks and 1 day Mistress had me locked in December and January. I found another picture of the device I am considering buying. I love how small, simple and comfortable it looks. It seems like the perfect way to be permanently locked without the discomfort and difficulty of a ball trap device. Although in some cases discomfort is the desired effect.
Lastly, I found a blog post I found relevant to something Mistress would like to see happen. This blog post is about a Mistress forcing her slave boys to be sexual together. I am still personally against it, but if it were to happen this is close to how I can imagine it happening with me on the receiving end. https://dominajen.wordpress.com/2016/02/02/the-adventures-of-bi-guy-and-sissy-slut/
I think about being so horny and full of cum that I could and would do this.
I have recently spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about being locked in chastity. Remembering of how I was on such a high for the 4 weeks and 1 day Mistress had me locked in December and January. I found another picture of the device I am considering buying. I love how small, simple and comfortable it looks. It seems like the perfect way to be permanently locked without the discomfort and difficulty of a ball trap device. Although in some cases discomfort is the desired effect.
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Monday, February 29, 2016
Flip of the switch
It's been quite a while since I posted. The week of Feb 7th Mistress went on a road trip. Instead of being locked in my full chastity device Mistress agreed to let me wear my Prince Albert Lock.
Although Mistress trusts me its main purpose was to keep me honest. I was planning on spending quite a bit of time out with friends and this was intended to be a constant reminder of my place as well as a way to keep me from putting my cock where it doesn't belong. It also had a side effect I hadn't planned on. I have stretched my piercing quite a bit from when I first got the lock. The gauge of the lock felt more like a small wire and it managed to irritate the tip of my cock. This even prevented me edging while she was gone and my pretty much doing anything to avoid any movement of my cock.
After Mistress returned we both managed to be sick for nearly 2 weeks as well as general life stuff getting in the way. For the last few weeks we haven't had much going on, and for the most part I haven't thought much about kink in any shape or form. I have only managed to edge a couple times this entire month. Friday night that changed. Mistress mentioned my painted toenails looked like shit. Indeed they did. I hadn't touched them in a month as we had not been in that realm. She told me she expected them to be repainted no later than the next day. Well that did it. A switch in my brain had been flipped. I woke up way too early on Saturday morning due to my mind racing with naughty thoughts.
My mind started thinking about painting not only my toenails, but also my finger nails. I started thinking about panties, bras and nighties.
I fantasied about Mistress teasing and denying my cock or even worse, making me cum and eat it. I thought about wearing feminine items under my clothes. We have a quick trip coming up and I thought about Mistress torturing me in our hotel room. I thought about being humiliated, hurt, and used.
I thought about me pulling some of our dungeon equipment out of storage for a good beating. I thought about going back into chastity. I spent time measuring my cock for a new chastity device I hope to order when we have some extra money. In short, I am a horny little mess again.
One side effect of life getting in the way of intimacy and kink is that I have only managed to have 2 orgasms this year so far. When I was in my device last, I had begged Mistress to keep my orgasms as limited to no more than once a month if not much longer. Of course I had different ideas how it would look, but I am still happy I am a chaste slave desperate for my Mistress.
Although Mistress trusts me its main purpose was to keep me honest. I was planning on spending quite a bit of time out with friends and this was intended to be a constant reminder of my place as well as a way to keep me from putting my cock where it doesn't belong. It also had a side effect I hadn't planned on. I have stretched my piercing quite a bit from when I first got the lock. The gauge of the lock felt more like a small wire and it managed to irritate the tip of my cock. This even prevented me edging while she was gone and my pretty much doing anything to avoid any movement of my cock.
After Mistress returned we both managed to be sick for nearly 2 weeks as well as general life stuff getting in the way. For the last few weeks we haven't had much going on, and for the most part I haven't thought much about kink in any shape or form. I have only managed to edge a couple times this entire month. Friday night that changed. Mistress mentioned my painted toenails looked like shit. Indeed they did. I hadn't touched them in a month as we had not been in that realm. She told me she expected them to be repainted no later than the next day. Well that did it. A switch in my brain had been flipped. I woke up way too early on Saturday morning due to my mind racing with naughty thoughts.
My mind started thinking about painting not only my toenails, but also my finger nails. I started thinking about panties, bras and nighties.
I fantasied about Mistress teasing and denying my cock or even worse, making me cum and eat it. I thought about wearing feminine items under my clothes. We have a quick trip coming up and I thought about Mistress torturing me in our hotel room. I thought about being humiliated, hurt, and used.
I thought about me pulling some of our dungeon equipment out of storage for a good beating. I thought about going back into chastity. I spent time measuring my cock for a new chastity device I hope to order when we have some extra money. In short, I am a horny little mess again.
One side effect of life getting in the way of intimacy and kink is that I have only managed to have 2 orgasms this year so far. When I was in my device last, I had begged Mistress to keep my orgasms as limited to no more than once a month if not much longer. Of course I had different ideas how it would look, but I am still happy I am a chaste slave desperate for my Mistress.
Monday, February 1, 2016
A Story I Found
I have been out of a submissive mindset lately as real life has gotten in the way of me feeling very submissive. Nonetheless, I ran across this story with an unexpected twist. I think Mistress will like it. ADDED NOTE: I made this post and didn't think much of it since I have really put D/s in the back of my mind. However it seems that this post broke through all of that. For the past couple hours I can't seem to get D/s thoughts out of my mind. It probably helps that it's been 23 days since my last orgasm.
