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(I've had the basis of this story in my head for a while now and hope yall like it) John didn't much care about other people. Only what he could get from them. Whether that be free drinks, a place to stay or when the need hit him, sex. He didn't much care what they felt after and why should he, hes a top, and what he fucked was just there for him to use and leave behind. John entered that bar that evening with no real plan, he had a nice day at work and figured he'd let the evening progress as it should, get a few drinks given by the desperate older guys maybe. Sitting down to the bar he ordered a double shot of vodka and a glass of water. Taking the shot in one go he surveyed the bar with the water in hand and looked about for easy marks. Right off the bat he saw a 40 something guy. He was getting grey early on with a portly build. Average dad bod with average looks. He knew the type well. Right as he was about to get up someone sat next to him with what could only be described as a flop and gave a huge sigh. John looked over and was stopped in his tracks. This kid could barely be 21 , he highly suspected he used a fake card, giving him a quick look as the kid ordered some fruity drink he saw how tight his shorts and shirt were and couldn't believe they were able to contain his bubble butt. john looked up to see his sandy blond hair and multiple piercings. Cute face, smooth and almost child like and he sucked on his straw nearly draining the drink in seconds. putting down the glass. John quickly changed targets The kid was the first one to start talking. He just looked at him and said"i cant believe how rude people can be, been waiting half an hour for my date and now he says hes not coming at all" looking to john with a miffed look. John nodded out of shock at how blunt he was. People can be that way kid, you get used to it and move on. "well then I'll find someone else to be my date, what about you, you free tonight?" John was all to eager to agree, it was like catching a fish in a barrel. Sure , wasn't looking to do much tonight anyways. the kid ordered two new drinks before they would leave the bar and walking over to the register with them to close out his tab. Coming back he handed a double shot to john and some blue concoction for himself. John took it in one go and waited for the kid to finish his. He took a few minutes to savor this one and as time progressed john started feeling the effects of the vodka hit him, feeling a little dizzy which he expected, but then sleepy this was weird. Right around when his eyes started drooping the kid put down an empty glass and grabbed johns hand, nearly dragging him out of the bar and walking toward the secluded parking lot. Walking past the cars heading toward the back of the lot, all john could think was how easy this was.Slipping past the tightly parked cars , heading to the dimly lit back lot all to known for its quickies. The kid was holding his hand the whole time and quiet , just leading him along until they were passing a black panel van. as soon as the kid got to the drivers side window he stopped. John asked what the hold up was, in a slurred voice and the kid knocked on the side of the door. The door slammed open and that was the last thing john remembered before he was tasered in the back
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Baby steps here but after surviving Locktober in my chastity cage and having to stretch my hole daily as a challenge to myself, I found myself not wanting to be uncaged. It basically turned me on too much just being fucked, used as a cumdump and trying to anal orgasm from big toys. So this week I've challenged myself to survive both caged and plugged for the full week until next Monday using a new harness that just arrived. Does anyone wanna offer me any encouragement here on this thread? The only times I'm allowed to have my cunt unstuffed is when I'm reapplying lube, using the toilet, or being fucked or stretching my hole with toys. I think it might be a struggle but I want to feel how pathetic and ruined my hole gets by the end and how empty I feel when I try to sleep without it inside me.
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Part 1- Discovery ”What’s going on?”. Cole shook his head, trying to dispense the fog in his brain. He was struck with a searing pain in his left ear. “What the fuck?”. His earring stud was gone, it felt a lot heavier. He realized he was naked, laying on a cold cement floor. “Where am I?” Cole was 27. He had always considered himself average, though his brain got him places. An overachiever, he had gotten his degree in chemistry, then his masters in engineering. Until a few weeks ago, he had been living in the city with his boyfriend of nearly three years. Then the breakdown came: he found out his boyfriend had been sleeping around, his friends knew about it and hadn’t said anything, and the stress of work got to be too much. He snapped. His old college roommate found him wandering the subway with no shirt not knowing where he was. His parents came and got him, now he was living on the family ranch in the middle of nowhere Vermont. Besides his intelligence, Cole had always considered himself average. Standing at about 6’4, 230lbs, he didn’t consider himself a bear or cub, just some sort of awkward penguin. He had gotten a couple of tattoos at 18 when he was younger and dumb, and for his 25th birthday got his nipples pierced (though those had been removed due to a series of MRI’s when he got sick). In college everyone had always assumed he was a top, but really he loved bottoming, though his now ex hadn’t satisfied him in months. ”Where am I?” It was dark, and he tried to think back to his last memories. “Jesus, he got me drunk”. In an attempt to get back to feeling normal, Cole had accepted a dinner invitation from a guy. He wasn’t much to look at, a little older, but Cole figured he needed to try to get back to a normal life and accepted the invite. They met at the one pub in town. He was actually very casual and nice. But he kept buying drinks. Late in the evening Cole remembered excusing himself and ordering a car, but didn’t remember anything after that. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he realized he was in a barn. There were noises around him but he couldn’t see much else. He was in a stall originally designed for restraining cows for milking, but it had been converted into a paddock. As he stood up, he felt the collar around his neck, and realized he was shackled to a chain bolted into the ceiling beyond his sight above him. “Fuck me”, he muttered out loud. “Oh, we’ll get to that”, a deep voice responded. Cole jumped. Out of the gloom, a man appeared. He was impossible to describe. He wasn’t the man Cole had gone out with. He had a shaved head but a massive beard. Even though he wore black jeans with boots and a black T-shirt, his tattoos didn’t leave much to the imagination; as they covered his neck and disappeared beneath the shirt, popping out underneath the sleeves and covering the rest of his body, Cole assumed. ”Where am I? Who are you!?”, Cole demanded. “I’m the Farmer. And don’t worry about where you are. There isn’t anyone for a hundred miles. It may as well be Canada.” The man didn’t smile or even frown. There was no expression. “Let’s get started”. Cole felt actual visceral fear for the first time in his life. ———- Let me know thoughts. Part Two coming soon.
