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Who am I to question where a top wants to jizz and why ? As far as I m concerned, I just make sure to get it where he wants to and if he wants to. This black guy who s training me these days (see my stories in other sections) not only doesn t fuck me everytime but, last time, he fucked my throat and pulled out to jerk off and come freely but not in my mouth. I lapped cause he let me and I thanked him the same. He had his reasons and he decides.

I ve been whored out some weeks ago but not online (read my story in the last load section) , in my appartement by a guy that just fucked me and set up a second fuck with a random guy without me even knowing. I did what he told me. I think it will happen again but I m not sure what I will do though...

1) How did you first learn about chastity? A guy who used to fuck me some years ago talked me into it. He was straight and married, didn t want to see my dick at all and he heard about it. He asked me to get one and put it on. I did. It didn t change anything for me but for him it was a total turn on. 2) What attracted you to it? The first thing that excited me was to obey the guy that wanted me to wear it. Then, I saw that all the men that fucked me were amused or excited by the cage. It s like it puts everyone in his place, automatically: I feel even more inferiror to them and they feel stronger and even more in charge. 3) What was your first sexual encounter involving chastity? Did you enjoy it? The guy that wanted me to wear it. Yes, I liked it because he liked it. 4) Have you had mostly positive reactions to being locked? Any negative ones? Indifference? Indiference sometimes but that s ok. Some questions. I always tell I wear it and it keeps the fake tops or vers guys away. 5) What is your current status (locked vs unlocked, self-locked vs keyholder, etc.)? Locked when I get fucked. 6) Do you have any goals related to chastity you hope to achieve (longer periods locked, personal goals related to denial, etc.)? No.

I m dealing with a BBC master these days (read my feedbacks in other sections) and he uses CUNT, even for my mouth! It turns me on so much! It s like he s reading in us sluts bottoms like in an open book. But I wonder how confident you must be to treat other guys like this?!

I m a 43 yo bottom only guy and I definitely love serving young guys. Serving them together with other sluts my age would be a real turn on for me.

Glad to see we are all loving and submitting to black cocks ! I m dealing with one of them these days (telling all about it in other sections of this forum) and he's litterally fucking my mouth/ass and my head! think I can t resist...

Yesterday evening I got another message from this guy who s really been abusing me lately. He just asked if he could come over around 11pm. I said yes. As always he replied telling me to put on a thong and be naked. He didn t mention the lipstick he told me to buy last time he came. I painted my lips anyway and that felt so odd. It was the first time for me. I can t tell you it didn t make me feel stupid but I really made up my mind this last days and I want to submit to him, no matter what, it feels more and more natural to be the white whore he wants me to be. Some minutes before 11pm he wrote again telling me to drink some alcohol. Being a week night that bothered me a little but I obeyed and took some sips of vodka, my cage already hurting me, my white ass totally on display in my black thong. The bottle top was red, I put on more lipstick on my lips. I was only hoping he would fuck my ass that night. When I opened him the door I couldn t help but feel ashamed. He smiled when he saw me with my red lips. "Mmmh baby, that is some white whore mouth, hu? You like it? - Yes, did I whisper nervously". He caressed my hair with one hand and my ass chicks with the other, before stronlgy grabbing both my hair and my ass from behind. His thumb entered my ass violently and his others fingers grabbed me on my cage which surprised me and hurt me. My head was firmly held back, my face just underneath and close to his. He noticed I was in pain. "What happens baby?" I could smell his cigarette breath and see from very close how unhandsome he is. It s like I hate everything about him... "Nothing... It s just that you re hurting me... I wear my ca... - Shhhhhht, did he say pressing stronger on the cage. Don t talk about it. This (pressing again), doesn't exist. It s useless, isn't it?" I swear I thought I would cum when he asked his question ! He was smiling again. I was affraid. I tried to smile seductively but could only moan as he let go of my ass and cage. His other hand pulled on my hair and in no time I was on all four at his feet. "Walk me to your sofa, bitch". I walked like a dog before him. "You drank your alcohol?" I was answering yes when he slapped me so hard across my ass. Son of a bitch I thought ! How a man like him, not good looking, a taxi driver, could dare to treat a person like that ?! Where does this confidence come from? The size of his dick makes that ? Did he see something in me ? "Drink again. Show me." What is it with the booze now? I took more vodka, 2 or 3 big sips. He had seated and was unzipping his pants. His cock jumped out of them. I swear to you guys, that cock alone makes you surrender to anything. I was on all four, hypnotized. He grabbed my hair again and at that moment he pushed me further into sub space!! My face was right in front of his. He like whispered to me "you want me to fuck your white cunt, do you? - yes" I was shaking my ass without even noticing. I was moving and rubbing my body against his leg instinctively. That must be what they call a bitch in heat. - Grab my cock. Tell me you want me to fuck your cunt. - fuck my cunt, please. Fuck it." He smiled and pulled my hair stronger. My head shaked. I froze. "I m not fucking you. You know why?" His breath on my face was now almost disgusting. What the fuck !!! I was paralyzed, not understanding anything. He shaked my head again. "You know why, girl?" What a mess, he wanted an answer, he was hurting me, fucking my mind. "No I don't... - I must have sounded like a confused and affeaid little girl. - of course you don't... I don t fuck whores like you without a condom and I didn t bring any. - I know - my shame was killing me !!! I could have cried. I think I fought to hold some tears back. - I have condoms for you, is all could say. - I m not using yours but you are going to fuck your throat and your head with my cock anyway, right ? All alone like a big girl, right ?" And I went down on his huge and hard cock for I don t know how long ! I sucked, licked, I throat fucked my self, almost puked once or twice. He smiled all the way, encouraging me to keep on working as I was trying to catch my breath. He poured vodka in my mouth, spat on my face and mouth, slapped me to encourage me. "Show me you re a good girl" He recorded me, had me say I m a white whore for black (or Muslim, I can't remember) cock direct to camera. By the time he spat in his hand to jerk off, my face and my chest was a total mess. I was covered in throat slime and dizzy due to the vodka and the intense throat fucking. My face was red, my eyes glassy, I saw that after he left in my bathroom s mirror. He came without caring of me, without aiming at my mouth. I jumped on his cock and belly to lap what I could, to suck it dry. He came so hard, he was out of breath. At this moment looking at him as he was shaking and feelingso good I felt right and proud. Sluts like me that wear a cage know how intense it feels to make a real man cum. He caressed my hair. Told me I was a crazy bitch and laughed. He stood up and went to the bathroom to take a piss. I followed when I heard he had finished. I wanted so bad to have a conversation. He was cleaning his cock with water and a towel which he ended up throwing to the floor. "Did you like it? - a lot. You know you re good, girl. Next time you want to suck other cocks for me baby? - Like the other time, you mean? - yes I know you like. For me baby... here or in places I know..." He exited the bathroom and went to the out door. I followed, meet I my thong. "We will see, he said. But you are my white whore now, right ?" He had opened the door. What was he meaning by you are my white whore exactly? I answered yes because obviously I was. He blew me a kiss and went out.

