Always Keep Your Victims In Agony

So…. This is a true story, I have been in the femdom lifestyle since I was in my teens, 40 years ago. So when I moved from the UK to a large city in Texas I dove in with both feet… this is in the four years before I met my Wife, my Goddess. The love of my life. So, I met a lot of people on line, and started going to monthly play parties, which were fun. But to cut a long story short, I ended up as the slave of a professional Domme for a while. Her apprentice would get to help torment and torture me and I would stock and clean the play house and serve Her at local PEP meetings and play parties. One such party was at the home of a lawyer, the owner of my friend. I was to be naked all night and chained to the boots of my Mistress… as was the custom, nobody talked to me without Her permission and nobody made eye contact, I was an object for Her use, a toy. I spent the night, being “inspected” fondled, and flogged by my mistress and Her friends… and then it became time to provide entertainment. I was hooded, and could see nothing and hear a little, raised to my feet and my hands bound above my head and my legs tied apart. I felt the slickness of lube run down my ass cheeks and a latex, gloved hand lube my asshole. This was way before I’d experienced chastity, so I was incredibly hard, I heard my female friend’s voice telling me to relax as I felt the strap on enter me, to the laughs and jeers of the other guests. She fucked me deeply, starting slowly and becoming more frenzied as She grabbed my shoulders for leverage. I felt a pair of silky panties wrap around my hard cock, and my Mistresses hand start pumping me. “Do it, you nasty beast, do it in the crotch of My panties, let everyone see what a dirty animal you are” and after a while, I did, I came, and came and came, She expertly pumped me into her panties and pulled Her hand away, leaving me to dribble, bereft of the comfort of Her grip. When my friend pulled out, a large butt plug was inserted and my Mistress’s panties removed from my cock and shoved in my mouth. “Suck them clean you dirty little whore” She said and I did as I hung there for I don’t know how long.

I don’t know if you’ll find this interesting, but I wanted to share…. And if anyone is wondering, I’m much happier with my Wife, our relationship is closer and deeper, with a lot of love on both sides. But I have had an interesting life 💋

dream night of 'sex' with my wife

Currently having heart eyes over the thought of sitting on my bed and making a pretty boy kneel in front of me just so I can take his face in both my hands and run my fingers through his hair and tell him how pretty and handsome and perfect he is and watch him get more and more flustered and shy for being praised

The gym earlier this week. Who am I clicking? Did he kneel? The real question is… how fuxking good does it feel to throb for Me?

I'm publicly a very Alpha vanilla man. But i've been single for a while and started watching kinky porn. I'm finding myself inexorably drawn towards male chadtity, but I don't want to be. How can i stop being turned on by the idea of being locked up?

Do you really want me to tell you or do you want me to lure you in deeper? For instance, have you ever felt the cool sensation of a steel cage sliding over your cock? It’s quite a fascinating experience and I love to savor it through a boy’s eyes every time I lock a nice penis up. A cock loves to get into tight places and a chastity cage is no exception. The metal feels slippery and smooth on your skin yet cool instead of warm. The penis tingles with pleasure inside such a home. If that weren’t enough, the cool metal of the ring sliding behind your balls feels just as amazing. So comforting, so thrilling, yet in the back of your head you know that base ring means you’re about to embark upon a journey that you can’t easily back out of.

Then the click, a vibration that you hear and feel. You see me smile. I kiss you and you know that you’re stuck.

The final mind trip is when I step back and you move your hands down to feel it. It’s such a strange sensation. Your cock feels the compression of being held, and your hand feels a cock…yet they can’t feel each other. With a gentle tug you learn how firmly attached it is to your body and how impossible it would be to pull off. You suddenly feel a surge of panic and excitement as you realize you’re trapped. You’re good and truly trapped and nobody but I can free you. Your eyes scan around for they keys that were here just a minute ago. Where are they?

I’m talking to you and the words aren’t quite sinking in. I’m kissing you and you’re trying to catch up. I’m walking out the door and you’re missing me already but you can’t find the words because 90% of your brain power is trying to comprehend not being able to orgasm freely anymore.

Then I’m gone and you’re finally alone with your precious member. Alone to ponder and worry and process. Alone to try over and over to get hard, to get some sensation, to re-learn how much stronger steel is than flesh. Alone to wonder what I’m doing and who I’m with. Alone to predict how long it will be before you get to touch yourself and how sweet that experience will taste when, or if, it happens again.