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I’ve wanted to be a cumdump for so long and I figure turning 40 is a good time to start. I’d love to meet up with a top in a park wearing a chastity cage and vibrating plug under my clothes. I’d give you the remote to the plug and we’d walk through the park while you make me tell you my fantasies and you degrade me. From there we’d go back to your place where you would put a gag in my mouth and tie me down and breed me as many times as you want. I’ll bring some toys if you want to wear my ass out. When you’re done, put the plug back in my ass and call me a whore and tell me to get out. Ideally, I’d like to find someone to play regularly. I’m in northern part of the Front Range but willing to travel if we click.
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Holy fuck, I'm on a chastity adventure this week and I can't believe how amazing it feels. I usually jack off every night and don't do stuff because I've sorted my horniness out, since I've been locked up for the past 4 days all I want is to get used and trashed. Every other day this week I've been trashing my hole with the biggest of my toys (see photo) and slowly but surely getting my body used to taking them. Last night I finally managed to take the thick brown one AND the triple dick one all the way TO THE BASE and it felt so good. I even orgasmed anally for the first time (through my cage) when I got to the point of bouncing up and down on the triple cocks. I'm so pent up and feel like such a slut, I just want guys to pass me around and TRY to get off fucking my loose sloppy hole. I'm only supposed to be locked up until Saturday for a big fist session but honestly I might just stay locked until I can cum anally all the time. Please reply with inspiration or telling me what you'd like to do with me to help me become a better locked slut xx -
I have been wanting to explore chastity for awhile, and I picked one up yesterday. Been in it for only 24 hours, but its pretty exciting. Want to have all focus on my hole and train myself to cum hands free while being fucked. Hoping this helps. I am going to a local bathhouse tonight and will be wearing the cage. Curious to see the reaction, as I know from reading other posts, that some tops love them and some hate them. Lol
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Currently on day 10 since i started a day early. nights and sleeping are the fucking worst with chaffing. I've started to use lube but the cage has slipped off once, How is locktober treating everyone else?
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Been caged for the past month and been crazy horny to be used and abused. Need my hole pounded and bred or more. Pretty open minded [banned word] here
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A Night of Firsts When I got to Jay's, he was already prepared for what he had planned for me. It was straight to his bathroom, undress and then begin a series of seriously, gut-filling enemas. Once the water ran clear, he escorted me into his bedroom. I always felt awkward being in that room. Jay was "married" to his lifelong partner. That was technically their room, and despite constant assurances since the day we met online that his partner was okay with him having a slave, I always felt like I was a homewrecker of sorts—or at least a potential one. On the bed was a set of thigh-high, fishnet stockings, a short, black, pleated skirt and a black tank-top that had SLUT in rhinestones across the chest. I was understandably confused. "What's this for?" "You said you used to pretend being a girl when you and your best friend would fool around." "Right...and?" "Tonight, you're going to be a girl. You're lucky you actually look like a fairly passable girl despite being over six-foot thanks to your curly, long hair. Come on...get dressed." I was still unsure but also excited by a new challenge being presented to me. In a few moments I was standing at the foot of his bed all dressed up. I felt sexy, slutty, confident, vulnerable, confused, embarrassed...all of those feelings all at once as I looked at myself in his dresser mirror. Jay produced a pink chastity cage and told me to lift my skirt. This was something neither of us had ever discussed, and it was the first time that I had ever seen a cage in person. It took some wrangling to suppress my erect cock enough to get it locked away. My meat bulged against it—pressing my shaft's skin through every available open space. It was incredibly uncomfortable and simultaneously reassuring. It felt proper to have my cock locked away in this cute thing. As soon as my visual transformation was complete, his partner walked in and lifted my skirt front and then back. "Very cute," he said. "She's going to have fun tonight." Both men chuckled at the plan only they were privy to. It didn’t take a lot of convincing to get me to walk into that adult bookstore; not nearly as much as one would expect. Perhaps that was thanks to the giant bottle of pre-opened water he demanded I drink on the way there. At some point, Jay had apparently slipped something into it. By the time we arrived, I was already cozy on cloud nine. While I realized that someone I knew might recognize me dressed as a girl in this tiny skirt that barely covered my ass, it just