Very interesting thread and it s nice to read I am not alone. I m currently dealing with this situation as a slut fag and writing about it here in a different section. Keep on serving guys.

This thread is very interesting for a slut fag like me. I m currently dealing with this specific question and writing about it here in a different section. The shame, the inferiority, the incapacity to resist and the fear of going down some wrong path is difficult to handle. All of this is increased by the feeling that for us fags is really a way of life and something that defines us and can be seen as ridiculous or downgrading while for the men using us it s only a question of cumming and relieving tension.

Thank you for your input and support. The idea of the picture is good but he doesn't want me to text or call him. Married with children, vert discret... It s a good idea but I really wouldn t want to rush anything anyway. I don t know of I m ready to go down that path...

He finally wrote to me on saturday morning. He only asked if I was available around lunchtime to blow him. My heart stopped and I started to feel very nervous. Almost a month thinking about that moment both excited and affraid and he just wrote as always, as nothing unusual happened last time. It took me more than an hour to make a decision about what I should do and I stupidily replied "hi. how are you doing?" exactly 88 minutes after his first message. I simply couldn't tell him to come over like this without any more discussion. The whole day went on without any other message from him and I felt like I missed the opportunity. Had he messaged some other guy to serve him ? Had someone else answered quicker than I did? I tried not asking me too many questions and setting my mind on something else and decided next time (if there is a next time) I would say Yes and nothing else. After all I know very well how he considers me and I m ok with it. Why do I act like I do ? I was about to go to bed at 23:30 when he texted me. "Now?" I answered "Yes" with my heart beating like crazy. When I saw is next message I was already waiting for him wearing only my cage and a black thong. His message was "On my way. Put on a thong". I know he always wants me naked in a thong but still he reminds me of it each time. He arrived within minutes. I opened and he went to the living room asking how was his girl doing? I was so nervous following him and trying to start a conversation. He sat down and started undoing his pants. I went on my knees between his legs trying to act slutty and as quiet as possible. He asked for an ashtray so I stood up and went for it. I was feeling really stupid. I came back with the ashtray, his cigarette was lit and his enormous cock was semi hard hanging out of his pants. I remember thinking "god it s so huge!" and "god his so unattractive!". But anyway, I was yearning to gag on his cock and be fucked like the big black cock slut he knows I am. I put down the ashtray next to him and was about to get on my knees when he said "why don t you wear lipstick, baby?" I froze. What?!?!? What now with lipstick??? On his face, always this smile and this quietness that drive me crazy. "I don t know... You like it? - Do you have some ? - No. - Next time. Very red, like whores. Ok, baby? - Yes." These words alone excited me so much the cage started to hurt me. I was standing there feeling uncomfortable that it might show through that mini thong. He pointed at my bar and asked if these bottles were alcohol. I said yes and asked him if he wanted a drink. "I don t drink but for you. Take one you like and come here, he said tapping with a foot on the floor". I grabbed a vodka bottle and knelt between his legs. He took the bottle and I took his cock. I caressed it waiting for a sign. He told me to suck him and I literally plunged on his dick. He laid back and enjoyed it saying it was his second blow job of the day but by far the best. That made me suck harder, better, totally dedicated to his pleasure. I was so proud of being one good sucker for him. He handed me the bottle. "Here. Drink". That was new. He had never asked me to drink. Only the first time we met I was dead drunk... Once again I was lost, he really confuses me. I took a sip of vodka. "More" he said. I drank again and went back to his cock. Sucking and gagging but asking myself what was happening. He handed me the bottle two or three more times asking me to drink more, smiling, telling me what a good girl or whore I was. I started to feel tipsy, dizzy but I kept on going further with his cock down my throat, making a mess of my face, wetting the couch, the floor, coughing slime. He merely moved at all except for handing me the booze. He was enjoying it a lot. He asked me not to use my hands anymore "just