It had been weeks since I came. My body reminded me of this late last Wednesday during a dream that ended with me filling my pajama pants with a hot load that ran down my leg. I had thought about jerking off a million times before then, but I'd always get distracted or busy with work and too exhausted. Or maybe I just know that my cock is such a worthless little fag dick that I don't have any business using it. I know it doesn't really belong to me. There's someone out there who really owns it. Maybe everyone else owns it but me. I'm a submissive, and I need to be controlled. I didn't need nor deserve to cum, and that leads you to being a horny, more obedient sub willing to do anything and please a Master in anyway. I knew I shouldn't cum by my own hand and had to make sure I wouldn't.
I had only played with chastity twice in the past. The first time for a few hours with a Sir that I had played with on a few occasions. The second was with a kinky guy I'd been dating, who put me in a device for a week. It was very hot. I wanted more. I found a straight dom online who likes to use fag boys and lock up their cocks and service his and his friends. Fag boys don't need to cum, they need to take cum - His - down their throats. I wanted him to lock me up and have me be his cock sucking whore. I fantasized that I would go over to his place where he'd put the device on me and put my mouth to work on his hot muscled body. The blond stud would call me names and degrade me while I hungrily devoured his cock and mine strained against the hard plastic, unable to reach fulfillment. After shooting a huge load into my mouth and forcing me to swallow, I would think he'd release me and I'd go home. I'd be in for a surprise though, when he keeps me locked up and sends me home with it, thereby ensuring I would have to return again and again for his pleasure and that of his friends if I ever wanted my puny dick to ever see the light of day.
This fantasy nearly drove me to the edge and I ground my boy stick into the bed. I was on the verge. I stopped myself. This god of a man, this straight, superior alpha male, would never allow me to do that. Even though he wasn't actually around and I wasn't being dominated by him, mentally, I was. If I wanted to be a good sub to him or anyone, then I shouldn't shoot my load or touch my cock. I knew I had to lock it away and it was time to just bite the bullet and get my own chastity device. I hopped on Amazon and ordered my CB-6000 and impatiently waited for it's arrival.
It was long before it was at my door. It arrived today. Today I also got in touch with the first dom I had ever let control me - a cyber dom. If I was going to be locked up, then I needed someone to make me accountable. Now someone else has control again and my dick is throbbing hard; and this submissive boy is about to embark on a new chapter that I'll document.
I had only played with chastity twice in the past. The first time for a few hours with a Sir that I had played with on a few occasions. The second was with a kinky guy I'd been dating, who put me in a device for a week. It was very hot. I wanted more. I found a straight dom online who likes to use fag boys and lock up their cocks and service his and his friends. Fag boys don't need to cum, they need to take cum - His - down their throats. I wanted him to lock me up and have me be his cock sucking whore. I fantasized that I would go over to his place where he'd put the device on me and put my mouth to work on his hot muscled body. The blond stud would call me names and degrade me while I hungrily devoured his cock and mine strained against the hard plastic, unable to reach fulfillment. After shooting a huge load into my mouth and forcing me to swallow, I would think he'd release me and I'd go home. I'd be in for a surprise though, when he keeps me locked up and sends me home with it, thereby ensuring I would have to return again and again for his pleasure and that of his friends if I ever wanted my puny dick to ever see the light of day.
This fantasy nearly drove me to the edge and I ground my boy stick into the bed. I was on the verge. I stopped myself. This god of a man, this straight, superior alpha male, would never allow me to do that. Even though he wasn't actually around and I wasn't being dominated by him, mentally, I was. If I wanted to be a good sub to him or anyone, then I shouldn't shoot my load or touch my cock. I knew I had to lock it away and it was time to just bite the bullet and get my own chastity device. I hopped on Amazon and ordered my CB-6000 and impatiently waited for it's arrival.
It was long before it was at my door. It arrived today. Today I also got in touch with the first dom I had ever let control me - a cyber dom. If I was going to be locked up, then I needed someone to make me accountable. Now someone else has control again and my dick is throbbing hard; and this submissive boy is about to embark on a new chapter that I'll document.
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