didn’t seem to bother in that headspace. Jay apparently knew the owner behind the counter, and with a flash of my ID, he waved us on with an impish smile. I was paraded up and down the aisles of the store while Jay feigned interest in the porno DVDs or sex toys for sale. I nearly fainted when a guy in his 50's with gray beard walked up to me and lifted the back of my skirt to grope my ass, and then reached around to wave my caged cock around. I stood silent, but Jay's smile let me know this was going how he had planned. By the third set of hands feeling me up, I was beginning to openly moan being manhandled like a bimbo. "Come on," Jay said. I thought we were leaving, and I was actually sad. But rather than leaving, he led me through a door into an arcade. We walked silently down a poorly lit, stinky corridor. A series of doors close together were on our right, and we passed a single door on the left that had THETER misspelled on a strip of masking tape. Jay walked me into a room on the right. As I stepped in, I could see three of the guys from the store area coming towards us. It didn't even hit me until I saw the jizz-stained monitor playing porn that he had taken me to a gloryhole. This was something we had talked about in great detail doing. I was obsessed with the fantasy of going to one for the past couple of years. I guess I was so caught up in becoming a girl and being groped that I was blind to what was going to happen until we got into that room. Jay moved the stool to the center of the room and opened the partition covers on both holes for the room. He lifted my skirt and we both saw the heavy string of precum that was hanging down from the tip of my dick. As soon as my bare bottom hit the stool, a stranger's hard cock was coming through the hole in front of me. Jay took out his phone and began recording as he told me that I knew what to do. I was so turned on and ravenous for this exact experience that I was immediately licking and sucking on my first anon cock. I was surprised and bit disappointed how quickly he came, but I was still happy to be swallowing my first anon load. Another cock came through a few minutes later, and as I leaned forward to suck a new stranger off, I felt hands grabbing at my ass through the hole behind me. Jay told me to stand up, and he moved the stool to the corner of the narrow room. I kept licking and sucking as the new stranger's hands squeezed my ass, played with my caged cock through my spread legs and then I felt a finger push into my asshole. It was a moment of pure exhilaration and bliss being finger-fucked by one man with another's cock throbbing in my mouth about to explode. The stranger behind me fingered my asshole rapidly with one and then two fingers. But then it suddenly stopped. As I swallowed strange load number 2, Jay pushed my hips back towards the wall behind me. I felt my little, bubble-butt depress against the rough wood. My mind was racing with a million wicked thoughts of what was about to happen. I just stood there, bent over, savoring the warm, salty aftertaste in my mouth waiting for what I knew was about to happen. A total stranger would be fucking me for real; no fantasy; no pretend roleplay. I felt Jay sit his phone on my lower back and grab my ass from the sides. He pushed and pulled lining me up for the hole in the wall I assumed. I knew it was about to happen when he forcefully pulled my ass apart and told me to push back hard against the wall. I eagerly complied while Jay grabbed his phone off my back and pointed it right in my face to capture my every expression as my first true stranger penetrated me. I suddenly felt the stranger's cock against my hole. As he started to push into me, I moaned loud enough that I was a little embarrassed, but I couldn't help myself. I felt my eyes just explode open as this guy's cock forced me open. He was way bigger than Jay, and Jay appeared to love the fact this stranger was about to turn me inside out. "How does your first anon cock feel?" "It hurts soooo good," I moaned looking into his phone's camera lens. The anon behind me was mercilessly pounding me. It honesty felt like the wall was going to fall over or shatter. Even our door was rattling and clanging. Then the thought came to me; long after this strange dick had been violating me. I couldn't help myself but to ask though. It was morbid curiosity. "Is he wearing a condom?" I moaned in sync with his thrusts. Jay leaned over my back and returned with a smile. "No." "Uhhhh fuck," I moaned trying to hold my ass steady against the wall from the throttling it was receiving. Moving the camera from my face to over my ass, Jay captured my very first anonymous seeding. I so desperately wanted to jerk off right as that stranger was flooding my guts, but that clever cage denied me relief. I just dripped and dripped. As the anon cock slipped from my hole, Jay quickly, and much to my shock, inserted a fairly large butt-plug into me. "We don't want that to leak out do we?" Part of me did, but the dirty, slut I was dressed as agreed with Jay. I was ready for more loads, but Jay drove me back to his house. Together with his partner, we watched my night of taking three, separate, stranger's loads. They each took turns fucking my throat off the edge of their bed while tormenting my aching, caged cock.
