It was only our second proper date, but it was the third time we were meeting after that first encounter at Hanky Panky. I had returned to visit him and we were at the stage where we wanted to see if we could make the relationship work.
As I was taking the train in, we decided that he would meet me on a platform along the way after his work. If we could time it correctly, I'd already be on the train when he came in. Otherwise, I'd have to get out and wait for him.
Whether it was serendipity or not, I saw his face right there as the doors to the train opened and I was getting ready to step off. There were many people so he just indicated with the flick of his chin to stay on board as he came on.
At this stage, I was pretty shy about public displays of affection and so we didn't embrace or anything. He just stepped up towards me and said hi. Obviously, we weren't too comfortable with each other yet.
"Packed train huh?" I said, trying to make conversation.
He just nodded, grinned, and said, "Maybe you should grab this bar." He was indicating towards the handle bar above him, although I already had my hands on the one above my head.
I shook my head, trying to tell him that I was okay the way I am.
"Grab it," he said with some force. I did.
I didn't realize it then but he basically wanted me to lean into him. I took a whiff of him as I drew closer without trying to make it look too obvious.
Suddenly, I felt his hand at my crotch and saw a grin on his face. He had a plan all along. What he didn't expect to feel was a hard, plastic device down there - he had grabbed on to the CB3000 I was wearing to surprise him.
Not that he was complaining, he just smirked and kept grabbing at it and rubbing at my balls in that packed train and it was all I could do not to start humping into him or moaning. My senses were heightened and I got worried we'd get caught out but it was a horny experience.
About six stops later, he let go and got ready to step off the tube. I didn't know where he lived so I was going to follow him anyway so it caught me off guard. As we exited the train station, however, he told me that we're going to take a little detour, since I was obviously horny for some play. I suppose wearing a CB is a good way to indicate your horniness.
We walked into a bar which was rather full and I panicked a little bit, thinking he was going to make me display myself for all of them. While I'm a closet exhibitionist, I also like a controlled environment - not just one where I am the only one in action.
But instead of stopping in the bar, we walked through a door near the back and down the stairs into the basement. The man behind the counter was all decked out in leather and I started to get the idea of where we were.
It wasn't a very big place but there were only about 20-30 people so there was enough space. Most people were decked out in gear, although there were a few who were like us, just casually dressed. The moment we walked in, he ran over to chat to a friend and I just stood at the back of the room.
After a few minutes of feeling really awkward, I decided to get a drink for myself. I didn't feel abandoned by him as I wanted him to enjoy his evening as well so I just sat back and observed the crowd.
Most people were chatting and laughing, there was a bit of teasing and casual playing going on. One person was mummified to the wall, while another was restrained face down on a horse-bench.
Things were getting uncomfortable for me in my CB but I just held on. He came back and introduced some people to me now and then but I don't make conversation well, so I just smiled a lot. He was spending a lot of time with this one guy however, and I started feeling a bit jealous.
As if they could read my mind, his friend indicated at me to walk over to him. He was smiling, rather playful but there was a sense of authority in his action. I went over immediately. He then told me to go into a room at the back of the hall.
I looked at my date, he just smiled kindly and nodded, and I knew I had to do this although I wasn't sure what I was in for.
The device was a small version of a horse-bench, except that there were stockade-like holes to put your hands through at the front, and at the back for ankles. I climbed on when I was asked to do it, although I did tell them that I was too embarrassed. That excuse didn't work with them.
Truth be told, it didn't take much to convince me to go up. It wasn't that I didn't want to try it, but I was nervous about having people all around and I've not done anything like this before.
Before I knew it, I had climbed onto the device, my hands were put in place and then my boots were removed to fit into the ankle area. Within minutes, I was crouched on my knees, face down, bum in the air and there was nothing I could do.
Things started pretty mild at first - a bit of tickling, which I don't usually enjoy, but I was experiencing something new and I didn't want to stop anyone. I told myself that I'll try to take whatever they gave to me for as much and as long as I could.
The tickling got more intense and someone started spanking me. The rest of the time, it was all a blur as I was just soaking it all in. At some point, they decided that they would need more gear so someone borrowed some flogs and paddles and I got a bit of a lashing. It was the first time I've ever been flogged and while I didn't enjoy it when it got too painful and had to tell him to stop, it was an interesting experience.
I didn't know who else was there but I suspect there were quite a few people as the tickling got a bit more intense and I could feel more hands. Midway through, someone also came along and secured the latched for my hands and feet with locks. Then, a sub was placed in the cage under me and I thought I could feel him tickling my feet through the cage as well.
Then the ice made an appearance which was quite a trip, after the heat of the flogging, that is, until someone decided to put it down my pants.
All this time, my cock was trying to get hard in my CB and it started to hurt a little as I was pressing into the platform that my body was resting on.
I'm not sure how long this went on for but by the end of it, I was really horny and in this sub space. By the time the locks were removed, I had already felt so many different sensations that it was hard to wrap my head around it. The only thing that could have made the scene better was if my pants were removed, CB unlocked and cock and balls pulled through a hole on the wooden platform for an edging session.
My date pulled me in for a hug once I had gotten the feeling in my hands and legs back and said: "I didn't touch you at all, as I wanted to watch and keep you safe. Nut I throughly enjoyed the show. Ready to go?"
I was, but I would have agreed to anything he said by that stage. He did his goodbyes, as did I and we walked out of the club back towards the train station. We were finally going home.
The train was empty as it was late but we stood really close together anyway, despite the fact that there were lots of seats.
He spoke to me a lot but all I could do was nod, smile and acknowledge his words. My mind was still in that space.
Suddenly he said, "You've been good tonight so you can take the CB off if you want to tonight. Whichever way, we'll have a fun few days but this is probably the last choice I'm going to give you for a while. So what do say?"
I couldn't think properly, and don't function well with decisions like this. But I decided that after tonight, my heart, my self and my cock would belong to him. Just standing there looking into his eyes and seeing him smile, I realized that I was in love.
I just shook my head. He knew what it meant. He gave my CB a tap, smirked and said, "Let's see how much horniness you have in you the next few days, shall we?"
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Days are numbered
It was almost 8.15pm and I had dinner laid out on the table. My partner usually comes home from work about eight so I try to make sure that I've got it all prepared for him and taken a nice shower after so I can give him a refreshing hug after he comes home.