A text message with an address and a command to show up at 7:00 pm was all the communication he’d received from his Domina that day. His questions had been answered with four short words; “Do as you’re told.”
So he pulled up to the large, unfamiliar house, his nervousness rising. But he took comfort in seeing his Domina’s car parked in the driveway.
He’d barely rung the doorbell when the front door swung open, revealing his Domina. The grin she wore was one he’d seen many times, and he felt his heart skip a beat. She was planning something evil, something sadistic and cruel, something she was barely able to contain her excitement about.
“Come on, hurry up,” she urged, taking his hand and pulling him inside. She led him through the house and into a guest bedroom, where he was surprised to see one of her Domme friends laying out a number of implements on the bed.
He stared down at the ominous array of toys, his pulse quickening.
His Domina didn’t waste any time. “Strip,” she commanded, stepping away from him to grab a pair of leather wrist cuffs from the bed.
His heart pounding, he did as he was told, removing his shirt and pants and setting them neatly in the corner of the room. He straightened up, wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a pair of thigh-high stockings.
It’s all he had to wear, since she had tied him to the bed and made him watch as she went through his room, grabbing all of his men’s underwear and throwing them away. She’d made a point to sit in front of him with a pair of scissors, cutting up and completely destroying every pair he owned.
She’d replaced them with the panties, taking his spare key and promising that she would randomly come by unannounced to go through his clothes again, to make sure he hadn’t bought any more. Twice in the six months since then, she’d made good on that promise. And twice, she’d been satisfied to find that he’d submitted completely to her will, and obeyed her even when she wasn’t around.
“Those, too,” she said, gesturing to the panties and the stockings.
He obeyed, slowly removing the last of his clothing and standing before them completely naked.
His Domina approached him with the cuffs and buckled one around each wrist. She and her friend occasionally spoke to each other, but neither of them spoke to him as they fastened the wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs, followed by a thick leather harness that went over his shoulders to buckle at his waist.
She surprised him then, when she removed the chastity cage he always wore.
She only took that off when she wanted to tease him, to edge him, to hurt him, or to clean him. What did she have planned?
The next thing she grabbed made his heart rate double.
It was a sensory deprivation hood, made of thick, padded leather. He’d never worn one before. One of the things he loved most was watching her prepare to use him, knowing that there was nothing he could do to stop what she was about to do to him.
She knew this, and often used it to her advantage, so she very rarely ever blindfolded him. Much less remove his hearing, as well.
He was very still as she pulled it over his head and buckled it, effectively removing his sight. Once she’d completely fastened and tightened it, the soft leather pressed against his ears, and he couldn’t hear a thing.
There was a hole at his mouth and two smaller ones at his nose for him to breathe through, but with the hood fitting so snugly against his face, even those holes didn’t allow him the ability to hear what was going on around him.
He felt her clip a padlock onto the strap that buckled around his neck, then she took his hand and moved it up to let him feel for himself that indeed, he was locked into the hood, and could not get it off.
She moved to his side, standing close to him, her left hand going to his arm and her right hand around his waist. With firm, steady pressure, she urged him forward.
Oh, god, she expected him to walk? He couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, he felt completely isolated and out of touch with his surroundings. Trying to walk like that was unnerving, to say the least.
But he trusted her, and hesitantly allowed her to lead him wherever she wanted.
He was very aware of the fact that he was completely naked, completely helpless, in unfamiliar surroundings, and had no idea what was going on. The realization was as terrifying as it was exhilarating, and he couldn’t hide his erect, dripping cock.
Progress was slow, but her touch was constant, patient, and gentle. It helped ease his nerves a bit. Following her lead was familiar. Doing what she wanted was calming. She’d always taken care of him. He knew that whatever she had planned, she would make sure nothing bad happened.
Those thoughts helped, but did little to calm his racing heart as she continued leading him slowly through the house.
Finally, she stopped, and stepped away.
And the sudden lack of touch brought all the nervousness and anxiety back. He couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, and had no idea where he was, or where she was. That isolation began pressing down on him. He stood still, waiting for her to come back. It was all he could do.
He didn’t have to wait long. He felt the familiar touch on his shoulder, then down his arm. Gently, she lifted his arm up and clipped his wrist cuff to something that kept his arm in place. She did the same thing with his other arm, then urged him to spread his legs, and clipped his ankles.
When she was done, he was standing upright, spread-eagle, his legs and arms spread wide and held in place.
He felt extremely vulnerable as she trailed her fingertips down his chest and stomach, stopping just short of his throbbing cock.
In the next moment, she slapped his cock lightly, causing him to jump and flinch. Another slap, harder this time, brought a gasp and a grunt of pain.
But he was acutely aware that there was nowhere he could go. He was completely immobilized, completely exposed, completely at her mercy.
Her touch became gentle again, caressing his thighs and stomach. She brought both hands up and rested them against his chest just as he felt another pair of hands behind him, starting at his shoulders and moving down toward his butt.
Another hand came from the side, starting at his hip and running lightly across his lower stomach. Yet another came from the other side, moving up the inside of his thigh, brushing lightly against his cock.
His Domina’s hands disappeared, and were quickly replaced by unfamiliar fingers teasing his nipples.
He gasped, squirming, as he was touched all over. The part of his mind still capable of coherent thought tried desperately to count the pairs of hands, but he couldn’t. It had to be at least three, probably four.
And his ability to form a coherent thought was completely obliterated when he felt a slick, wet finger reach down between his legs, lightly rubbing against his hole. He squirmed, gasping, chills running down his spine.
The finger teased him for just a moment before slowly entering him, eliciting a shuddering moan.