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.This is my fantasy journey into bug chasing and eventually being a poz cumdump. Message me if you like what you read and want to talk more... I've been locked in chastity for the past 6 months, the only relief I have is from getting fucked and from the e-stim or fuck-machine sessions I have every Sunday. Every Sunday I'm tied up to a stretcher bar, ass-up face-down, and spend 1 hour exactly either hooked to an e-stim butt plug or a fuck machine with a 10" dildo. No matter if I cum or not, I only get that hour every week. That, or someone's hard cock fucking me. My friend that's got me locked up likes to pimp me out at the bathhouse. He takes me and parades me around with nothing by my tiny male chastity on, eventually winding up in the darkroom, where he puts me in the sling and rounds up guys to fuck me. When he feels that I'm done, he pushes me onto the ground and tells me to lick up all the cum under the sling since a real man's cum should never go to waste. My pozzing party is going to be intense and I'm scared. It's going to be a no loads refused party. He says he's going to create a Craigslist ad, and round up anyone he can find to dump in me, that by the time we're done, there won't be a pair of blue balls in town or room for another drop of cum in my hole. After every fuck, I'm to clean the cock with my mouth and worship it while thanking the man for bothering to give a cumdump like me his load. Sometimes the guys will piss in my pussy after they cum in it. When that happens, it'll be my job to push out the cum and piss inside me at the time into a dog bowl and drink it in front of everyone. After the party, I imagine playing with my bruised and cummy hole, still without relief due to my chastity device.
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I’m in Kansas City staying at the Crowne Plaza downtown and would like to find some guys to stop by to breed me. More the merrier
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Elsewhere in the forum I was talking about men who place themselves in long-term chastity and surrender the key to a Dominant. The Dominant denies the submissive the ability to touch his own cock and have a penile orgasm at any time unless the Dominant expressly allows it—and that time sometimes never comes, depending on the arrangement and the intent. The Dominant may intend simply to demonstrate his continued control of the submissive by allowing the orgasm only after a show of reluctance or as a show of generosity. On the other hand, the Dominant may withhold it altogether in a much deeper bid for control of the submissive's sexuality by training the sub to transfer his origin of orgasm from his penis to his anus and/or prostate. Either way, orgasm denial is a potent expression of control and a classic example of Power Exchange. Orgasm denial isn't my thing—forced orgasm is, and though the control that exhibits is different, it still touches the same need within a submissive mind. The thing we all have in common is that we find an inexplicable fulfillment when a Man exerts control over us by using us sexually, and we are willing to give those Dominant men the ability to do what they want. Indeed, many of us see it as a duty. I do. It's a good thing we do. Generally speaking, the kinds of things Dominant men enjoy doing to us submissives are not normally considered acceptable practice in the world of plain old vanilla sexual relations. This symbiosis-of-sorts scratches a mutual itch. The Power Exchange that voluntarily takes place allows Dominants to exercise their aggression and submissives to feel controlled. Usually. There is, however, a point that I sometimes think gets lost among Dominants who get involved in Power Exchange, particularly those who are on the milder fringes of it, or who are less experienced. This is an exchange, which means it goes two ways. Two givers, two getters, and the exchange has to be more or less equivalent. Now that sounds a bit odd, given the nature of the thing; you've got a guy who basically says, You can have/do whatever you want with me and another guy who says You get no say in what I'm going to do with you and I'm going to take what I want and both of them sign off on this because that's essentially what the whole thing is about. Except there's some fine print at the bottom of the first guy's statement, so if you read it all, he says, You can have/do whatever you want with me but you have to do it on a regular basis because this is something I need and I'm trusting you to fulfill it. This is important. Human beings have a set of fundamental basic needs that must be met, laid out by Abraham Maslow in his Hierarchy of Needs. Maslow places the need for sexual expression at the most fundamental level of human need, and it is the building-stone upon which other aspects of the whole person rely, including such things as self-esteem, sense of belonging, and interpersonal relationships. The submissive, in the act of sexual submission is attempting to meet this core physical and psychological need. When a Dominant accepts a submissive's submission in a formal way, for instance in becoming the keyholder for the submissive's chastity, the Dominant has then physically deprived the submissive of the ability to obtain physical sexual release, and has made the submissive dependent upon him in both a physical and psychological way. The submissive can no longer provide for his own needs. The Dominant benefits from this arrangement, obviously, by having the freedom to act upon his Dominant, aggressive impulses to exert control over another man, to revel in the feeling of power that results when he freely violates what would otherwise be an inaccessible part of the submissive's sexuality. The submissive benefits from the feelings that ensue from being controlled, humiliated, violated, used—or conversely, from the sense of being able to provide something of value to someone (this is the case for me). The problem is, the Dominant is not constrained; the submissive is. The submissive is entirely dependent upon the Dominant for meeting his continuing need for sexual expression. If the Dominant says, "That was fun, now don't touch yourself for a month" and the submissive hears nothing from the Dominant again for an entire month, and then the Dominant says, "Yeah, I've been busy, I'll get back to you in a couple of weeks" what we end up with is neglect. The Dominant has left the submissive with no means (short of abandoning their agreement or ending their relationship) of meeting his basic need. The Dominant, on the other hand, suffers no such handicap, and may in fact be fulfilling himself in other ways—or with other men—to the degree that he forgets about the submissive. This is not acceptable, any more than it would be acceptable to leave a fish in an aquarium and not feed it for a month. Dominants take on a Duty of Care when they agree to Dominate a submissive in an ongoing fashion like this. "Care" may seem an ironic term considering what the Dominant may actually do to the submissive, but the point is that the Dominant must use the submissive on a reasonably regular basis if he wishes to continue to enjoy the benefits of having a submissive to use. Even if the Dominant's libido is at a low ebb, the submissive's needs still need to be attended to even if only in some nominal way. I have served many Dominants, in many different situations. No two have treated me the same way. Each of them has taught me something different about submission, and I owe much to all of them. But none of them has ever really exercised his Duty of Care toward me. So I encourage all Dominant Tops to give careful consideration before you agree to working with a submissive, that you understand what your duty is, and that you do it.
