"Uh Oh! Bad Call Trying To Sneak Into My Backyard To Pee! And Don't Give Me Any Of That Crap About 'all

FUCK I’m in a really rough mood tonight and it’s hard. I want to grab my boy, bite his neck, pull his hair— I just want to make him whimper and moan beneath me while I tease and toy with him.

The anticipated Part 2

After the break Mistress G asked me if I knew what the best way to put a strap on was. I of course feeling a little cheeky said to have me put it on for you.... this was met with a stern look and a devilish smile.

'Dont move I'll show you' as I sat there and the realization of what was going to happen I regretted my comment.

Mistress G walked back in with a harness and an assortment of dildos one bigger and thicker than the next.

'Open' I knew instantly what she expected and opened my mouth.

'Dont you dare close it'

Nodding and watching as she took the smallest and started pushing in my mouth. All the way in. She laughed.

'I can see you've done this before'

Next size up, again a laugh.

This went on for another 2 sizes when I started gagging.

'That's better' was her words when she fed an 8 in red monster into my mouth.

'So you want to put it on me right. You think I'm gonna allow you to get close to touching me. Only men touch me not caged boys.... but I will allow you to help'

With my mouth still open she put the strap in the harness and then pushed it into my mouth. Mistress G had me gagging on her big red cock while she was doing up the straps. Wonderfully humiliating and seeing her in that stance and the power she dripped was mind blowing.

I was led still cuffed back to the previous spanking bench. This time however only my wrists and ankles were cuffed to it. I could still move around quite a bit. Luckily

Mistress G then kissed my forehead put her cock in front of my face and told me to kiss it.

Walking around to my exposed ass I felt the lube I felt her fingers and then all in one I felt the head of her cock stretching my ass. With the head in..... 'fuck yourself' without hesitation I moved back onto her cock as deep as I could. Her hand on my ass the other around the leash.... 'more' I went back further moaning 'more or I'll do it' that was the deepest fuck I've ever had.

Mistress G laughing at me as I moaned a groaned and laughed harder as I welped as her nails dug into my balls.

A rampant fucking of my ass started I could feel my full balls bouncing around I could feel Mistress G's nails digging into my back I could feel her power and authority seeping into my spine.

Then I could feel nothing just a gaping empty hole behind me.

Breathing hard drool pooling in front of me. My mental state questionable. I opened my eyes to see a flesh colored cock in my face and without hesitation started sucking it. 'Slowly her voice soft and gentle I slowed down and sucked realizing that it was a water bottle with a cock shaped lid. Feeling the cold water in my mouth making me realize that this scenario had been and hour and how thirsty I was.

Final 40 min.

Kneeling on the floor in front of Mistress G a bowl of water in front of me and her with a bottle of water in her hand.

MG: 'Thank you James this was fun'

j: 'Thank you Mistress Gail you're amazing'

MG: 'I know, drink your water'

I spent the next 20 min talking to her. How I felt what I enjoyed what she enjoyed how we felt the session went etc. A cool down if you will.

She then made the offer of helping her house slave clean up or being bound while he cleaned up.

In two minds about it. I chose ultimately being bound.

I quite literally have not had that much straps chains and locks on me ever. I was essentially mummified in a combination of leather and chain I lost count for the locks at 15.

Mistress G's house slave dutifully cleaned up and wiped down washed as I stared on unable to move an inch.

When he was done Mistress G called him over to me winked in my direction. Pull down your pants which he did... pink frilly panties and the smallest dick I've ever seen was on display.... look Sammy his caged dick is bigger than yours if you had a dick that size ( take note I'm not particularly well endowed I'm around average) maybe we could also find you a cage.

He bowed his head and nodded.

The next 30 min or so was unstrapping me. Showering getting cleaned up checking the welts putting cream on. When I was finally done. I met Mistress G in her powder room there were 2 cups of tea waiting.

She was a vision of calmness. We spoke for a while about how Jess and I were exploring and how Jess had made all the bookings and how long I'd been in the lifestyle. And how long she had been a professional.

As I was leaving she handed me back the envelope with my cage keys in I saw the seal was broken she laughed and said she was keeping one of the keys in case I came back, then she could make me really cry.

I laughed she laughed

I got into the car and checked the envelope and yes one of the keys was missing lol guess she knew she'd have a repeat customer...

Let me gush on why I think diapers are the ultimate tool for control.

It's a status symbol: this is the easiest to explain. You look at a little and know immediately they are not on the same level of you. This padded excuse for underwear shows that the person wearing it is not to be treated as an adult and is to be treated like they do not have the ability to work a toilet let alone handle any responsibilities.

It's a physical barrier: a diaper literally puts a barrier between the little's genitalia and anything that they might want, such as pleasure, the dignity to use the toilet, hell even the ability to clean themselves properly. Just some plastic and fluff keep can be so restrictive.

"functional" clothing: not only does a diaper look and feel like a tool for control but also act the part. It's a container for one of the most humbling liquids on the planet. It also has a hidden purpose of being able to be written on. Even the most basic of diapers can be a powerful tool when used to contain the piss of someone who claims to be an adult

Dependence: there is almost no other kink tool that can be used quite like a diaper to make your little depend on you. It literally has to be acknowledged every 4 to 12 hours. It also often has to be checked, talked about, and changed. If you truly want to make someone dependent on you, make it so they have to come to you to be changed. They will feel your presence with every step they take.

Have you had sex with a woman in front of a locked boy? Or made a locked girl tease a locked boy?

Who hasn’t?

But seriously…who? I want to tell them what they’re missing.

Yeah, enjoying my sexuality and the sexuality of others before the hungry eyes of locked boys is sort of a guilty pleasure hobby of mine. It might even be a calling card.

It’s one thing to lock you up and make love to your girlfriend right there in front of you. That’s always fun, especially when you start hearing her make whimpers and squeaks and moans you’ve never heard her make before.

But imagine for a moment, going downtown to a cozy little club instead. You’re dressed to the nines in that shirt that makes your eyes catch the light. Your girl is wearing the little black dress with the golden hem you bought her for your anniversary. I’m wearing that perfume that forces you to inhale whenever you catch the scent. Imagine pushing past the crowd to the bar where we leave you. You watch from across the room as I take your girlfriend by the hand out to the dance floor. You’ve never seen her laugh and smile so much in her life as we dance and joke. She spins away when the horn section flares and melts into me when the bass walks. When we finally come back to the bar, out of breath and needing refreshment, you can’t ignore how her eyes keep finding mine, how my calf tends to brush against hers, how she blushes when I put my hand on her knee. You wish she did that for you, but your cock is content where it is, locked in a cool, smooth, steel cage.

On the ride back to the hotel I sit between you. She leans her head on my shoulder and I play with her hair. I slide my hand down and make lazy circles on the smooth skin of her inner thighs with my fingertips. She coos softly and it seems like her skirt keeps moving higher and higher. My free hand rests on your thigh, high and very close to that inescapable cage. You can’t help wonder what new things I will teach her about her body when we finally arrive at our room. You cross your fingers that you will be allowed to see it all and not be gagged, blindfolded and tied to a chair in the bathroom like last time. Please, not that again.

Boys are stupid, but there are ways to help them learn. Smaller cages are better.