It was quickly joined by a second wet finger, and he knew that it was from a different hand.
The two fingers slid in and out of him, exploring him, sometimes moving together, sometimes not. After a few moments, a third finger entered him, and he had no idea whether it was from a different hand or not. He couldn’t tell anymore.
It seemed like he was being touched everywhere, every inch of his body. Hands stroked his cock, fondled his balls, caressed his thighs, teased his nipples. He couldn’t count them anymore, and he didn’t want to. He was lost in the sensations.
Suddenly, he felt the restraints holding his arms lower and move forward, pulling him over. He had no choice but to follow, and was relieved to find that someone had put some sort of stool or bench or small padded table in front of him. As he was forced to bend over, he rested on the table.
And he felt more vulnerable than he had when he’d been standing up. His legs were still spread wide, his ass still exposed and full of fingers, his cock still teased and stroked.
Then, the fingers inside him abruptly left, and he was surprised to find himself disappointed. He wanted the feeling of being filled and stuffed.
He wasn’t disappointed for long, though. A moment later, he gasped and tensed as a strap-on dildo was thrust smoothly into him, all the way to the hilt. It was bigger than he was expecting, and his muscles throbbed as they stretched to accommodate it.
More hands teased and stroked his cock, lightly tapping his balls, making him clench his muscles around the dildo that fucked him.
He moaned, pushing his weight back on his heels to meet each thrust, wanting to be fucked deeper, harder. Strong hands gripped his hips as the cock was pounded into him again and again. The hands on his cock continued the endless tease, keeping him hard, but not giving him enough to reach an edge.
Then, the thrusting got quicker, harder, more animalistic. The hands holding his hips dug into him with strong, big fingers. And then, there was one final, deep thrust, as the cock was pushed as far into him as it would go. Once again, his muscles throbbed around it.
Wait…..
It wasn’t his muscles that were throbbing.
The cock inside him was throbbing.
The cock inside him was real.
He’d been fucked by a man. And that man had just cum inside him.
He cried out, struggling, pulling desperately against the restraints, but they were too tight. He couldn’t move.
The cock inside him was pulled out and immediately replaced with another one. Another real one. Before he could react, he felt his head pushed down, and a cock was shoved through the hole in his hood and into his mouth.
He gagged, sputtering, trying to pull away. But the hands that held him were firm, and kept him in place.
He struggled for a moment longer before the sensations began to overwhelm him again, and his mind once again grew fuzzy.
Practically since they’d met, his Domina had talked about wanting him gangbanged, wanting both his holes stuffed. Her words had always turned him on, and a big part of him looked forward to it, but he’d never been fucked by a man before.
He hadn’t expected his first time to be like this.
But after a moment, he let go and surrendered to her will, drifting in subspace, fueled by his humiliation and objectification as both his holes were violated for a man’s cheap thrill. Without his sense of sight or hearing, the sensations seemed to become more intense, and he found himself overwhelmed and unable to put a clear thought together.
The man in his mouth came first. It surprised him, and he gagged once before swallowing, knowing his Domina well enough to know that she was somewhere nearby, watching, and that’s what she would want him to do.
The cock in his mouth was replaced by another one, and once again, his face was brutally and mercilessly fucked.
Time seemed to get blurry after that. He had no idea how long he was kept there, bent over a bench or a stool, completely violated and humiliated, completely exposed and open for anyone who wanted to use him.
He had no idea how many men had fucked him. He knew he swallowed at least two more loads of cum. Trying to keep track of how many had cum in his ass was harder.
It seemed like hours had passed. His ass was raw and throbbing, his jaw was sore and stiff, and he had no way of knowing how much longer this would continue.
But finally, the cock in his mouth came, but wasn’t replaced with another one. Shortly after, the cock in his ass quivered and throbbed as it came inside him. It wasn’t replaced with another one, either.
Was it finally over?
For what seemed like a long time, he stayed there, bent over, alone.
Then, he felt the cuffs on his ankles removed, allowing him to move his legs. Familiar, gentle hands moved up his back, to his arms, and unbuckled the wrist cuffs.
Finally released, he collapsed, lowering himself to the carpeted floor, completely exhausted, completely degraded.
She was there, pulling him into her lap, running her hands soothingly over his body as he lied against her. He took a deep breath and sighed, relaxing. He couldn’t see her, he couldn’t hear her, but he knew that she was proud of him.
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A text message with an address and a command to show up at 7:00 pm was all the communication he’d received from his Domina that day. His questions had been answered with four short words; “Do as you’re told.”
So he pulled up to the large, unfamiliar house, his nervousness rising. But he took comfort in seeing his Domina’s car parked in the driveway.
He’d barely rung the doorbell when the front door swung open, revealing his Domina. The grin she wore was one he’d seen many times, and he felt his heart skip a beat. She was planning something evil, something sadistic and cruel, something she was barely able to contain her excitement about.
“Come on, hurry up,” she urged, taking his hand and pulling him inside. She led him through the house and into a guest bedroom, where he was surprised to see one of her Domme friends laying out a number of implements on the bed.
He stared down at the ominous array of toys, his pulse quickening.
His Domina didn’t waste any time. “Strip,” she commanded, stepping away from him to grab a pair of leather wrist cuffs from the bed.
His heart pounding, he did as he was told, removing his shirt and pants and setting them neatly in the corner of the room. He straightened up, wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a pair of thigh-high stockings.