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Very kinky submissive bottom slave boy looking for some in my area. would love to plan a group in the future or just be a cumdump for a sexy Dom top. Prefer hung fit tops under the age of 45. please be clean and tested. I am poz but I am taking meds and undetecable. If interested my email is ajstark1200@gmail.com or drogontargaryen97@gmail.com
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I am dominatrix Alessandra-your dominant key holder. No matter where are you, you can be locked by this keyholder app with a padlock. This padlock can lock any chastity device/cage. When i give you permission via the app to unlock, you can then unlock. otherwise you cant.
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Don't know if anyone will be interested or if this is the right place to but i'm 18 and have been locked up for my first week. It was originally going to be for a month but my daddy says i'm never going to cum again and, oddly, it makes me very happy =). Here are a few pics of my new eternity with reference to before and after. I just had some questions for masters and slaves out there: I've only ever been with my master. I've known him since i was quite young and our relationship progressed to the next level. How does the relationship work with you guys? Is there a big age difference? (my daddy is 47) How did you meet? How does he use/make love to you? Is it all bondage or do you do other things? Any special kinks that you can offer for me to suggest? Is it just you two or do other people get involved too? How many times was your most in one day? (ours was 6!) Bareback or not? Can your sub/boi cum hands free? For those subs that are locked up: how do you deal with it in public? Is exercising a problem for you? Has anyone ever found out??? How often are you released? Is cleaning an issue? And don't worry, he likes to show me off and he knows i'm posting on here! If you've any more questions then ask away! I've more photos too and can take more if anyone fancies giving me suggestions! Edit: for some reason it's only letting me upload three photos! I have loads more though!
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I’ll be heading along to Vault139 on Saturday evening (4th sept). It’s their “all or nothing” evening. I’ll be in wildly mis-fitting panties and wearing chastity. if anyone else is going, let me know. Happy to take a load (or two, or three, or four). Whether I want to or not.
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Looking for someone to accompany me to Club Houston! I need someone to ensure that I take as many loads as possible! Uninhibited dominant tops are preferred. ParTiers are also welcome. HIV status irrelevant unless you’re POZ, in which case just lmk and we’ll talk about it (I’m still undecided on converting). I’m also a chastity bitch, if you want my keys, just lmk and we’ll discuss it. If you’re interested, DM me or text me here 832 993 2934 with your stats (clarify that you are from this forum).
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Hey there. So I've been thinking more about chastity cages, so I bought a cheap Holy Trainer knock-off and it arrived today. I think my goal is long-term lock ups with a key holder, but I know that won't happen overnight. I'm going to get a Kink3d cage for long term use but figured I would start cheap first. My primary interest is to focus more on my hole and to hopefully experience the coveted anal orgasm some day. I also jack off a lot, and I'm attracted to the idea of being horny for cock, both up my ass and in my mouth. I have a new daddy I've met for play time three times who goes a while and I also have a guy interested in whoring me out (after we get the COVID vaccine of course) and I think it would improve both scenes. My question is how should I ramp up to long term, 24/7 wear? I don't think this cheap one will be good for wearing more than like a day, but I literally just got my first cage. Should I do like the day only for a week, then try overnight after a week of day wear? I'd like to do a whole month relatively soon, but I need to get the better cage first. I'm not interested in sissification at all. I'm into dad-son/boy play, and I'm def a more masc bottom. How often should i take it off to clean? Is shaving necessary? How do you locked guys deal with being locked for extended periods, especially if you're not a total bottom? Have you had anal orgasms, and how long did it take before you had one? Did you experience a transformation into a more cock-hungry guy than you already were? Thanks!
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So I'm going to be staying in a hotel by myself November 11-14th and looking for a hot time. ive posted a bunch of tag of things I'm into so if one catches your eye or if you think I should add one shoot me a message (kik: Slave2Fist)
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Feel free to add me on Kik NorthDiablo. Want to chat with other local Doms/Tops/Masters. Need training as a cumdump, chastity, and submission or TPE. Live in Antioch, Ca Myself: 30 yo Mex/white mix, 5'8, br/br, 5in UC, tattooed. HIV/STD neg.
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Being a curious little ****, I was wondering if all the Chinese chastity devices with the hidden barrel type locks all shared the same key (the images on eBay and Amazon tend to have keys that all look the same) Anyway, I came across a German version of the lock which, judging by the key, looks more secure. It looks like one of the uses of the lock is to put into a standard deadlock type of lock to prevent the deadlock being used. I guess if a house is repossessed or something. Here's the link: Amazon Just thought I'd share, someone might find it useful.
