Other fantasies that feature frequently in my dirty mind is cuckolding, Forced cum eating, boot worship, being spanked to tears and sent for corner time, and fantasies of being reluctantly trained by an insistent mistress to take her strap-on.
My hard limits include hard CBT, toilet/scat play (though open to golden showers), ATM, medical/needle play or anything involving blood or permanent markings. Breath play. No exposure play and No play that leaves marks visible to the world.
Also no findom and no bi-play. I’m only turned on by beautiful mistresses wielding strap-ons, not the actual real thing in my mouth.
My soft limits include sissy and forced feminization play. I’m also scared of bondage that leaves me completely helpless, but can try with the right mistress after establishing a certain level of trust.
My time is limited. Discretion is important.
Today my Goddess locked me back in chastity after a week of free access. We started playing with chastity occasionally about six months ago. She keeps teasing that this time she wants it to stay on for a full year, even though the longest I have ever worn it has been around 10 days.
I asked if it would be more reasonable to ease into long term chastity by trying for a one month lockup. She said no, 12 months is what she thinks I need and what she wants, with time off for good behaviour and obedience. I’m not sure if she’s kidding, but I know that I’ll try my best to live up to her expectations. I see a lot of begging and grovelling in my near future!!
My cage is a standard Kink3D cobra size N+. It’s always a snug fit and probably one size below what would be comfortable for my length and girth. I have to stay completely soft to avoid pain or discomfort, since any arousal makes it feel like my balls are being squeezed in a vice while my cock desperately tries (and fails) to grow in its tight confinement.
Bedtime is torture when the chastity cage is on. She teases me for a little while then says goodnight and goes to sleep. Her semi-naked body next to me, her soft curves and the intoxicating smell of her perfume, makes the cage squeeze my balls so tightly! I close my eyes and breath, trying to convince the masochist in me to find pleasure in the pain that’s radiating from my balls. I imagine that I’m handcuffed to the bed and enduring a CBT session.
My last lockup lasted 5 days. Cage had to come off to take care of some painful chafing. That night, I was allowed to masturbate for my Goddess while she mocked and humiliated my cock. I came so hard while she whispered fantasies in my ear about all the real men with better cocks that she would rather fuck. She watched me squeeze the last drop out, then ordered me to immediately start scooping up all the cum with my fingers and eat it. She laid there and supervised the cleanup, pointing out any drops that I missed and makings sure I get all of it in my mouth and swallow.
This is a rule in our dynamic that my Goddess is very strict about. I’m required to lick and eat my cum every time I’m allowed to orgasm, whether it’s deposited on/in her body, scooped off my own body, or licked off the floor while kneeling naked infront of her. I have consumed all my cum after every supervised orgasm I’ve had for the past year, except on three occasions.
I don’t particularly like the taste, but I enjoy this act of dominance and how submissive it makes me feel, specially on the rare occasion when she scoops it off and feeds it to me with her own fingers. She doesn’t say anything on those occasions. She simply watches me cum, then she quietly and matter-of-factly begins scooping the globs off my body and feeding them to me. Like it’s the most natural and expected component of our intimacy.
I See her hand approaching my mouth, then gently but firmly pushing her cum-filled finger past my lips. She also likes to smear my cum on my lips. She then orders me to lick my lips and say “mmm” to show her that I like eating it (whether I actually like it or not).
She went back to her place today, and took the only key with her. I wonder how long this lockup will end up being, and whether she’s serious about her push for much longer lockups. She’s been unhappy with my devotional services lately, and pointed out that I’ve been derelict in my body worship duties. These include massages, foot rubs, manis, pedis, and shaving her intimate parts.
When she returns, I’ll be taking my place on the floor infront of the couch, carefully applying her favourite nail polish to her toe nails while she watches tv. I hope this helps reduce my current lockup time, but I would do it regardless. Nothing puts me in that delicious subspace faster than being caged, collared and on my knees serving my Goddess (preferably with a sore striped bottom from the hard belt whipping that she recently administered).