It’s all he had to wear, since she had tied him to the bed and made him watch as she went through his room, grabbing all of his men’s underwear and throwing them away. She’d made a point to sit in front of him with a pair of scissors, cutting up and completely destroying every pair he owned.
She’d replaced them with the panties, taking his spare key and promising that she would randomly come by unannounced to go through his clothes again, to make sure he hadn’t bought any more. Twice in the six months since then, she’d made good on that promise. And twice, she’d been satisfied to find that he’d submitted completely to her will, and obeyed her even when she wasn’t around.
“Those, too,” she said, gesturing to the panties and the stockings.
He obeyed, slowly removing the last of his clothing and standing before them completely naked.
His Domina approached him with the cuffs and buckled one around each wrist. She and her friend occasionally spoke to each other, but neither of them spoke to him as they fastened the wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs, followed by a thick leather harness that went over his shoulders to buckle at his waist.
She surprised him then, when she removed the chastity cage he always wore.
She only took that off when she wanted to tease him, to edge him, to hurt him, or to clean him. What did she have planned?
The next thing she grabbed made his heart rate double.
It was a sensory deprivation hood, made of thick, padded leather. He’d never worn one before. One of the things he loved most was watching her prepare to use him, knowing that there was nothing he could do to stop what she was about to do to him.
She knew this, and often used it to her advantage, so she very rarely ever blindfolded him. Much less remove his hearing, as well.
He was very still as she pulled it over his head and buckled it, effectively removing his sight. Once she’d completely fastened and tightened it, the soft leather pressed against his ears, and he couldn’t hear a thing.
There was a hole at his mouth and two smaller ones at his nose for him to breathe through, but with the hood fitting so snugly against his face, even those holes didn’t allow him the ability to hear what was going on around him.
He felt her clip a padlock onto the strap that buckled around his neck, then she took his hand and moved it up to let him feel for himself that indeed, he was locked into the hood, and could not get it off.
She moved to his side, standing close to him, her left hand going to his arm and her right hand around his waist. With firm, steady pressure, she urged him forward.
Oh, god, she expected him to walk? He couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, he felt completely isolated and out of touch with his surroundings. Trying to walk like that was unnerving, to say the least.
But he trusted her, and hesitantly allowed her to lead him wherever she wanted.
He was very aware of the fact that he was completely naked, completely helpless, in unfamiliar surroundings, and had no idea what was going on. The realization was as terrifying as it was exhilarating, and he couldn’t hide his erect, dripping cock.
Progress was slow, but her touch was constant, patient, and gentle. It helped ease his nerves a bit. Following her lead was familiar. Doing what she wanted was calming. She’d always taken care of him. He knew that whatever she had planned, she would make sure nothing bad happened.
Those thoughts helped, but did little to calm his racing heart as she continued leading him slowly through the house.
Finally, she stopped, and stepped away.
And the sudden lack of touch brought all the nervousness and anxiety back. He couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, and had no idea where he was, or where she was. That isolation began pressing down on him. He stood still, waiting for her to come back. It was all he could do.
He didn’t have to wait long. He felt the familiar touch on his shoulder, then down his arm. Gently, she lifted his arm up and clipped his wrist cuff to something that kept his arm in place. She did the same thing with his other arm, then urged him to spread his legs, and clipped his ankles.
When she was done, he was standing upright, spread-eagle, his legs and arms spread wide and held in place.
He felt extremely vulnerable as she trailed her fingertips down his chest and stomach, stopping just short of his throbbing cock.
In the next moment, she slapped his cock lightly, causing him to jump and flinch. Another slap, harder this time, brought a gasp and a grunt of pain.
But he was acutely aware that there was nowhere he could go. He was completely immobilized, completely exposed, completely at her mercy.
Her touch became gentle again, caressing his thighs and stomach. She brought both hands up and rested them against his chest just as he felt another pair of hands behind him, starting at his shoulders and moving down toward his butt.
Another hand came from the side, starting at his hip and running lightly across his lower stomach. Yet another came from the other side, moving up the inside of his thigh, brushing lightly against his cock.
His Domina’s hands disappeared, and were quickly replaced by unfamiliar fingers teasing his nipples.
He gasped, squirming, as he was touched all over. The part of his mind still capable of coherent thought tried desperately to count the pairs of hands, but he couldn’t. It had to be at least three, probably four.
And his ability to form a coherent thought was completely obliterated when he felt a slick, wet finger reach down between his legs, lightly rubbing against his hole. He squirmed, gasping, chills running down his spine.
The finger teased him for just a moment before slowly entering him, eliciting a shuddering moan.
It was quickly joined by a second wet finger, and he knew that it was from a different hand.
The two fingers slid in and out of him, exploring him, sometimes moving together, sometimes not. After a few moments, a third finger entered him, and he had no idea whether it was from a different hand or not. He couldn’t tell anymore.
It seemed like he was being touched everywhere, every inch of his body. Hands stroked his cock, fondled his balls, caressed his thighs, teased his nipples. He couldn’t count them anymore, and he didn’t want to. He was lost in the sensations.
Suddenly, he felt the restraints holding his arms lower and move forward, pulling him over. He had no choice but to follow, and was relieved to find that someone had put some sort of stool or bench or small padded table in front of him. As he was forced to bend over, he rested on the table.
And he felt more vulnerable than he had when he’d been standing up. His legs were still spread wide, his ass still exposed and full of fingers, his cock still teased and stroked.
Then, the fingers inside him abruptly left, and he was surprised to find himself disappointed. He wanted the feeling of being filled and stuffed.