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I guess the title of the thread says it all. I've probably annoyed everyone for occasionally asking if anyone has crabs, well, it has been decided as an incentive, to keep me locked in chastity until I get them. I last cum 22nd September 2020, so it has already been 10 days and I am nice and horny (probably why I agreed to this!) Travel - hell yea, to get this thing off my dick, I'll travel to get them! I'm in Lincoln, roughly in the middle of England, but if the donor is in London, that won't be a problem, although it may take a couple of days for me to work things out (work wise) I don't care who the donor is, old/young, fat/thin, rich/poor, black/white, male/female - just pull a few off and lob them into my pubes!
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Any hot Top(s) in London, want to have a plaything for the weekend? When you control me, what do you want me to wear for you....
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Hi, I need some advice on chastity cock cages. I really want one, but am confused by all the options and what's best. Never had one on at all. Which material do people prefer and why, what are differences in practice? Any specific examples you'd recommend. Any other advice on getting one and using them. Am in UK so mainly looking to get from a UK site to save on import duty. Thanks in advance, Stuart
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My name is Levi. I'm 22 years old and I live alone in a tiny apartment. I keep to myself because it's easier. I've never really been with a guy before and I've definitely never been with a girl. As you can imagine, this has always been a source of frustration for me. Up until a few days ago, I'd been involved with a much older man over the internet. I met him on fetlife a few months back and things have been escalating. Until he ghosted me - I'm sorry to say that's exactly what happened - we had been Skyping every night for several hours at a time, and communicating via text almost constantly. "Daddy" was the role he played for me and he had all kinds of pet names for me. Sure his bark was bigger than his bite, but we still had lots of fun. He was everything I never knew I wanted in a partner. He turned me on to imasculation and forced feminization, self bondage, mental conditioning/brainwashing, and mesochism. He had a fascination with chastity in all of its forms that was rubbing off on me heavily. You'll understand more later, but believe me when I say our conversations got pretty dark. And when you're in the heat of the moment, naked on the floor of your pitch black closet ramming a too-big dildo into your ass sobbing "I love you, Daddy" into your phone, you'll do or say pretty much anything your partner wants you to do. But it didn't last. One day he was just gone. It took me a few days to get the message but I took it hard. Due to a combination of being an introvert and living a relatively sheltered life, I had never really had any sort of romantic attachment to anyone before and I missed him a lot. I was clicking around the internet trying to distract myself and not doing a very good job when a few choice key words led me to an interesting website. "Ivan's artisan adult products," or was called. They had some pretty interesting stuff in stock. Hand-made glass dildos worth hundreds of dollars, home made massage oils and lubes, custom fitted leather restraints, that kind of thing. None of it was cheap. I clicked around idly just admiring what they had when I came across an item description that I had to read a couple of times to really wrap my head around. "Eternal oils - 1oz bottle" "Made from a very rare, expensive oil extracted from the ironwood tree, this single serving of personal lubricant has a permanent and irreversible effect. The user will experience a single, normal orgasm upon reaching his or her climax. Following this, the user will never again be able to achieve an orgasm in his or her life. The user's libido will not be effected. Physical arousal will still take place in both the male and female anatomy, and it will still be possible to 'edge,' but an orgasm will never be experienced again. This product is reserved for most dedicated of submissives, and is the ultimate exercise of chastity." A single ounce of the stuff cost $400. This amazed me. I must have read the description a dozen times. I bookmarked the page. Just thinking about it made me so horny I started shivering. You ever get that? That's the best. I stripped down, went into my kitchen, winced and hissed as I laid down on the freezing tile, and jerked myself off. This was a habit I had been trained with by my former Daddy, and I did it without thinking about it. For the next three days this little bottle of lube was all I could think about. I was masturbating more often than when I was with my Daddy. The third day just happened to be pay day and I pulled the trigger on the stuff without even thinking about it as soon as my deposit hit. Half of me was scoffing at having just spend $400 on an obvious scam, and the other half of me didn't care. Two days later, there was a tiny brown box in the mail. The bottle was tiny. After all it only held an ounce of lube. It was plain, matte black with a golden circle as it's only mark. It sat on my night stand for about a week. I thought about it constantly but for a reason I still can't explain, I had yet to use it Then, one afternoon on my day off, I was in my tiny bathroom relieving myself idly scrolling through my phone. I saw that I had an email from "admin@ivans.com" "Hello! Your recent purchase of one of our more exclusive products is appreciated! Would you be willing to write a brief product review describing you and your partner's experience with the Eternal Oils?" I smiled to myself. Because I wasn't quite done in the restroom yet and I had a minute, I went ahead and typed out a quick reply. "Hello, I actually bought the oil just for myself. I haven't gotten around to using it yet but I'm sure I'll convince myself to try it soon. I'll write back once I do! Is there an form on your website or do you just prefer a follow-up email?" I closed out my phone and didn't think anything more of it. About 45 