Gay chastity slave stories
By boyryan54
I pull off his rubber isolation hood, looking into his watery and bloodshot eyes. His eyes are pleading with me, and I can barely hear the muffled begging coming from his tightly tape gagged mouth. But I will not sway. He knows what the deal was, and how much I compromised to take him on.
Back when we met seven years ago, he was so cocky and full of himself, 25 years ancient and convinced the world was at his feet. He was constantly playing with other “doms” and tops, getting very pushy and getting his way when it came to play. After all, he viewed it as an honor for others to enjoy his body. Things changed a bit when he met me. He knew I was different and wouldn’t cater to him. In evidence, I never approached the topic of play with him. I knew that if I withheld my passion for the bdsm lifestyle from him, it would drive him crazy. In his eyes, no guy would ever reject him.
He knew I was not one for random act . I was always very clear about what type of submissive that I play with: objects. And I was always clear about what I wanted long term. My hand and mind would give
A Chastity Story Pt. 01
I arrived at the street and pulled up just after the entrance to the cul-de-sac he lived on. Getting out of the car, I pulled the zip on my jacket up to the top to conceal the collar I was wearing. It was am but even so a car drove past as I walked down the street, pretending to cough so that I could cover my neck with my arm, not wanting the headlights to light up the silver letters at my throat. The letters read 'SLAVE'. A mark of my submissive position and why I was in a strange neighbourhood alone in the middle of the night.
Even with the lateness of the hour, (with my zip done up) the casual observer wouldn't have suspected anything, dressed in a jacket and ebony joggers. The people fast asleep in the houses I walked passed would never know the reason I was there. Nobody would ever know that under my jacket I wore no t-shirt. That under my joggers my cock was locked in a chastity cage. Another write of my purpose for walking down to the second lamppost after the entrance the His street.
My instructions were to wait here, by the lamppost, next to three b
Confessions of a Chastity Slave
It's hard to believe it all started with some talk on a chat room. I was in college then, and always straight in adj life, although not very successful with the ladies. But my dirty minute secret was that I liked to go online and indulge my fantasy: being enslaved, feminized, and kept in chastity by a man.
At first, I'd wander through chat rooms and verb a guy to be my Master for a darkness, and for an evening I'd be his little slut, giving my mind over to his pleasure, trying to be the young woman he wanted. My fantasy was always being forced to serve while kept in some sort of chastity device: a belt or a cage, usually. In my mind, I'd be locked away, sucking my Master-for-a-day off, getting fucked hard in the ass, all the while my own little cock unable to stiffen or experience any pleasure at all.
But of course, in real life I'd be beating off like crazy. And then I'd cum, and the fantasy would be over, forgotten for a while. It was like that for a long time.
I've always been the monogamous type, though, so I speculate it was organic I'd eventually verb
Eros Unveiled (part three)
by Jocelyn&#;
Boyce tried to grasp the implications. It was not lost on him that he would be handing over total dominion of his sexuality to his wife. Not that Boyce was entirely against the idea, for the idea of wearing an Enforced Chastity Device intrigued him - especially in his current state of mounting lust. He was also aware that with most of the devices, once fitted, only the person with the transmitter could ever remove it without incurring dire consequences to the wearer.
"Yes, I meant anything." His ache for her was becoming intense, he breathed quickly, his organ hardening. "But…” he started.
“No buts…” Kathleen snapped.
“Well, I…”
“For heaven’s sake Boyce, no buts!” She repeated, raising her voice. She shifted slightly and her skirt rose such that a generous expanse of white inner thigh was exposed.
Boyce caught his breath and his pulse quickened. His negotiating position was infirm , futile in reality and speedy submission might help to mitigate his offence. “Of course, for you, I&#;ll wear one." He said, his usually