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@ivy4honey my two black owned bitches. These two are a perfect example of what it means to accept your place. They knew their men were inferior they knew after years of staring at my naked body that the best choice was to build their minds and bodies in service to the bnwo

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Will chastity ruin my boy? (My experience)

My third boyfriend in college was the real deal. I did my undergrad at a well known UC school located very close the beach. Lots of people surfed and body boarded…but not like this guy. He looked the part and his character backed up those looks every wit.

The first time I ever saw him was at a surf contest. He came in second but caught the biggest wave of the event. The way he maneuvered and fearlessly dominated the roaring force of nature was enough to twitterpate this pre-med student.

I remember ogling him when he came out of the water after his run. His wavy  blond hair dripped water down his chest. It was curled and bleached from hours and hours spent in the salty sea. HIs deep aqua-blue eyes were confident and he had no problem meeting my stare. A girl can tell when a guy is totally wrong for her and sometimes a girl just doesn’t care.

I didn’t get a chance to talk to him until the luau. I maneuvered over to the table laden with pineapple drinks where he was stationed, chatting up another surfer. I watched him through the corner of my eye, willing him to approach me. He wasn’t a body builder but was incredibly fit. His golden tan skin seemed to glow at dusk. His left arm was completely covered in tattoos, and not the lame poser variety. They looked for all the world like authentic ancient Polynesian symbols of gods of sun and sea.

Like clockwork he approached me and offered me a pineapple. I don’t recall his opening line but I remember him laughing heartily when I said, “Nice job out there. A little too far ahead of the curl, though…” We chatted briefly before I was cut off by other girls trying to get their turn.

Shortly afterward I was walking on campus when I heard a bike behind me. It was our surfer friend. He had spotted me and recognized me and rode up next to me to offer me a ride to class. He was bare chested (his white “wife beater” was tucked into his pants) so of course I couldn’t say no. You know, he reminded me of a perpetually shirtless Heath Ledger. He lifted me right up on the handlebars of the big beach cruiser and whisked me through the warm air to class.

That was the beginning of our long dance. We would tell each other about parties and we’d sort of show up. His parties were pretty exclusive surfer gatherings that you had to be in the know to attend. The parties I was usually invited to were the geekier pot lucks that the biology and medical students over-organized.

I remember when he showed up to the first biology party. It was in a professor’s house near campus. When he walked in I could feel his presence change the tone in the room. His feet were only ever bare or shod in some ultra insider hand-made leather sandals that you can only buy in Hawaii. He had a shirt, thankfully, but compared to the rest of the tight-laced khaki-wearing attendees he stood out like a lion in a flock of sheep. And I wasn’t the only one smitten by his aura. I was talking to a girlfriend at the moment and I remember laughing aloud at her try to carry on our conversation while her eyes slowly tracked his movements around the room.

He made his way over to me, sampling a few of the hors-d'oeuvres and shooting smiles and head-bobs in the direction of people who seemed to recognize him. He reached me put his tan hand on my elbow and said, “Let’s go to a real party.”

To be continued…

last day of locktober! take a look back at how the month went:

he was more affectionate

he was more helpful

he was more loving

he listened more

you felt more heard and loved than you've felt in a long time

you've taken control of his (now your) cock and you control your sex life.

you never go to bed unsatisfied anymore.

he's brought you to orgasm more than ever before without even using his cock!

hopefully by now you've even started being the more assertive and dominant partner in the bedroom. sex is primarily about your pleasure. he brings your to orgasm every time.

he takes your strapon or even asks for for it.

he dresses up for you both outside and inside the bedroom.

WHY would you ever go back? keep going. don't unlock him, he'll love you for it.

Angry boys (and chastity)

I can always tell I’ve got a fish on the line when I get angry messages. When chastity play strikes a nerve with a boy it often means deep down he’s feeling threatened. Why would a girl locking up other guys threaten a boy who lives thousands of miles away and who is protected by the anonymity of the internet? What could I possible to do him? The answer should be obvious by now. He’s threatened because deep down he can feel the tug of temptation and he knows he’s vulnerable to it.