We've been together for six years now, and while there has been up and downs in our relationship, I still love him to bits. Every time I get angry with him, I remember the first time we met and the time he proposed, and I remember what a lucky person I am.
Tonight, though, he is a little late. He doesn't like me checking in on him too much so I don't bother calling him. Instead, I head online as I usually do while waiting for him for a bit of a chat with some friends.
It is only then that I noticed, at 7.45pm, that one of my oldest and more regular online friends had messaged me. I have known him for years, even before I got attached, and we used to play a little bit on cam but never in person, despite the fact that we lived in the same city.
"Put your gag on," he had said.
I don't know what got over me but I was so used to taking directions from him that I put my pecker gag on immediately and proceeded to let him know. The moment it went on, I knew what was up. Some days when I'm horny, if I'm done with my cooking early, I'd come online and play a bit. My regular Doms know to go along with it, instruct me to get myself in some sort of predicament and surprise my partner when he comes home.
Some days, when he's not really in the mood, he just puts the CB on me and says, "Let's have dinner". Other nights, he takes over - sometimes on the cam itself, sometimes he drags me to the bedroom - and we have a hot session. Either way, I got myself in that predicament and face the consequences of my actions.
"It's late though," I tell my buddy. "He could be home anytime, not sure I should be doing anything."
He just brushed it off and kept giving me more instructions. Wrist cuffs went on, a collar, ankle cuffs and then nipple clamps once my shirt was off.
"Now strip."
I was so horny by then that I didn't even realize that I had my CB on. I think he was surprised to see it as well.
"Now, that's interesting," he said and proceeded to ask me to furnish him with details about how the CB came on.
Two days ago, I had gotten really horny and decided that I would lock myself up. That is my way of telling my partner that I'm horny and up for play at some point. After being together for such a long time, we've created certain 'signals' to indicate interest. He doesn't always play with me immediately once he's seen it, preferring to make me wait until he is ready.
Last night, however, he did grab the keys for a bit just before we went to bed and I thought I was going to get some action. I kind of did. We started making out as he fumbled with the keys to unlock it and proceeded to edge me. I was moaning and groaning when he suddenly got a phone call. I knew I had to be silent but he kept stroking me.
When he realized I was close to cumming, he whispered, "I'm going to finish this call outside. Don't cum, you won't regret it."
The phone call went for 15 minutes and I just lay there. I was horny and frustrated as my cock started going flaccid. Just as it went all soft, he walked back in and saw me there. Before I could get my cock hard in excitement again, he said, "You seem to have lost interest, guess we'll just lock you back up." And he did.
Needless to say, I was horny all through the night and today.
Back to the present, my online buddy thought it was pretty amusing and proceeded to tease me verbally, getting me hornier and hornier.
He excused himself for a few minutes and I sat there edging myself when I received a text message from my boyfriend saying that he's working late. I was disappointed that he would not come back and see me in this predicament, but was totally enjoying chatting to my friend as well.
When my friend came back, and I told him what happened, he just smirked and suggested something else.
"Since you're not going to get any play tonight, you might as well cum for me tonight. Unlock yourself."
I'm not used to saying no to him so I did. I knew what was coming, however, and I was right. We spent about half an hour of edging, although he did excuse himself a few times but left what sounded like porn in the background as I could hear moaning.
When he was done with the edging, and I was on a high, wanting to cum so bad, he said:
"I think you should stop stroking now and get back in that CB. Your partner would appreciate it." I whined and complained a bit but I knew it wasn't going to change his mind.
Then he continued just as I'd gotten soft and put the cage back on but before the lock was in place, "I want you to used a numbered lock. We're going to punish your boyfriend for coming home late and that means he won't get to have sex with you for a couple of days because I will decide when you can remove the lock."
It wasn't something we've done before, taking my cam play into my relationship. But I was so horny, I agreed and the numbered lock went on. I saw him taking down the number so he would check on me over the next few days.
Just as I realized what a mess I've gotten myself into, and about to start panicking about what my partner would say, my online Dom said, "I have a surprise for you."
Before I could react, all I saw was movement as he moved his webcam to show his bed. And there was someone sitting on the bed, spreadeagled and watching me. Then it hit me - it was my partner!
"What's going on?" I exclaimed, not quite sure what was happening.
"A few days ago, I messaged you but your partner replied instead. He said you were out and we started chatting. He said he could never understand your obsession with cam play, although he is happy to indulge you because he wants you to be happy."
The story goes that my online Dom offered to show him by inviting him over to watch one of our sessions. Tonight was supposed to be the night, so it was all planned. He would only do it on one condition, however, and that was my partner had to be tied up the whole time while watching.
"We could have him jerking off to our show, now, could we? But he was moaning so much watch, totally getting off on watching you that I gave him a bit of an edging myself."
He then walked over to my partner, who's dick has gone flaccid following the conversation. To his horror, my online Dom put on a chastity device over his cock but didn't lock it. He then showed me the key and said:
"Here's the deal, and we'll only go through with this with your consent. I know how horny you are and how tempted you are to break that lock and cum. You're more than welcome to but for each time you break a lock, I'm going to keep your partner in the CB for an extra three days."
"Once you go by a whole week in the CB, I'll let him out. So, you could be a really good boy and stay locked for a week or break it, get your orgasm but make your partner suffer for it. Your call."
I looked at my partner and see the fear in his eyes. I feel my CB and I know it's filled to the brim. I was really horny and wanted nothing more than my horny partner with me.
"Go for it," I said. And the lock went click.
We've been together for six years now, and while there has been up and downs in our relationship, I still love him to bits. Every time I get angry with him, I remember the first time we met and the time he proposed, and I remember what a lucky person I am.
Tonight, though, he is a little late. He doesn't like me checking in on him too much so I don't bother calling him. Instead, I head online as I usually do while waiting for him for a bit of a chat with some friends.
It is only then that I noticed, at 7.45pm, that one of my oldest and more regular online friends had messaged me. I have known him for years, even before I got attached, and we used to play a little bit on cam but never in person, despite the fact that we lived in the same city.
"Put your gag on," he had said.
I don't know what got over me but I was so used to taking directions from him that I put my pecker gag on immediately and proceeded to let him know. The moment it went on, I knew what was up. Some days when I'm horny, if I'm done with my cooking early, I'd come online and play a bit. My regular Doms know to go along with it, instruct me to get myself in some sort of predicament and surprise my partner when he comes home.