minutes later I had just made it to the groceries - the first of my errands for the day - when my phone buzzed. I stood off to the side of the cart corral by the door so I wouldn't be in anyone's way and checked it. The email I had received had a completely different tone. "I am on my way to the address you had the oils shipped to. I will arrive at roughly 5pm this evening. Your entire body - excluding your head - will be completely smooth shaven and you will be showered. You will trim and paint your fingernails and toe nails and you will answer the door wearing nothing. I will only knock once." I read the email a few times. I was completely taken aback. Eventually I put the phone down and went about my business but I was walking around the store in a haze. Mostly, I was trying to figure out whether I really believed this person was going to show up at my apartment. And for what exactly? Whatever. I did my thing at the store and got what I came to get, then went home. Business as usual. But damned if there want a package of fresh razors and a bottle of white nail polish in my bags. Somewhere along the line my mind made itself up without telling me. You ever have that happen? You ever try to make a decision then realize it's been decided for you somehow? That's where I was at. I put my groceries away and stepped into the shower. I had never shaved my entire body before but the idea of what I was doing aroused me. I went through the entire four pack of razors and about half a bottle of shave gel. My legs were a challenge. But I was used to shaving my pubic area. The rest was little stuff. I didn't have much arm hair but I got rid of it. Under my arms, my chest, all that good stuff. That went too. I suppose I should tell you I'm about 5'7 and your average young white guy. Although I looked a little young for my age. I wasn't slim but not really chubby either. Soft was probably the best way to describe me. But once my skin was bare and my nails were painted? I went full-on twink. I spent quite a bit of time marveling at myself in the mirror and was tempted to touch myself, but something told me to save it for whatever came - or didn't come - at 5 o'clock. I spent a few minutes tidying up and then spent more time than I thought laying on my couch idly running my hands over my smooth skin. It was new and it felt raw, and it was enough to get me going. But that arousal completely melted away when I heard the knock. Now to be fair, I knew I would freeze up. I was counting on it. But I remembered "him" saying he would only knock once. So I had already prepared myself. I had mentally rehearsed going and opening the door without thinking about it, so I didn't have the chance to psych myself out. That's what I did. He was tall. Over six feet. He was slim but not lanky. He was clean shaven and had a clear complexion but a stern expression in his dark eyes. He carried a small duffel bag. He stepped inside without a word, and I backed up reflexively. He closed the door behind him and turned to face me again. He did nothing to hide the fact that he was inspecting my body very carefully. He stepped closer, moving inside my bubble. He was tall enough to look down on me. I started to speak, but all I got out was "I-" and he put his finger over my lips and shushed me. I flinched when he touched me. "Just don't speak. It will be easier." After a long moment of slack-jawed eye contact on my part, I just nodded. I flinched again when he put his hands on my shoulders. I think he could feel the tension in my body because he frowned just a little bit, then his demeanor changed just enough for me to notice. It was almost like he switched into a lower gear. His face softened and he relaxed his hands and shoulders a little too. He pulled me closer and his right hand slid slowly from my shoulder down to the small of my back. His left traveled around and up my neck, and he cradled my head. I'll never forget the long, slow, wet, breathless kiss that made me melt. All of the apprehension I felt about what was happening disappeared. I didn't even care who this person in my apartment was anymore. My brain was mush. I was just along for the ride. He kissed me for a long time, and I'm sure he knew it was exactly what I needed. I was complete disarmed by the time he was done. When we finally separated I looked up at him and I was ready to give him anything he wanted. He smiled and put his hands on my shoulders again. I felt some slight pressure and he said "down." I took the hint, and got down on my knees. Once I was looking up at him, he smiled and ran his fingers through my hair. "Stay." I had a small table and a freestanding island counter in my dining room/kitchen/living area. I watched him while he placed his bag on the table and began rummaging through it. He lit several small candles and covered the counter top with a big fleece blanket. Once the candles were lit, he went around the apartment turning all the lights off. He came back to me and said "up." I complied right away and I remember being startled by just how easily he picked me up. He laid me so gently onto the shrouded counter top you would have thought I was asleep and he was trying not to wake me. The counter was a little narrow, so I folded my hands across my chest. He went back to his bag and fished out an unmarked brown glass bottle. I watched while he rolled up his sleeves and covered his hands in the liquid. When he first touched me I expected it to be a cold touch, but whatever the liquid was, it was oily and warm. It stuck to my skin as he started with my hips and worked his way up and down my body. I remember thinking it smelled kind of like almonds. It was pretty clear he meant to cover my entire body in this oil. He took special care to work as much of it into my skin as he could rather than just letting it lay. He paid special attention to my upper thighs and my nipples, which felt incredible. I was gasping for breath and I didn't even know why. He also absolutely soaked my cock and balls in the stuff, gently working my shaft up and down with both hands in a loose jerk-and-twist motion that had me ready to blow my top. But as I suspected, he didn't let me cum yet. When he flipped me over and did my back, he paid special attention to