Here is a real conversation I had with such a boy. It’s representative of conversations just like it that I have on a weekly basis. (Emphasis and bleeping added my me.)

About three months ago:

Him: What the hell is this? Are you sh***ing me? This can’t be real. If it is you’re freaking psycho and the dudes you put those chasity [sic] cages on are f****ing idiots. This is messed up.

Me: Hello! How are you today? Thanks for your message and your feedback. I wasn’t quite clear on what aspect of my blog your feedback addresses. Could you clarify?

Him: I’m fine, thanks. I was talking about you locking chastity cages on dudes d*cks. That should have been obvious! I don’t mean to be rude but what the hell? You actually lock up dudes d*cks. Why? Do you hate men? Or are these dudes just so stupid that they let you do it? Is it some kind of freakish masochistic sex practice?

It always makes me giggle when people flip 180 when they somehow reconcile that chastity play is a sexual kink. “This is terrible!! This should be banned! Oh! It’s a sex thing? Ohhhh! I see. Well, to each their own! Carry on!”

Me: I see you’re referring to chastity play. Yes, it’s not exactly a mainstream practice but you’d be surprised how many people are into it. Millions. What bothers you about it? It’s not your penis being locked up. Why not let them do what they want to do?

Him: You’re dam right it’s not my d*ck! I would never let someone do that to me. It bothers me because it’s messed up. I mean what did these guys do to you to deserve this? I think you’re taking advantage of them. Unless they are whack and the actually want this, like, unless its a fetish or something. I don’t have a problem with what people do in the bedroom. But if you are locking them up and not letting them out then that’s on you.

Me: I can see you’ve been reading more of my posts. I can assure you that the men I keep locked do indeed want this. It feels good. It makes them feel good, really good. Better than any sex act you can imagine. They are addicted to it and can’t stop.

Him: okay…

Me: And, yes, they often beg to be let out and I almost always say no.

Him: What the actual HELL? That’s what I’m talking about. If they want out and you don’t let them then that’s dark. That’s beyond cruel. Men have needs and preventing a man from getting his nut is wrong and downright evil. It might even be illegal. You’re lucky nobody reported you yet. You can go to jail for this.

Me: Would you believe that I actually have two police officers, an ATF agent and someone who works for the “State Department” among my locked up collection of boys?

Him: Seriously? No. I don’t believe you.

Me: If you look around my blog you might even find their pictures.

Three weeks ago:

Him: Hey

Me: Hello!

Him: I was just seeing if you would respond or if you were in jail by now.

Me: No jail here. In fact I’m actually making a honey and banana sandwich in my kitchen at the moment.

Him: Are you still doing that fraky [sic] s**t?

Me: If you’re talking about locking up men and warping their brains then yes. In fact I need to send out three locks today for three new guys. Three more guys are out there somewhere shivering in fear and excitement, checking the mail every day to see if a package from me has arrived. Jealous?

Him: Hells no!

Me: Hmmm. I’m not so sure. You sure seem interested.

Him: I’m indignant, not interested.

Me: Okay. Well definitely don’t read my blog posts from this week. It’s just going to make you even madder.

Him: Thanks for the tip. I wont! [sic]

Two weeks ago:

Him: Hey again. I still don’t get it.

Me: Oh, hello there! How are you today?

Him: Fine.

Me: Isn’t it a gorgeous day? I don’t know what it’s like where you are but here the flowers are blooming and the air is cool but the sun is bright and warm. I just want to run in the fields and flop down on my back in the tall grass and just soak it all in.

Him: That’s nice.

Me: Isn’t it?

Him: I still don’t understand why you do what you do to men? Do you hate men?

Me: Absolutely not! I love men. I love them dearly and I deeply enjoy tormenting and manipulating them. You know, just for fun.

Him: That’s messed up.

Me: No, the messed up thing is that they love it more than I do. How old are you, if I may ask?

Him: 20

Me: Have you been reading more of my site?

Him: Yeah and you were right. It made me even madder.

Me: How does it make you feel when you read about how many boys I have locked up? Does it give you little tingly butterflies in your stomach?

Him: No

Me: What happens to you when I tell you how much I enjoy toying with a guy? How easy it is for me to get him locked up and how much power that gives me over him?