Some days, when he's not really in the mood, he just puts the CB on me and says, "Let's have dinner". Other nights, he takes over - sometimes on the cam itself, sometimes he drags me to the bedroom - and we have a hot session. Either way, I got myself in that predicament and face the consequences of my actions.
"It's late though," I tell my buddy. "He could be home anytime, not sure I should be doing anything."
He just brushed it off and kept giving me more instructions. Wrist cuffs went on, a collar, ankle cuffs and then nipple clamps once my shirt was off.
"Now strip."
I was so horny by then that I didn't even realize that I had my CB on. I think he was surprised to see it as well.
"Now, that's interesting," he said and proceeded to ask me to furnish him with details about how the CB came on.
Two days ago, I had gotten really horny and decided that I would lock myself up. That is my way of telling my partner that I'm horny and up for play at some point. After being together for such a long time, we've created certain 'signals' to indicate interest. He doesn't always play with me immediately once he's seen it, preferring to make me wait until he is ready.
Last night, however, he did grab the keys for a bit just before we went to bed and I thought I was going to get some action. I kind of did. We started making out as he fumbled with the keys to unlock it and proceeded to edge me. I was moaning and groaning when he suddenly got a phone call. I knew I had to be silent but he kept stroking me.
When he realized I was close to cumming, he whispered, "I'm going to finish this call outside. Don't cum, you won't regret it."
The phone call went for 15 minutes and I just lay there. I was horny and frustrated as my cock started going flaccid. Just as it went all soft, he walked back in and saw me there. Before I could get my cock hard in excitement again, he said, "You seem to have lost interest, guess we'll just lock you back up." And he did.
Needless to say, I was horny all through the night and today.
Back to the present, my online buddy thought it was pretty amusing and proceeded to tease me verbally, getting me hornier and hornier.
He excused himself for a few minutes and I sat there edging myself when I received a text message from my boyfriend saying that he's working late. I was disappointed that he would not come back and see me in this predicament, but was totally enjoying chatting to my friend as well.
When my friend came back, and I told him what happened, he just smirked and suggested something else.
"Since you're not going to get any play tonight, you might as well cum for me tonight. Unlock yourself."
I'm not used to saying no to him so I did. I knew what was coming, however, and I was right. We spent about half an hour of edging, although he did excuse himself a few times but left what sounded like porn in the background as I could hear moaning.
When he was done with the edging, and I was on a high, wanting to cum so bad, he said:
"I think you should stop stroking now and get back in that CB. Your partner would appreciate it." I whined and complained a bit but I knew it wasn't going to change his mind.
Then he continued just as I'd gotten soft and put the cage back on but before the lock was in place, "I want you to used a numbered lock. We're going to punish your boyfriend for coming home late and that means he won't get to have sex with you for a couple of days because I will decide when you can remove the lock."
It wasn't something we've done before, taking my cam play into my relationship. But I was so horny, I agreed and the numbered lock went on. I saw him taking down the number so he would check on me over the next few days.
Just as I realized what a mess I've gotten myself into, and about to start panicking about what my partner would say, my online Dom said, "I have a surprise for you."
Before I could react, all I saw was movement as he moved his webcam to show his bed. And there was someone sitting on the bed, spreadeagled and watching me. Then it hit me - it was my partner!
"What's going on?" I exclaimed, not quite sure what was happening.
"A few days ago, I messaged you but your partner replied instead. He said you were out and we started chatting. He said he could never understand your obsession with cam play, although he is happy to indulge you because he wants you to be happy."
The story goes that my online Dom offered to show him by inviting him over to watch one of our sessions. Tonight was supposed to be the night, so it was all planned. He would only do it on one condition, however, and that was my partner had to be tied up the whole time while watching.
"We could have him jerking off to our show, now, could we? But he was moaning so much watch, totally getting off on watching you that I gave him a bit of an edging myself."
He then walked over to my partner, who's dick has gone flaccid following the conversation. To his horror, my online Dom put on a chastity device over his cock but didn't lock it. He then showed me the key and said:
"Here's the deal, and we'll only go through with this with your consent. I know how horny you are and how tempted you are to break that lock and cum. You're more than welcome to but for each time you break a lock, I'm going to keep your partner in the CB for an extra three days."
"Once you go by a whole week in the CB, I'll let him out. So, you could be a really good boy and stay locked for a week or break it, get your orgasm but make your partner suffer for it. Your call."
I looked at my partner and see the fear in his eyes. I feel my CB and I know it's filled to the brim. I was really horny and wanted nothing more than my horny partner with me.
"Go for it," I said. And the lock went click.
Friday, November 25, 2011
Locked thought
It's been a long day at work and I just wanted to come home to snuggle up with him.
But as I walked through the doors, a huge wave of disappointment swept over me as I remembered he wasn't home. He was out on a 'date'.
Until recently, his extracurricular activities never bothered me. Truth be told, I too engaged in some of my own fun occasionally. We came to think agreement to seek play outside of the relationship just over a year ago.
We felt that it was not only a way to keep things exciting but it also meant that we got to explore different things with other people and bring that new element back into our relationships.
Still, of late, it seems that he's been out on dates more than he has been back home. And even when we are together, there's not been much play. On the occasion that we do, it's been pretty simple bondage, some lovemaking and we'd both cum.
When I whined a bit about things being too easy, he'd add some elements of teasing. Occasionally, he'd add the slight element of chastity if I asked for it (which kind of defeats the point of chastity, right?).
It was a far cry from when we first started exploring it years ago, when he'd drop me messages throughout the days I was locked up, reminding me of my predicament and keeping me horny.
Some days, he'd even unlock it during playtime, tease me to the edge over and over again before putting me back in there after he'd cum.
These days, I'd be lucky if he'd put the bird lock on me until the next time we play.
But today, I am in the predicament. He'd put the bird lock me three nights ago after we went to an adult store. He knows I get all horny after a visit, especially when I buy something and want to try it out the moment we got home.
Except this time, we had to wait a couple of weeks for the item we purchased to be personalised. So he decided that he'd lock me up that night.