He wasn’t disappointed for long, though. A moment later, he gasped and tensed as a strap-on dildo was thrust smoothly into him, all the way to the hilt. It was bigger than he was expecting, and his muscles throbbed as they stretched to accommodate it.
More hands teased and stroked his cock, lightly tapping his balls, making him clench his muscles around the dildo that fucked him.
He moaned, pushing his weight back on his heels to meet each thrust, wanting to be fucked deeper, harder. Strong hands gripped his hips as the cock was pounded into him again and again. The hands on his cock continued the endless tease, keeping him hard, but not giving him enough to reach an edge.
Then, the thrusting got quicker, harder, more animalistic. The hands holding his hips dug into him with strong, big fingers. And then, there was one final, deep thrust, as the cock was pushed as far into him as it would go. Once again, his muscles throbbed around it.
Wait…..
It wasn’t his muscles that were throbbing.
The cock inside him was throbbing.
The cock inside him was real.
He’d been fucked by a man. And that man had just cum inside him.
He cried out, struggling, pulling desperately against the restraints, but they were too tight. He couldn’t move.
The cock inside him was pulled out and immediately replaced with another one. Another real one. Before he could react, he felt his head pushed down, and a cock was shoved through the hole in his hood and into his mouth.
He gagged, sputtering, trying to pull away. But the hands that held him were firm, and kept him in place.
He struggled for a moment longer before the sensations began to overwhelm him again, and his mind once again grew fuzzy.
Practically since they’d met, his Domina had talked about wanting him gangbanged, wanting both his holes stuffed. Her words had always turned him on, and a big part of him looked forward to it, but he’d never been fucked by a man before.
He hadn’t expected his first time to be like this.
But after a moment, he let go and surrendered to her will, drifting in subspace, fueled by his humiliation and objectification as both his holes were violated for a man’s cheap thrill. Without his sense of sight or hearing, the sensations seemed to become more intense, and he found himself overwhelmed and unable to put a clear thought together.
The man in his mouth came first. It surprised him, and he gagged once before swallowing, knowing his Domina well enough to know that she was somewhere nearby, watching, and that’s what she would want him to do.
The cock in his mouth was replaced by another one, and once again, his face was brutally and mercilessly fucked.
Time seemed to get blurry after that. He had no idea how long he was kept there, bent over a bench or a stool, completely violated and humiliated, completely exposed and open for anyone who wanted to use him.
He had no idea how many men had fucked him. He knew he swallowed at least two more loads of cum. Trying to keep track of how many had cum in his ass was harder.
It seemed like hours had passed. His ass was raw and throbbing, his jaw was sore and stiff, and he had no way of knowing how much longer this would continue.
But finally, the cock in his mouth came, but wasn’t replaced with another one. Shortly after, the cock in his ass quivered and throbbed as it came inside him. It wasn’t replaced with another one, either.
Was it finally over?
For what seemed like a long time, he stayed there, bent over, alone.
Then, he felt the cuffs on his ankles removed, allowing him to move his legs. Familiar, gentle hands moved up his back, to his arms, and unbuckled the wrist cuffs.
Finally released, he collapsed, lowering himself to the carpeted floor, completely exhausted, completely degraded.
She was there, pulling him into her lap, running her hands soothingly over his body as he lied against her. He took a deep breath and sighed, relaxing. He couldn’t see her, he couldn’t hear her, but he knew that she was proud of him.
Story found here... https://dominajen.wordpress.com/
Monday, January 25, 2016
A little fuzzy...
Yesterday Mistress and I watched the early NFL game at a friends house. Afterward we came home and got in our hot tub. After a good soak and some cocktails we headed for the bedroom. I had enough to drink that looking back some of what happened is a little fuzzy. I remember Mistress wanted to start with me tied up. While I certainly wanted to be tied up, I wanted to pleasure Mistress first. I love having her naked in front of me and last night was no exception. I remember having my cock and fingers inside of her. I remember tasting her yummy pussy wishing she would let me devour her and get her juices all over my face. After a short while I found myself tied down to our bed. Mistress stroked me to the edge many times. I remember running at the mouth but don't remember much of what I said. I know I convinced Mistress to feed me champagne via her mouth. Lately I have had such a spitting fetish, but this was the closest I could get to having her spit on me much to my chagrin. I asked her to let me taste her pussy after she used the bathroom. Denied. If I recall correctly she asked me what I should have to do when she is out of town on business in a couple weeks. I told her I should be locked in chastity. Then she said she may make be dress feminine that entire week when I am home. We have cameras that she could keep an eye on to ensure I am dressed this way. We also talked about me taking her to the airport or picking her up while dressed feminine. That would be a huge mind fuck. If we talked about anything else I don't remember, but I do remember wanting to consume her and be consumed by her as I was a mental mess. Mistress gave me the impression she was going to force me to cum, even though I didn't want to, and then when I got it in my head I was going to be able to have an orgasm, she stopped. Bummer.
Now this morning I am in haze. I am a little hung over and when I am hung over my mind goes into kinky over drive. I am super horny right now a little bit of a mess. Good thing I can be chaste without being locked up. Looking back there was probably nothing I wouldn't have done last night. The state of mind I was in could have made me do some things I would be humiliated about this morning, but still turned on. Had there been another guy here, Mistress probably could have had me do her bidding. While I still have a hard time imagining sucking another guys cock, I can imagine one sucking me off while I was tied up and Mistress watched. I can't believe I just wrote that...