Him: Nothing happens.

Me: What about when I tell you that I know exactly what’s going on in your head? How do you feel when I tell you I know you’re thinking about letting me lock you up? How do you feel when I tell you I can see you imagining it right now?

Him: Shut up.

Me: Are we getting a little crowded down in the pants area? It is getting a bit hard to pretend you’re not hanging on every word I say? Maybe you should just take them off.

Him: Seriously Shut up!!!

Me: Which cage do you see yourself in? Plastic? Steel? 

Him: You’re a messed up crazy b***h. I’m out.

Me: Talk to you soon!

10 days ago:

Him: Hey

Me: Oh, hello again! How are you? Been struggling to stay away from me?

Him: No

Me: No?

Him: A little

Me: How about a lot? You’ve been trying to push me out of your mind with all your might haven’t you?

Him: Yeah.

Me: But you don’t want to resist anymore, do you?

Him: No

Me: Doesn’t it feel good that I understand you? That you’re not alone? I’m in your head with you. I know what you’re thinking and I don’t judge you.

Him: Yah. I guess.

Me: Are you touching yourself thinking about being locked up by me?

Him: n o

Me: Do I detect some one-handed typing?

Him: No! Get out of my head!

Me: As you wish but it’s going to be lonely in there. Baby, I care about you but I’m going to block you for 48 hours to help you learn your place. Don’t contact me again until you’re ready to play by my rules.

2 days later:

Him: Hi!

Him: Oh, I’m not blocked!

Me: Hello there, friend.

Him: Hello! Please don’t block me again. I will behave.

Me: I’m very glad that you’re learning and growing. It makes me sad to block people. I won’t do it unless I have to. How do you feel?

Him: Much better now that I can talk to you again.

[Lots of chat about school, work, life, ex’s, etc.]

Me: Have you been thinking more about letting me lock you up? Are you ready to start looking for cages?

Him: OMG yes! I mean yes I’ve been thinking about it. I can’t stop thinking about it. I have been looking at devices. They are all so expensive! I can’t afford any of them.

Me: That makes me so happy to hear! I’m so proud of you! I have dozens of used cages. Would you like to borrow one? If you like it you can pay me back later. If not then you can just send it back.

Him: O_O

Me: Well?

Him: I’m thinking.

Me: Well I’m going to bed soon…

Him: I’ll pass. Thanks.

20 minutes later

Him: YES! Are you still up? Yes, I want to borrow one of your devices! Please.

Me: Splendid! What size is your d*ck? And tell the truth, please.

Him: Crap! I can’t believe this is happening. 7 inches.

Me: I told you not to lie! If we get the fit wrong you’ll just end up having a bad or painful experience. Look, I don’t care about size. A penis is a penis is a penis. I care about the person that’s attached to it. It’s not like you’re going to have sex with me. Tell me the truth or we’re done. Hard and soft measurements, please.

Him: 6 and little bit when hard. 4 and a half soft.

Me: That wasn’t so hard (ha!), was it?

[Lots of back and forth about devices and shipping addresses.]

Yesterday

Him: It came! I’ve been on pins and needles waiting for it! It only took about five minutes before it got it on. It feels really nice. Cool and heavy and nice.

Me: Yippee! I’m so happy and excited for you! Don’t put that lock on yet. Only use the numbered plastic locks for now like we talked about. Just for the next few days until we’re sure about the fit.

Him: Yeah. Okay. I wish I could use the real lock.

Me: Ha ha! Patience! You are embarking on a wonderful journey. It’s not going to be easy and it will eventually end with you permanently locked and an end to your ejaculations as you know them. But the journey and the immense amount of pleasure you’ll feel will be well worth it.

Me: Are you even paying attention or are you blissing out on chastity dopamine.

Him: Sorry.

Me: What do we say?

Him: Thank you.

Me: **Thank you, ma’am.

Him: Thank you ma’am.

Me: Let’s go with ma’am from now on whenever you talk to any women. K?

Him: OK ma’am.

Yet another illustration that the most vocal opponents of something are often the most susceptible to the temptation.

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