For a flicker of a moment, it reminded me of the old days when he'd lock me up when I was horny. No such luck though. He's not mentioned it since then, and have had two 'dates' since then.
Frustrated and a little upset, I decided to write him an email. I'm not very good with expressing myself to someone's face and he knows this so we've gotten used to me venting out through words.
Sometimes he'd reply and other times we'd talk about it but we've always managed to sort it out.
My email was simple. I told him that I wasn't trying to go back on our agreement to have fun outside of the relationship. Instead, I wanted to share how sad I am that there is so little kinky passion left in our relationship and I wondered if he felt that same. I also wanted to know if he had any suggestions on how to resolve the problem. I ended telling him that I love him still no matter what.
I was just about to head to bed when I noticed that there was an email reply. It was from him!
I found it strange that he would reply so soon, especially if he was out playing. It read simply: Yes. But I'll only tell you if you're in the usual position when I get back.
My cock immediately strained in my bird cage. Whenever he messages me asking to be in a usual position, it always meant a nice play session. And we've not had one in a long while.
Over the time we've been together, the 'usual position' has changed depending on what we were into at that time of our lives.
I also realised that he didn't mention how soon he'd be back so I rushed immediately to strip and put the clothes nicely folded at the side. This was part of the arrangement so he could tell what I was wearing before I got the message and hence, tell what kind of mood I was in.
Dressed in my sleeping gear would only tell him how down I was, seeing as I was going to bed earlier than usual.
Once naked, I put on the leather wrist and ankle cuffs and walked onto bed, dragging out case of toys with me.
Then I cuffed my ankles together and tied them down to the foot of the bed.
After that, the bit gag came on. I also put a cock vibrator over the cock cage and set it to medium. I laid out the nipple clamps next to me on the bed and five clothes pegs in between my legs for his use.
When that was all done, I blindfolded myself and hooked my wrist cuffs to two sets of rope I had tied to the corner of each bed earlier.
Now I could only lie there and wait for him to return. I wasn't sure when this was going to happen but I could not relax. The reason the cock vibrator was on is to make sure I concentrate and focus on my predicament and to make sure I control myself so I wouldn't cum.
The repercussions would be severe if I did.
I'm not sure how much time went by but suddenly I felt a gust of wind so I knew that he had walked into the room.
I felt him grab the controller for the vibrator and thought he'd turn it off but I was wrong. He pushed it to what felt like the highest setting before unlocking my cock cage.
I found that strange as he'd usually torment me, reminding me how I'm usually locked.
Then he out the nipple clamps on and the pegs on my balls, and I moaned in pain through the gag. He still hadn't said a word.
Yet, this was turning me on despite how it was all so foreign to me. He wasn't doing anything that he had done before. It could also be the vibrator but the whole predicament was arousing.
While I was feeling this, he put on ankle cuffs and tied my legs to the foot of the bed so that I was spread-eagle. He then left me along for a while.
Suddenly, I heard a loud thud and a moan coming from near the door. There was some heavy breathing and I suddenly felt a mouth around my cock as the vibrator was removed. I was in heaven. Here, I am tied up and my partner was going down on me.
Except that something felt strange, as I could feel rope being tied to my ankle cuffs. I could not fathom what that rope would be for.
I was about to find out. With a quick movement, my blindfold was removed. And despite the fact that I was adjusting my eyes to the little dim light that was switched on, I could tell something was off.
How did he remove the blindfold while keeping his mouth on my cock?
The sight in front of me, as I started to see properly again, startled me.
There he was, with his head shoved into my crotch. The rope that was tied to my ankles were connected to a collar that went around his neck so that he couldn't move away from my cock.
His hands were wrapped around his body in a straightjacket, which had openings for his nipples, that were clamped. He was naked from the waist down except for a CB6000 that was locked, and his thighs and ankles cuffed together.
Standing behind him was a really handsome man, dressed in a leather shirt, chaps and a jockstrap under. Around his neck was a set of small keys.
"Don't worry, you're not in danger," he told me as I started squirming in my bonds trying to get out. "I was playing with him earlier when your email came into his phone. He was tied up and so he asked me to read it in case it was an emergency."
"I was very upset reading your email, it was never my intention to come between the two of you. I know he loves you very much but it is his horniness that has driven him to explore new things outside."
He continued talking: "When I told him to head home to you, he begged to be allowed to cum first. I refused, telling him to save the load for you. When he said that you wouldn't mind because you would want him to cum first anyway, I was still not convinced."
"He was so horny that he would have said anything to cum. So I decided to lock him up instead. It was only then that he started thinking properly, and panicked about how he would explain the CB6000 to you. So I proposed an idea."
The idea was that my boyfriend would head home immediately, but he would tag along. I've made it no secret that I've fantasied about the idea of a third person joining in a session without me knowing and this must have been something they have spoken about before.
In the car, he suggested that as a punishment, my boyfriend was to spend the night pleasuring m. That is, to keep me horny and give me the edging of my life. But there was a catch.
"I will not unlock his cock until your first orgasm. But since you like to be kept on the edge so much, I forbid you to cum tonight at all. If you do, your punishment is that you will have to cum three times before I will untie either of you."
My boyfriend knows that I am not into milking, so he's pressured to make sure I don't cum. Yet, as long as I don't cum, he won't be able to be unlocked from the chastity device.
My cock was already so hard, and listening to the story got me even hornier if it was possible. The question is, who will break first?
"I'll leave you two lovers to it," the man said as he walked out of the room and turned the TV on next door laughing every time either one of us moaned really loudly.
But as I walked through the doors, a huge wave of disappointment swept over me as I remembered he wasn't home. He was out on a 'date'.
Until recently, his extracurricular activities never bothered me. Truth be told, I too engaged in some of my own fun occasionally. We came to think agreement to seek play outside of the relationship just over a year ago.
We felt that it was not only a way to keep things exciting but it also meant that we got to explore different things with other people and bring that new element back into our relationships.
Still, of late, it seems that he's been out on dates more than he has been back home. And even when we are together, there's not been much play. On the occasion that we do, it's been pretty simple bondage, some lovemaking and we'd both cum.
When I whined a bit about things being too easy, he'd add some elements of teasing. Occasionally, he'd add the slight element of chastity if I asked for it (which kind of defeats the point of chastity, right?).
It was a far cry from when we first started exploring it years ago, when he'd drop me messages throughout the days I was locked up, reminding me of my predicament and keeping me horny.