my asshole. I expected this but it didn't make it any less amazing. He worked a finger or two inside me for a few moments but it was clear he was getting at something. I just didn't know what it was yet. I gasped, then let out a long, low, moaning sigh as he slid a large, twist-textured glass plug into my ass. As far as I was concerned, it could stay there forever. I don't know when it happened, but at some point he went and found the bottle of Eternal Oils in my bedroom. He placed it on the end table by the couch and picked me up again. He carried me over to the couch where he sat at one end and laid my head against the arm rest at is left arm. My upper body was in his lap, soaking up his warmth. My skin was still slick with whatever he had put on me, and I rubbed my legs together, loving the feeling. "You're beautiful," he said at length. "For you," I replied, my voice low and lazy. He began idly teasing my cock with the fingers of his right hand, and it responded very quickly. I shuddered and took in a sharp breath. I closed my eyes and let out an "mmmmm." "Why do you want this?" It took me a moment to answer. "Because I deserve it. I wasn't good enough." "For your Daddy?" "Yes," I half-sobbed. I knew I was in a very vulnerable state with this magical person, and it wouldn't take much to get me worked up. "You're good enough for me. But I know you want this. And I want it for you." "Yes." "I think you need it." "Yes," I breathed, a fresh wave of oxygen-stealing arousal shook my body. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. "What did he want?" He asked after a few moments. "To lock me up. To keep me from cumming forever." My voice was trembling. He was now gently stroking my shaft up and down. Barely applying pressure, but still more than a moment ago when it was just his fingertips. He didn't answer right away. "He wanted more than that, didn't he?" "Yes," I trembled. He now took a firm grip around my cock. "He wanted this, didn't he?" "Yes," I said with another shutter, my single word reply almost without form. "To cut it off," he clarified. "Yes," I mewled, a tear now running down my face. His grip on my cock tightened slightly and he was no longer making a jerking motion. He was just holding on. "And you were going to let him." "God, yes," I shuttered out, my cry finally breaking. I sobbed and sniffled. He let this go on for a moment. I felt him shift his weight and I thought he was going to get up. But then I heard a metallic clicking sound. I opened my eyes and could see he was holding a wicked looking pocket knife. His voice was low and dark when he spoke. "Do you want me to do it for you?" Something inside me broke. I immediately started hyper-ventilating, forcing my reply out with each frantic exhale. "Yes, god yes, please do it. Please cut my cock off. Please, please, please, please..." I was crawling all over him, trying to seat myself into his lap in a position I thought would make it easier. He put the knife down on the end table and shushed me. He wrapped his arms around me and cradled me to him, kissing me long and low again. In spite of the couch and his clothes, I could still feel that wonderful warming oil all over my skin. "It's okay. I have something better. Lay back down." I looked into his cool, dark eyes for reassurance as I sniffled. He nodded, and I slowly took up my original position with my head against the armrest. "Do you want this?" He asked again. "Yes," I replied evenly. "Then you will have to give this gift to yourself. I can only help you." After everything, this was the moment when I really began to believe the stuff in the little black sqeeze bottle was exactly what he said it was. "Are you ready?" "Yes." He took a gentle hold of my right hand and turned it palm up. My eyes were still closed as I continued to savor his touch and the feeling of the oils on my skin. I felt him squeeze the cool, thick gel into the palm of my hand. After that he released my cock. His left hand began stroking my hair, and his right hand began idly playing with my nipples. "It's time. Do it." Without reply, I cupped my right hand over the head of my cock, and let out a sigh as the cool gel covered me. I worked it into my shaft and found that it was a wonderful lubricant. I began lazily jerking, also trying to replicate the twisting motion he had used on me earlier with some success. I ached to feel hard, fast strokes, but I knew I should take my time. The lube never seemed to dry up or fade away on me. I worked it into my shaft and balls as thoroughly as I could, and continue to lazily build my way towards a climax. Eventually, my breath became ragged and irregular, and my hips started bucking against my hands. My legs tenses and relaxed, and my toes curled and stiffened. As he continued to silently encourage me by fondling my body, I began what I knew to be my final few strokes. As I began to finish, I drew in a sharp breath, held it, then released it in a low moan as all the tension left my body. Cum shot out all over my hands and stomach. I felt exhausted and relieved. Then I felt something else. It only took a moment and it passed completely, but a warm, dull, tingling numbness that started beneath the base of my cock and traveled all the way up To it's still-throbbing head took my breath away. I stared at it in wonder. He stroked my hair still. "Good girl," he sighed. "You needed that more than you knew." I closed my eyes and a hot, silent tear ran down my face. I felt his hands on me, and realized he was scooping up the fresh cum I had just shot all over myself. He offered, and I sucked it off of his fingers. He smiled down at me with a look of -believe it or not - pride. I don't exactly remember him getting up, but I remember him being gone. He departed without explanation or excuse. He was there and then he wasn't. Apparently his purpose was served. As the days went on I've learned just how perfect that stuff in the little black bottle was. I'm not able to cum. I've tried everything I can think of and worn myself into exhaustion cranking on my cock. I can get awfully close, but it just isn't there anymore. I haven't known a peaceful night's sleep or a clear-headed thought since then. This torture - this hell - is exactly what I wanted.