your cunt mouth, I don t want to cum yet". I remember begging him to fuck me and him saying "no just your mouth". "Drink" "Look at you" "No, don t touch yourself" "Good girl, shake your ass" "Take more alcohol" "Show me you're filthy" "Yeah look at you, whore". I totally lost it. I managed to say "no please" when he wanted to take a picture with his phone but I even can t tell now if he did or not in the and. When he was close he stood up and with his fingers in my mouth kept it opened and brought my head just underneath his gigantic cock. He jerked off all his cum on my face and tongue. What a blast ! What a reward to make a man cum that hard ! We sluts know! In the corner of my mind I still was waiting for the right moment to ask him questions about what he did last time but I didn t want to ruin his moment. He shaked his cock and went to the bathroom telling me to stay where I was. I heard some water, he was probably washing his meat when I was the one really needing water. That thought made me smile. I had been so good. When he went out of the bathroom he smiled at me and said I m a true white slut. I smiled and thanked him with a flirting voice. "I have to go now. Work. I ll text you, babe". These last words woke me up! What ?!?! He was gone ! Again ?! The next day, yesterday that is, I woke up with a strong hangover. I cleaned my living room thinking and thinking and thinking too much, talking alone, being upset, telling myself to block him. "It s not safe and it s not sane!" That was until I finished my chores and felt the heat again. His voice, his attitude, the way he never answers my questions, the way he pimped me out, his words, his cock, his voice, his scent, his smile, his cock, his natural directiveness,... His words... "don t touch yourself" "look at you fag" "good girl" ... I was in heat again. The alcohol, the cage I was still wearing and this chastity I put myself into weren t helping... I was feeling a terrible urge. I touched the cage, my ass,... "Look at you" "you ve got the best mouth" "be a good girl"... I ended up practically wrecking my ass all alone in my bed with a dildo just thinking about his scent, his voice and his words. I guess I have to stop thinking too much. It s just pure good sex and I have to stop telling me stories: this black unattractive guy just owns me. I don t want to have him around anymore until he wants me to serve him again. I have to stop fighting... As always, I appreciate every feedback. PS : buying red lipstick is on my to do list

Well he should have studied longer and more if you ask me... Together with Antonio Aguilera he was one of the best tops IMO His scene with this latino slut in a locker room was the hottest !

How do you feel about it ? And how do you deal with it at work ?

I think we all do

Thank you for sharing your experience. I wish you to find some other black alpha to serve.

I get your point and I don t want to regret things, of course not. But with this guy nothing is possible, it s not like we could get into a relation... At the same time I am not denying my true nature and my condition. I know very good my place in front of such men and I know I want to be his holes to fuck when he wants. The whoring out is maybe a step too far. I m both excited and afraid of him contacting me next time if he does...

Really ?! God he was so hot and agressive !

Brandon Iron is another of my all time favourite. But he s straight...

Thank you very much for your message and for your advise. I think I will really know what I will do on the very moment when/if he contacts me again... Don t know if it s a road I want to take... But don t know if I can resist either.

I mean it is difficult to assume what happened, what he did to me and what I accepted... I don t know if I am ready to be treated like that or to to these things. I m not feeling very proud of myself if you prefer...

I recognize myself here... It s a little bit frustrating in the end that after having behaved like assholes they just decide they don t fuck you anymore. That s the deal I guess...

I don t know... I know I m a sub and particularily for this kind of man which is hard to find, I do know too that there are lots of bitches like me for his kind and that I should give up and serve, but honestly, I lived it pretty bad afterwards. I am not there yet, was hard to accept what happened... He didn t contact me again anyway but I m not sure what I ll do if he does.

+1 here and quite always caged

Did it happen to you?

If he had showed me his face before I certainly wouldn't have met him nor showed him who I was. Too humiliating. When I saw him I had already said too much compromising stuff so I went all the way. Wasn't easy but he s a top and so hot. If he comes back I would be more than happy.