Some days, he'd even unlock it during playtime, tease me to the edge over and over again before putting me back in there after he'd cum.
These days, I'd be lucky if he'd put the bird lock on me until the next time we play.
But today, I am in the predicament. He'd put the bird lock me three nights ago after we went to an adult store. He knows I get all horny after a visit, especially when I buy something and want to try it out the moment we got home.
Except this time, we had to wait a couple of weeks for the item we purchased to be personalised. So he decided that he'd lock me up that night.
For a flicker of a moment, it reminded me of the old days when he'd lock me up when I was horny. No such luck though. He's not mentioned it since then, and have had two 'dates' since then.
Frustrated and a little upset, I decided to write him an email. I'm not very good with expressing myself to someone's face and he knows this so we've gotten used to me venting out through words.
Sometimes he'd reply and other times we'd talk about it but we've always managed to sort it out.
My email was simple. I told him that I wasn't trying to go back on our agreement to have fun outside of the relationship. Instead, I wanted to share how sad I am that there is so little kinky passion left in our relationship and I wondered if he felt that same. I also wanted to know if he had any suggestions on how to resolve the problem. I ended telling him that I love him still no matter what.
I was just about to head to bed when I noticed that there was an email reply. It was from him!
I found it strange that he would reply so soon, especially if he was out playing. It read simply: Yes. But I'll only tell you if you're in the usual position when I get back.
My cock immediately strained in my bird cage. Whenever he messages me asking to be in a usual position, it always meant a nice play session. And we've not had one in a long while.
Over the time we've been together, the 'usual position' has changed depending on what we were into at that time of our lives.
I also realised that he didn't mention how soon he'd be back so I rushed immediately to strip and put the clothes nicely folded at the side. This was part of the arrangement so he could tell what I was wearing before I got the message and hence, tell what kind of mood I was in.
Dressed in my sleeping gear would only tell him how down I was, seeing as I was going to bed earlier than usual.
Once naked, I put on the leather wrist and ankle cuffs and walked onto bed, dragging out case of toys with me.
Then I cuffed my ankles together and tied them down to the foot of the bed.
After that, the bit gag came on. I also put a cock vibrator over the cock cage and set it to medium. I laid out the nipple clamps next to me on the bed and five clothes pegs in between my legs for his use.
When that was all done, I blindfolded myself and hooked my wrist cuffs to two sets of rope I had tied to the corner of each bed earlier.
Now I could only lie there and wait for him to return. I wasn't sure when this was going to happen but I could not relax. The reason the cock vibrator was on is to make sure I concentrate and focus on my predicament and to make sure I control myself so I wouldn't cum.
The repercussions would be severe if I did.
I'm not sure how much time went by but suddenly I felt a gust of wind so I knew that he had walked into the room.
I felt him grab the controller for the vibrator and thought he'd turn it off but I was wrong. He pushed it to what felt like the highest setting before unlocking my cock cage.
I found that strange as he'd usually torment me, reminding me how I'm usually locked.
Then he out the nipple clamps on and the pegs on my balls, and I moaned in pain through the gag. He still hadn't said a word.
Yet, this was turning me on despite how it was all so foreign to me. He wasn't doing anything that he had done before. It could also be the vibrator but the whole predicament was arousing.
While I was feeling this, he put on ankle cuffs and tied my legs to the foot of the bed so that I was spread-eagle. He then left me along for a while.
Suddenly, I heard a loud thud and a moan coming from near the door. There was some heavy breathing and I suddenly felt a mouth around my cock as the vibrator was removed. I was in heaven. Here, I am tied up and my partner was going down on me.
Except that something felt strange, as I could feel rope being tied to my ankle cuffs. I could not fathom what that rope would be for.
I was about to find out. With a quick movement, my blindfold was removed. And despite the fact that I was adjusting my eyes to the little dim light that was switched on, I could tell something was off.
How did he remove the blindfold while keeping his mouth on my cock?
The sight in front of me, as I started to see properly again, startled me.
There he was, with his head shoved into my crotch. The rope that was tied to my ankles were connected to a collar that went around his neck so that he couldn't move away from my cock.
His hands were wrapped around his body in a straightjacket, which had openings for his nipples, that were clamped. He was naked from the waist down except for a CB6000 that was locked, and his thighs and ankles cuffed together.
Standing behind him was a really handsome man, dressed in a leather shirt, chaps and a jockstrap under. Around his neck was a set of small keys.
"Don't worry, you're not in danger," he told me as I started squirming in my bonds trying to get out. "I was playing with him earlier when your email came into his phone. He was tied up and so he asked me to read it in case it was an emergency."
"I was very upset reading your email, it was never my intention to come between the two of you. I know he loves you very much but it is his horniness that has driven him to explore new things outside."
He continued talking: "When I told him to head home to you, he begged to be allowed to cum first. I refused, telling him to save the load for you. When he said that you wouldn't mind because you would want him to cum first anyway, I was still not convinced."
"He was so horny that he would have said anything to cum. So I decided to lock him up instead. It was only then that he started thinking properly, and panicked about how he would explain the CB6000 to you. So I proposed an idea."
The idea was that my boyfriend would head home immediately, but he would tag along. I've made it no secret that I've fantasied about the idea of a third person joining in a session without me knowing and this must have been something they have spoken about before.
In the car, he suggested that as a punishment, my boyfriend was to spend the night pleasuring m. That is, to keep me horny and give me the edging of my life. But there was a catch.
"I will not unlock his cock until your first orgasm. But since you like to be kept on the edge so much, I forbid you to cum tonight at all. If you do, your punishment is that you will have to cum three times before I will untie either of you."
My boyfriend knows that I am not into milking, so he's pressured to make sure I don't cum. Yet, as long as I don't cum, he won't be able to be unlocked from the chastity device.
My cock was already so hard, and listening to the story got me even hornier if it was possible. The question is, who will break first?
"I'll leave you two lovers to it," the man said as he walked out of the room and turned the TV on next door laughing every time either one of us moaned really loudly.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
All packed
This fiction story was first written on 9th March, 2008. I am in the process of writing my third piece.
It's hard to think of anything when it hurts so much. Well, not too much. He knows very well what my limits are and surprisingly is always able to stay just right at the edge of those very same limits.