Now this morning I am in haze. I am a little hung over and when I am hung over my mind goes into kinky over drive. I am super horny right now a little bit of a mess. Good thing I can be chaste without being locked up. Looking back there was probably nothing I wouldn't have done last night. The state of mind I was in could have made me do some things I would be humiliated about this morning, but still turned on. Had there been another guy here, Mistress probably could have had me do her bidding. While I still have a hard time imagining sucking another guys cock, I can imagine one sucking me off while I was tied up and Mistress watched. I can't believe I just wrote that...
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
The past few days...
Saturday Morning Mistress removed my chastity device. She said if I was good I would be free until the next afternoon. We went about our normal weekend routine. It was weird being free. I was able to wear some jeans that were tighter. I wore panties when we went to the movies. I still slept in my nighty as that was not discussed. I would like to say I slept better, but I can't say for sure. I think I got adapted well enough to sleeping in the device. Mistress didn't tell me to lock up on Sunday even though the device was on the counter after being ran through the dishwasher. I moved it to the dining room table to get it out of the way Sunday evening.
Monday morning came without me being locked. I was torn. Physically I was very happy to be free. I was able to wear anything I wanted and had a freedom I hadn't experienced in over a month. Mentally I was confused. While happy to be free, I was missing something. I was missing the ache, the desire and the submissiveness I had been feeling. Insecurity slipped in. Was Mistress happy with me. Was chastity too much of a pain for her? My insecurity built and I decided to edge myself to try and get back the horny needy submissiveness I had been feeling for so long. I was able to edge about 8 times in less than 5 minutes before I decided to work out. I put on some slutty red satiny boxers I had and worked out. I kept debating with myself back and forth of whether it was good for me to be unlocked or not. I then felt guilty about edging and decided to keep myself busy the rest of the day. I ran errands and did some chores around the house. We had some people coming to work on the house so I moved my device from the dining room table to my nightstand. At bedtime I wondered if I should wear a nighty as I still had insecurities about being a grown man with my particular kinks. I decided to wear it so that Mistress would know I was committed to our recalibration.
Tuesday came and went without me being locked. At work I wore pants I could never have worn with my current device. I also wore some cute Victoria's Secret panties. All day my mind ran with insecurities about kink, chastity, etc. I know it's not rational, but it still happens. Last night I wore a nighty again but for the most part I was felling pretty asexual all day.
Today I got an email from Mistress with instructions. As I write this, my prostate massager is in my ass until 9:30 this morning. I didn't want to have to wear it to work, which means I do have to wear it while I work out this morning. That should give me some interesting sensations, especially doing lunges :-) Additionally I had to remove and repaint my toenails and fingernails. My toes are a shiny deep purple and my nails are a clear coat with a tint that matches my regular nail color pretty well. Besides a tiny bit of shine it's not really visible, but I can certainly feel them so it is a bit of a mind fuck thinking others will notice. Lastly I will have to wear something feminine under my clothes today. I am undecided what it will be, but am leaning toward one of these since I am unlocked. I plan on wearing them tonight for happy hour.
All of that being said I try not to have insecurities. My male mind gets on the way and I start to have self doubts about being the way I am. I worry about putting too much pressure on Mistress. I know there is no changing it since I have been this way since I was a child. I just have to remember I have someone that loves me for who I am and is kind enough to indulge more often than not. My head is spinning right now with submissive thoughts and my prostate is throbbing...
Monday morning came without me being locked. I was torn. Physically I was very happy to be free. I was able to wear anything I wanted and had a freedom I hadn't experienced in over a month. Mentally I was confused. While happy to be free, I was missing something. I was missing the ache, the desire and the submissiveness I had been feeling. Insecurity slipped in. Was Mistress happy with me. Was chastity too much of a pain for her? My insecurity built and I decided to edge myself to try and get back the horny needy submissiveness I had been feeling for so long. I was able to edge about 8 times in less than 5 minutes before I decided to work out. I put on some slutty red satiny boxers I had and worked out. I kept debating with myself back and forth of whether it was good for me to be unlocked or not. I then felt guilty about edging and decided to keep myself busy the rest of the day. I ran errands and did some chores around the house. We had some people coming to work on the house so I moved my device from the dining room table to my nightstand. At bedtime I wondered if I should wear a nighty as I still had insecurities about being a grown man with my particular kinks. I decided to wear it so that Mistress would know I was committed to our recalibration.
Tuesday came and went without me being locked. At work I wore pants I could never have worn with my current device. I also wore some cute Victoria's Secret panties. All day my mind ran with insecurities about kink, chastity, etc. I know it's not rational, but it still happens. Last night I wore a nighty again but for the most part I was felling pretty asexual all day.
Today I got an email from Mistress with instructions. As I write this, my prostate massager is in my ass until 9:30 this morning. I didn't want to have to wear it to work, which means I do have to wear it while I work out this morning. That should give me some interesting sensations, especially doing lunges :-) Additionally I had to remove and repaint my toenails and fingernails. My toes are a shiny deep purple and my nails are a clear coat with a tint that matches my regular nail color pretty well. Besides a tiny bit of shine it's not really visible, but I can certainly feel them so it is a bit of a mind fuck thinking others will notice. Lastly I will have to wear something feminine under my clothes today. I am undecided what it will be, but am leaning toward one of these since I am unlocked. I plan on wearing them tonight for happy hour.
Thursday, January 14, 2016
Teasing, Denial and Forced Statements
For the last day or so I cannot get the thought of a teasing session out of my mind. Mistress is a master at being able to edge me over and over and I can't get those thoughts out of my head. My current fantasy goes something like this...