Maybe that's why we work so well as a couple. Sure, I love him to bits and I know he loves me too but there's something about our relationship that just seems extra special.
You must be wondering what I'm going on about. My apologies. It's just that I tend to get distracted when I'm lying down on my tummy, hands tied to my legs in a hog tie, and my balls tied off to it. Add to the fact that I've been blindfolded and my jaws are aching from the ball gag in my mouth, it's hard to think straight, so to speak.
I've been lying here for the last hour. Occasionally, my boyfriend walks in to check on me, partially to make sure that the bonds haven't blocked off any circulation, and also to verbally torment me.
It's more the latter though; he knows how hard and horny I get when he teases me with words like:
"How's that hard dick doing rubbing the bed? Not rubbing hard enough?"
"Does my little baby want out? Does he, does he?"
"Oh, horny are we? Right at the edge? Not enough to go over? Aww…"
Or on the days when he's feeling really evil:
"I’m going out for a run now, see you when I get back!"
We've been together for about six months now, not very long I know but it feels like he already knows every aspect of my life, and every part of my body. But there's something about today that’s extra special.
I've just been posted to go overseas for five weeks for work, and he couldn't take the time off to come visit – so we wanted to make the most of our time together before I left. And I'm due to leave in a couple of hours.
We've both had a few days off work, and it's been nothing but bondage, bondage and more bondage. Sure, we've been to the movies, going for nice dinners and running some errands but really, it was just about taking some time out for ourselves (and bondage).
Take Friday for example – it’s Wednesday now, by the way – when we were supposed to go out for dinner. He had made me put on a cock vibrator under my clothes so that he could have his fun at the dinner table. There were a lot more similar incidents over the next few days and we would always have the most amazing sex before bed, except that I never got to cum.
I had a feeling he was saving me up all those days for tonight, when he’d give me an explosive goodbye.
It’s been going good so far. I haven’t packed yet but when I told him about it earlier, he said that he had it sorted. It was a bit strange, he hates packing by the way, but I suppose he just wanted to keep me bound for a longer period of time before leaving.
“Penny for your thoughts.”
I’m jolted back to the present and I realize that I must have been daydreaming. I couldn’t respond so I just moaned.
“Looks like we’re having fun. Are we ready to cum?”
That was the magic word. If I wasn’t already aware of what a predicament I was in then, those words charged through my body and I started gyrating and moaning really loud, trying to get myself off.
He leans over and kisses my forehead as he unties the rope pulling at my balls. Ah, relief. That hurt more than I thought it would but you rarely feel it until it’s off. I wince in pain and he takes my balls right into his mouth. Immediately, the sensations change – I’m not sure if it hurts because of the pain or because it feels so good!
He then unties my legs from my hands and turn me over, and proceeds to secure my legs to the bed frame.
"It’s not over yet …" I thought to myself.
Then he undid my hands, but quickly pulled them over my head and tied them off to the head of the bed, rendering me bound again and pretty helpless. I was stretched out in the shape of an 'I', my hard cock standing straight up.
This must have really turned him on because he very quickly went for my cock, and boy, did he go at it. I thought I was going to cum there and then. But he knows my body better than that and stopped just as I was about to cum, the bastard.
"Ah ah ah, not so soon …" he said with a laugh.
Frustrated, I trashed about in my bondage until I felt this weird sensation to my cock and shouted through my gag!
"ICE!"
I continued struggling in my bonds, getting out of breathe very quickly as he just kept laughing and rubbing the cubes of ice all over my cock and balls.
Apparently, this was pre-planned because the moment I started getting soft from the cold, my CB3000 was placed on my cock. Suddenly, I wasn't sure what was happening. After all, I had to leave for the airport real soon and this was something he'd usually do much early on, like make me go to work with it on or something.
"Don't worry, I've not locked it yet. I'm giving you the chance to earn your opportunity to cum … but on my terms. I'm going to put the cock vibrator on my cock and put the controls in your hand. You have one minute to get me to shoot. If I do, you get to cum. I've set an alarm."
Ah, the alarm. That was good news for me. There's this game we like to play where we set an alarm and we try to cum at the same moment the alarm goes off. My boyfriend in particular is good at this, the alarm usually triggers his orgasm, like he was some kind of robot.
I hear the vibrator start and then feel him press the controller into my hands. He's moaning so hard that it seems like he was going to cum anytime. I played around with the speed and his moans of approval tell me that I'm doing a good job.
Before I know it, I hear him growl and strings of cum shoot all over my body. Yes, I made it before the alarm!
He grabs the controller from my hand, switches it off and falls beside me – spent.
The alarm goes off and I know I made it! I get even more excited, my cock trying to get hard in the cage. He starts to fondle with it, and I'm moaning in approval as I await him to take it off. I'm going to get to cum for the first time in five days!
Suddenly I hear a click. He's locked it!
"Sorry baby… I set the alarm for a minute and a half instead … opps," he said, laughing. "Seems like I didn't cum within the minute after all. That CB3000 would look great on you for five week."
It's hard to think of anything when it hurts so much. Well, not too much. He knows very well what my limits are and surprisingly is always able to stay just right at the edge of those very same limits.
Maybe that's why we work so well as a couple. Sure, I love him to bits and I know he loves me too but there's something about our relationship that just seems extra special.
You must be wondering what I'm going on about. My apologies. It's just that I tend to get distracted when I'm lying down on my tummy, hands tied to my legs in a hog tie, and my balls tied off to it. Add to the fact that I've been blindfolded and my jaws are aching from the ball gag in my mouth, it's hard to think straight, so to speak.
I've been lying here for the last hour. Occasionally, my boyfriend walks in to check on me, partially to make sure that the bonds haven't blocked off any circulation, and also to verbally torment me.
It's more the latter though; he knows how hard and horny I get when he teases me with words like:
"How's that hard dick doing rubbing the bed? Not rubbing hard enough?"
"Does my little baby want out? Does he, does he?"
"Oh, horny are we? Right at the edge? Not enough to go over? Aww…"
Or on the days when he's feeling really evil:
"I’m going out for a run now, see you when I get back!"
We've been together for about six months now, not very long I know but it feels like he already knows every aspect of my life, and every part of my body. But there's something about today that’s extra special.
I've just been posted to go overseas for five weeks for work, and he couldn't take the time off to come visit – so we wanted to make the most of our time together before I left. And I'm due to leave in a couple of hours.
We've both had a few days off work, and it's been nothing but bondage, bondage and more bondage. Sure, we've been to the movies, going for nice dinners and running some errands but really, it was just about taking some time out for ourselves (and bondage).
Take Friday for example – it’s Wednesday now, by the way – when we were supposed to go out for dinner. He had made me put on a cock vibrator under my clothes so that he could have his fun at the dinner table. There were a lot more similar incidents over the next few days and we would always have the most amazing sex before bed, except that I never got to cum.
I had a feeling he was saving me up all those days for tonight, when he’d give me an explosive goodbye.
It’s been going good so far. I haven’t packed yet but when I told him about it earlier, he said that he had it sorted. It was a bit strange, he hates packing by the way, but I suppose he just wanted to keep me bound for a longer period of time before leaving.
“Penny for your thoughts.”
I’m jolted back to the present and I realize that I must have been daydreaming. I couldn’t respond so I just moaned.
“Looks like we’re having fun. Are we ready to cum?”
That was the magic word. If I wasn’t already aware of what a predicament I was in then, those words charged through my body and I started gyrating and moaning really loud, trying to get myself off.
He leans over and kisses my forehead as he unties the rope pulling at my balls. Ah, relief. That hurt more than I thought it would but you rarely feel it until it’s off. I wince in pain and he takes my balls right into his mouth. Immediately, the sensations change – I’m not sure if it hurts because of the pain or because it feels so good!
He then unties my legs from my hands and turn me over, and proceeds to secure my legs to the bed frame.
"It’s not over yet …" I thought to myself.
Then he undid my hands, but quickly pulled them over my head and tied them off to the head of the bed, rendering me bound again and pretty helpless. I was stretched out in the shape of an 'I', my hard cock standing straight up.
This must have really turned him on because he very quickly went for my cock, and boy, did he go at it. I thought I was going to cum there and then. But he knows my body better than that and stopped just as I was about to cum, the bastard.
"Ah ah ah, not so soon …" he said with a laugh.
Frustrated, I trashed about in my bondage until I felt this weird sensation to my cock and shouted through my gag!
"ICE!"
I continued struggling in my bonds, getting out of breathe very quickly as he just kept laughing and rubbing the cubes of ice all over my cock and balls.
Apparently, this was pre-planned because the moment I started getting soft from the cold, my CB3000 was placed on my cock. Suddenly, I wasn't sure what was happening. After all, I had to leave for the airport real soon and this was something he'd usually do much early on, like make me go to work with it on or something.
"Don't worry, I've not locked it yet. I'm giving you the chance to earn your opportunity to cum … but on my terms. I'm going to put the cock vibrator on my cock and put the controls in your hand. You have one minute to get me to shoot. If I do, you get to cum. I've set an alarm."
Ah, the alarm. That was good news for me. There's this game we like to play where we set an alarm and we try to cum at the same moment the alarm goes off. My boyfriend in particular is good at this, the alarm usually triggers his orgasm, like he was some kind of robot.
I hear the vibrator start and then feel him press the controller into my hands. He's moaning so hard that it seems like he was going to cum anytime. I played around with the speed and his moans of approval tell me that I'm doing a good job.
Before I know it, I hear him growl and strings of cum shoot all over my body. Yes, I made it before the alarm!
He grabs the controller from my hand, switches it off and falls beside me – spent.
The alarm goes off and I know I made it! I get even more excited, my cock trying to get hard in the cage. He starts to fondle with it, and I'm moaning in approval as I await him to take it off. I'm going to get to cum for the first time in five days!
Suddenly I hear a click. He's locked it!
"Sorry baby… I set the alarm for a minute and a half instead … opps," he said, laughing. "Seems like I didn't cum within the minute after all. That CB3000 would look great on you for five week."
The Proposal
My first ever work of kinky-erotic fiction. It was originally written on 14th Oct, 2007. Hope you like it!
It’s hard to imagine that it’s been four years.
I remember that particular night, walking into the club – Hanky Panky – all nervous and scared. I was only 26 years old then, and while I’ve been out and proud as a gay male, and dived hedonistically into the clubbing circuit, going into Hanky Panky was a total different experience.
It was a business trip that I was on, and my colleagues understood that I wasn’t going to hang out with them. I even told them the name of the club but they just assumed that it was a regular gay club.
Never in their lives, I think, would they have imagined that I was walking in there with my tightest jeans on, no undies under. In fact, what I did have under the jeans was my CB3000 with a plastic lock on. On my ankles were cuffs as were they on my wrists except that to the layman, the wrist cuffs looked just like a fashion accessory. I was wearing a plain white T-shirt when entered, but if I took it off, I didn’t have to pay an entrance fee.
I’m not sure if he saw me take my T-shirt off but barely a couple of minutes later, he walked up behind me and grabbed my nipples. Needless to say, I was shocked. It was my first time and already this was happening.
Yet, my cock tried to harden under the cage. It didn’t succeed.
Today, that night is just a memory. Oh, I’ve replayed the events in my head over and over but if you asked me back then if I’d be sitting in his backyard four years later, I’d have laughed at you.
It’s not a cold night but the occasional gust of the wind was cool enough to give me Goosebumps. He was somewhere in the house, probably cleaning up the dishes from dinner. I couldn’t tell, though. He could very well have been sitting right in front of me, admiring what sat before him.
I’ve had a blindfold on, you see, so I wasn’t exactly sure. I couldn’t hear anything either, not with the earphones connected to my iPod playing what I can only imagine to be a very hot porn scene. God bless video capabilities. My legs were tied together with rope, and attached to the back of the chair. My hands instead were cuffed to my collar, which instead, was snugly pulling on the rope attached to my balls from my back. I had my chastity shorts on but the front part was undone, revealing my hard cock.
He had attached a cock vibrator but at that moment, it was not switched on. I had been sitting out there for what I imagined must have been an hour, and he’s only come out three times.
The first time he switched the vibrator on low just to keep me hard. He left and came back a while later and it went straight to max. I’m not sure if it was my body jerking, or the loud moan that escaped my lips, but he just chuckled and left again. The third time, he came by to switch it off … just as I was getting right at the edge. I suppose when you’ve lived with someone for two years, he eventually learns how your body functions.