Mistress tells me to go take a shower and to pay special attention to my cock cage. As I shower she gets our bed ready. I get out and she has some transsexual or gay porn playing on the TV in our room. She has my put on my restraints as well as a black leather collar. She ties me to the bed so I can't move. She starts by kissing and licking and touching every part of my body and completely ignores my cock that is now straining to get out of it's cage. She pays extra attention to my nipples, so much so that I am begging her to stop as they are over stimulated. Mistress keeps telling me of her fantasy of seeing me with a man. She tells me that for me to be unlocked she wants to hear me say what I "think" I could do with a man. She makes me repeat it several times to get her to leave my nipples alone and then she gets up and leaves the room.
I am tied to our bed, thinking about what she got me to say while there is porn that is not my kind of porn playing on the TV. Mistress comes back into the room and starts to unlock my device. She tells me that my eyes are to remain on the TV screen no matter what. If my eyes move from the screen she will punch my balls. After a couple turns of the screw she tells me to repeat what I said earlier. I repeat it. She removes the device and proceeds to bring to the edge a few times. Mistress uses the Hitachi to get herself off while letting my cock recover from the edges. She edges me a few more times while talking about how she plans on making me be with a guy.
She then pulls the large squirting dildo out of the drawer and holds it in front my my face. I look at it and get a swift hit to the balls for taking my eyes off the TV screen. She tells me to open my mouth, I do and she interests the cock in my mouth. She tells me to hold it there and if it comes out my balls will take another beating. Mistress then strokes my cock until I let her know I am close cumming. She stops stroking my cock and starts deep throating me with the dildo. I am choking on the cock and tears are streaming down the corners of my eyes. I quickly come down from the edge due to the mouth fucking and Mistress leaves the cock in my mouth while she edges me again. This repeats several times along with Mistress getting herself of many times. She again leaves the bedroom with me watching porn and a dildo sitting in my mouth.
After a short while Mistress comes back in the room and takes a picture of me with the cock in my mouth and the TV screen very visible in the picture. She starts stroking my cock until I get to the edge. She takes the dildo and tells me to repeat after her. For the next 30 minutes she makes me repeat over and over what she wants me to do with a guy. She edges me time and again while making me repeat it with my eyes on the screen. Once she is satisfied that this session has had a mental impact on me she unties me and tells me to put my device back on. I then spend the next few days humiliated and turned on at the same time about all the things Mistress made me contemplate. Mistress texts that picture of me sucking cock to my phone whenever she wants to make me blush. When she does, my cock throbs in its cage.
Here is a post I recently found about T&D that I found particularity hot.
T&D is one of my favorite playtime activities :) Here are a few tips:
T&D is SO much fun…I hope this list gives you some good ideas!
- Rika
Mistress tells me to go take a shower and to pay special attention to my cock cage. As I shower she gets our bed ready. I get out and she has some transsexual or gay porn playing on the TV in our room. She has my put on my restraints as well as a black leather collar. She ties me to the bed so I can't move. She starts by kissing and licking and touching every part of my body and completely ignores my cock that is now straining to get out of it's cage. She pays extra attention to my nipples, so much so that I am begging her to stop as they are over stimulated. Mistress keeps telling me of her fantasy of seeing me with a man. She tells me that for me to be unlocked she wants to hear me say what I "think" I could do with a man. She makes me repeat it several times to get her to leave my nipples alone and then she gets up and leaves the room.
I am tied to our bed, thinking about what she got me to say while there is porn that is not my kind of porn playing on the TV. Mistress comes back into the room and starts to unlock my device. She tells me that my eyes are to remain on the TV screen no matter what. If my eyes move from the screen she will punch my balls. After a couple turns of the screw she tells me to repeat what I said earlier. I repeat it. She removes the device and proceeds to bring to the edge a few times. Mistress uses the Hitachi to get herself off while letting my cock recover from the edges. She edges me a few more times while talking about how she plans on making me be with a guy.
She then pulls the large squirting dildo out of the drawer and holds it in front my my face. I look at it and get a swift hit to the balls for taking my eyes off the TV screen. She tells me to open my mouth, I do and she interests the cock in my mouth. She tells me to hold it there and if it comes out my balls will take another beating. Mistress then strokes my cock until I let her know I am close cumming. She stops stroking my cock and starts deep throating me with the dildo. I am choking on the cock and tears are streaming down the corners of my eyes. I quickly come down from the edge due to the mouth fucking and Mistress leaves the cock in my mouth while she edges me again. This repeats several times along with Mistress getting herself of many times. She again leaves the bedroom with me watching porn and a dildo sitting in my mouth.
After a short while Mistress comes back in the room and takes a picture of me with the cock in my mouth and the TV screen very visible in the picture. She starts stroking my cock until I get to the edge. She takes the dildo and tells me to repeat after her. For the next 30 minutes she makes me repeat over and over what she wants me to do with a guy. She edges me time and again while making me repeat it with my eyes on the screen. Once she is satisfied that this session has had a mental impact on me she unties me and tells me to put my device back on. I then spend the next few days humiliated and turned on at the same time about all the things Mistress made me contemplate. Mistress texts that picture of me sucking cock to my phone whenever she wants to make me blush. When she does, my cock throbs in its cage.
Here is a post I recently found about T&D that I found particularity hot.
Ms. Rika’s Tips for Tease and Denial:
Quoted from Ms. Rika, accomplished author:T&D is one of my favorite playtime activities :) Here are a few tips:
- I don’t tell him I’m going to tease him…I just do it.