Naturally, I begged to be allowed to cum. But he just ignored me and left. I had to shut up quick, for fear that the neighbours might hear us over the tall walls. Then again, in retrospect, I suppose it’s not the first time they’d be hearing me.
I have to admit though that at that moment, I felt rather strange. It was not like him to be so detached. He is usually more active but this time he just left me there for most of the time and only come back just to make sure I’m still horny and haven’t yet lost interest in the bonds I’m in.
Come to think of it, he acted really strange since I returned from my trip home the day before. I was only gone for two weeks but like any other trip I take, he makes sure that I’m locked in my CB3000. Usually though, the moment I return, he’d release me and we’d have wild sex.
This time though, he has barely been home. He picked me up from the airport and then left for work, leaving me chastised. When he came home last night, he put me into bondage immediately and had dinner while I was struggling. No conversation.
Even that morning, he untied me long enough for breakfast before bringing me back into the bedroom and tied me up again. I was jetlagged so I slept through most of it, and I didn’t even realise it when he woke me up for dinner. Still he undid the bondage instead of feeding me, as he does sometimes.
But he was quick to get me naked again, and blindfolded before leading me out to the backyard. Still no conversation.
And there I was – bound, horny and wondering.
I couldn’t hear anything so imagine the surprise when I felt his wet tongue on my nipples, and his hands started stroking me real hard. My breathing intensified and I started moaning.
“I’m getting close,” I said. “Stop”. Despite everything, I was enjoying myself.
“You’re talking too much,” he replied. I just moaned.
He untied the rope to from my legs and stands me up. We walked a few steps and I felt him putting on some ankle restraints on me before I hear an unfamiliar click. My wrist are released from behind my back, but then two clicks. My hands are now spread apart above my head, locked. This is new, I thought to myself.
Silence.
Then I felt myself falling forward. “Hey!” I shouted and he replied with a simple, “Shh…” I bit my lip in silence. I trust him, he won’t hurt me. Before I knew it, my body was horizontal, and I was lying on a table of some sort. It took a moment before I realised that if the table is removed, I’d be suspended in mid air.
As if he read my mind, he pushed the table away and suddenly I’m hanging horizontally, naked with my hard cock throbbing in all its glory. I don’t remember ever being this horny!
He took my cock in his mouth and worked it over real good, and I started moaning louder and louder. He played with my nipples, little pinches and then a twist, and suddenly … clamps!
Just as the clamps came on though, he stopped touching my cock, knowing that I would shoot my load if he didn’t. All that came out of me was a loud groan.
He took off the blindfold and for a moment, I kept my eyes closed. I slowly opened it and saw his face – gagged! This was a change. I moan again in approval.
Then my eyes adjust, and I see that he wass standing right by the back walls, away from the house, dressed smartly in a suit. “Fuck, I didn’t think I could get any hornier,” I told him.
Gagged, he doesn’t say anything in return. He just walking towards me and then undoes the O gag and put it on me instead. He then smiled and grabbed at my cock and stroked it real hard three times. I moaned. Then five times. And I moaned louder. I was getting real close.
This whole scene is new to me and I was really getting off on it.
“I’m gonna double the amount of strokes now, and if you cum, this scene is over,” he told me.
I groaned and tried to speak through the gag. “Let me cum! Let me cum!” I mumbled. I was so horny that I was willing to sacrifice the rest of the night.
“Although, I’ve got tomorrow off, and I’ve got a big surprise planned. So trust me, you don’t want to cum,” he responded. Then there was a big smile on his face, and a wink.
Oh fuck, I thought to myself. And it took everything I had not to cum in the 10 strokes that followed. At the 10th stroke, I let out a loud groan and started leaking.
“Good boy, that’s why I love you so much,” he said to me as he kissed me through the gag.
Then he started lowering my legs until they touched the ground and he uncuffed them so I was standing on my own with my hands still high above my head. My cock was throbbing and I was sweating but there was nothing I could do. My chastity shorts was glistening from the precum that dripped all over it.
“I’m going to turn you around now,” he said to me. “And then what happens from then on will depend on you. I will give you a choice.”
I nodded to signal that I understood. We’ve done this before – he gets really intense into a scene and then gives me options to decide where we go from there. It was what made him unique, and he knows that I needed that little bit of control sometimes.
He turned me around in one swift motion, and there in front of me was bright twinkling fairy lights on the house. It was beautiful. I looked down and there was a table with a bottle of champagne, two glasses and a small boxed all wrapped up.
I looked at him and he grinned. He walked towards the table and returned with the gift.
“Seeing as how you’re a little, well, tied up,” he teased me. “I’ll help you open the present, shall I?”
I nodded, all the time wondering what was the occasion – did I forget something? Despite everything, my cock remained hard, perhaps because he was there, all dressed up ready to party and I was restrained to a bar hanging from the tree, naked except for the shorts.
He undid the wrapping carefully to reveal a nice jewellery case. Before he opened it, however, he zipped up the front portion of the shorts and attached the padlock on without actually locking it. Sheepishly, he opened the box to reveal the two most beautiful silver rings I’ve ever seen. Attached to one of the rings, was a small key.
“I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I hope you feel the same too.”
My head started spinning. What was going on, did he just propose to me?
And as always, he read my thoughts exactly.
“Will you marry me?”
I stared at him, speechless.
“Seeing as how you’re gagged, I’m going to undo your left hand now. See this key? It opens that padlock attached to your shorts. If you’re going to say yes, you lock it yourself and only I ever get to undo the lock,” he told me before taking a deep breath, continuing,
“And if you say no, then you’re free to do whatever you want – jerk off, undo yourself, whatever – I know this is sudden and if you need more time to think about it, I won’t be offended. I will still love you all the same and nothing changes.”
He looked worried, more than I have ever seen. And the smile was gone and he hesitated before undoing my hand. I was still speechless and looked at him, my hand dropping to my side.
After a few moments, my hands moved towards my crotch and I started rubbing it through the shorts. He stopped breathing as I did that. Not surprisingly, I realised I was still hard. Then, without thinking, I brought my hands higher and fiddled with the lock.
It was a shiny, polished silver lock. I looked at it, and it had the word “Yes” on it. Still holding on to it, I looked at up at him and looked straight into his eyes.
Click.
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