- I don’t say, “I’m not going to let you come”. Rather I say, “Maybe this time…” Keep him hoping. The more he thinks that THIS TIME he gets to come the better - the spin off is all about making him think he’s going to get off and then suddenly, stimulation stops and he’s left hanging on
- If I want him to do something humiliating, I tell him to do it early - before I tease him in earnest. Hopefully, he’ll refuse. Then it becomes a challenge to get him to change his mind - which he will.
- When I do get that challenge, then I can take it to the next level. Using your example: If I want him to lick my ass, and he refuses at first - then after an hour of repeated denials, he says he’ll do it - I’ll tease him a few more times until he’s literally begging me to let him do it. I might tell him that his begging isn’t sincere enough and tease him again. Then I might let him do it - then tell him he did a good job so he can come…and STILL not let him come.
- Which brings up the next point, as a rule, you don’t need to be fair. The situation is not fair. You are totally in control and being “not fair” is one way to demonstrate it. You can lie. You can tell him that he’s going to get to come and then not let him. You can deliberately confuse him. You can do whatever you want to him and he will let you…because ultimately, you and only you will decide if and when that orgasm comes. Pushy victims might just suffer longer! He might suffer longer just because you feel like it. Tough!
- I never feel like a T&D session has to end - I can PAUSE a session - untie him, go about my day and then pick up later in the evening and start all over again - or even the next day. The impact of a good T&D session lasts…it’s a cumulative thing. If you tease and deny him over several days, the tension will continue to build up and the ultimate release will be that much sweeter.
- I personally don’t like the number system. I feel it gives him in too much control. I use a “beg me not to let you come” system with a failsafe. Rather than him begging to come, I tell him I want him to beg me to stop - when he’s getting close. Personally, I love the irony of him screaming, “Please stop, I’m going to come” and me saying, “OK…” :) But here’s the trick - if I choose to NOT stop, he has to come within 5 seconds - or he will not get to come at all. This way, he will not be able to cheat. He has to be REALLY close before he asks me to stop - Realize though, that this means, sometimes, you have to not stop when he begs you to stop. Sometimes you need to let him come. You have to keep him honest - which means that some sessions will be quick, because you let him get off earlier than he may have expected. It’s a payment up front for more fun later.
- Lube is your friend. A lot of lube will make him so slippery that your motions won’t create as much stimulation. As the lube wears down, you’ll see him start to feel it more and you know you’re creating that build up.
- Read up on “polishing the apple” aka “palming the knob” - a great technique for prolonging his orgasm while keeping him stimulated. A word of advice, I have found that lube is NOT your friend for this technique - the drier your palm, with just a little moisture, the more intense the stimulation seems to be. The more intense the stimulation, the “worse” his experience will be! :)
- I make a point to stop every once in a while. I’ll let him recover a little before stimulating him again. I blow on his penis, I’ll let him eat me for a while. I take my time.
- I am aware of the “power of three”. I mention this in my first book - we are accustomed in our lifestyle to things in threes: 1-2-3, a-b-c, red-yellow-green, ready-set-go, win-place-show, etc. The natural tendency is to deny twice and allow to come on the third try. I’m aware of these tendencies and try to avoid them. Or, I use them to my advantage by playing on his natural feeling that the “third time’s a charm”…but it isn’t.
- Last thought: I’ll create a fun situation where he’s begging me to stop, so he’s really close - and I’ll say, “Go ahead…Come”, but I’ll remove all stimulation. If I time it right, he won’t have reached the point of no return - and without stimulation, he won’t be able to get off. Then, I can either say, “Maybe you don’t want to come? I told you to come!” and decide to put it off to another day - or just let him beg some more to get me to start again :)
T&D is SO much fun…I hope this list gives you some good ideas!
- Rika
Wednesday, January 13, 2016
Adaptation
I have been posting to this blog for 5 years and for the most part any time wearing a chastity device was brought up I had to comment on how much I hated it. Between my last relationship and this one I liked the concept, but not the reality. Looking back it turns out I never gave it a fair chance. Chastity was always about me and about how I should be getting something from my Mistress. I felt if I was going to wear it, more kinky stuff should be happening to me. I would get upset than kinky stuff wasn't happening to me or life would get in the way and I would want out. That happened enough that I never actually got used to wearing the device. I can honestly say that 3 weeks I crossed a threshold of adapting and coming up on 5 weeks I am even more adapted.
Now I have had to make some adjustments. Wearing looser pants helps as does going without underwear. Tight pants and underwear that doesn't allow for freer movement makes the device more uncomfortable that it should be. I do miss wearing panties, but they don;t have room for my unlocked cock let alone a locked one. Crotchless panties seem made for this but I don't have any.
Now I have had to make some adjustments. Wearing looser pants helps as does going without underwear. Tight pants and underwear that doesn't allow for freer movement makes the device more uncomfortable that it should be. I do miss wearing panties, but they don;t have room for my unlocked cock let alone a locked one. Crotchless panties seem made for this but I don't have any.
Working out was always a major pain. I quit doing much cardio so that helps a lot, but even then the shorts I wear hold my device too tightly. Since I workout from home I can revise things a bit.
Having my device full hanging out allows plenty of movement and doesn't pinch. This would not be an option if I was doing cardio.
Sleeping can be a challenge, but I have to admit that being locked up for almost 5 weeks, I seem to have adapted pretty well.
Another thing that sucks is using public bathrooms. In my device I must use a stall and a toilet. When I am in a bar or restaurant I feel like such a pervert, but I guess that's part of the psychology of chastity.
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