Meeting couples.

Life; It never stops.

Hello there friends. 

Ah what a busy life it is! I haven’t been in my cage since I last wrote.

It seems we are still both too infatuated with one another for the self-control and restraint needed to make chastity sucessful.

Who am I to deny a woman in need?

She loves touching me while she is bound.

“The meeting”

We had also met our first couple a while back as I wrote that we would. It was just casual, drinks at my place. Just to talk and get to know one a other, no expectations.

It was a mixture of emotions. It is really different speaking with people who are completely open about sex and lifestyle. No holds barred. I can say that at first it was intimidating, but after about twenty minutes or so. Zenith and I were completely comfortable speaking to this lovely couple, whom have had way more play experience than us.

It was during our talks about “Submission.” The woman of the duo was talking about how she is also a switch like me, how her partner was the submissive one. 

She had said that she loves to be dominated. But it isn’t the same if her partner does it, since she has become accustomed to seeing him in a submissive nature. 

It had me thinking. Will chastity ever work on us? Knowing that my partner seems yo have a more “Submissive” nature. I can always get her pretend, play the part. But would that have the same effect on her as it would if she had wanted to do it on her own accord. As it was said in the conversation with the couple.

“Being dominant or submission is not just playing a part. Within one or the other we have specific needs. And it is amazing if our needs are being met, it doesn’t mean the same if the other is doing it just for your own satisfaction. If I am feeling like being submission and my partner does it just for my benefit, I am not getting the same experience. What’s missing is the arousal, the fire and passion burning in the other person’s eyes. The genuine arousal they feel from commiting the act.”

That is a factor that we will have to fifure out ourselves. Of course through more trial and error. 


Discovering Chastity ( A collection of stories – Day four. )

Day four:

We woke up about two hours after we had fallen asleep on the couch. Our numb bodies making their way upstairs, slipping under the covers in a sex-filled daze. Pulling her soft warm body against me with a crushing grip. I felt myself getting hard again….  Sleep won this round. My heavy eyes gave in to its sleepy demands.

I jumped in panic as I felt something land on me. Opening my eyes to a room full of sunshine and big gorgeous smile drawn across her face.

“Good morning sweetness.”
Zenith cooed with enthusiasm, bouncing playfully on my chest.
“We kind of got carried away last night, didn’t we?” Biting her lip with a half grin.

I chuckled back. “No more than usual.” I sarcastically add.
“You usually are the one to give in first.” It was always true. Zenith loved sex so much that I barely ever had to beg for any sort or release or pleasure. She would take hers, no matter what. Often she said I had no choice in the matter, that she would take her orgasms anyway. You can say she is a little bit of a nymphomaniac.

“Shut up! I cant help it if you fuck me so good all the time….”
“I am a bit of an addict now, it is hard to be cut off.”
“Maybe I need you locked up just as much, maybe this teach me a little self control too.” Chuckling while she was bending over to give me a good morning kiss. No dancing lips, just a warm soft tongue forced deep in my mouth. Sweet too, tasted like juice (berry-pomegranate).

I loved it to be honest. Her constant need and willingness made me feel so good about myself. It fueled the ego, the more she screamed and whaled my name in leg shaking euphoria. The more manly, sexy and confident I felt. Which in turn made me fuck her harder and faster; until a numbness graced her swollen, freshly fucked lips. Begging me to finish with her. Not to mention the bragging rights it gave for her to make her girlfriends jealous.

“What do you say we start over today?”
“Your cage is on the living-room table still.”

I laughed at her. “Try and control yourself this time Miss!” As I tried to lift myself up, her small feminine hands push my chest back down; glaring at me with a stern look.

“I think you are forgetting something here.” She swings her waist around. Grabbing my dick with a grip that was less than pleasurable. Turning herself back around in amusement. Most likely at the fact that I was hard again, at full attention. Every vein a mind of its own. “That is my dick and I will use it when I please.

“It would be wise to watch your attitude with me.” Laying a firm smack on my right cheek. My dick jumped in surprise, it felt so good. Then the left, oh god what is wrong with me? She watches me closely, pleased with herself.
“You enjoyed that…. Yes I bet you did, you like being slapped like a little slut.

“Yes Mistress Zenith.”
“Yes what slut?”
“Yes Mistress Zenith I love being slapped like a little slut!” I said with a pathetic whimper.

Zenith turned her body around. Straddling my torso, facing my big swollen cock. Left with the sight of her round plump ass. The arch of her back mesmerizing and swaying to the conscious with each movement.

I felt her hand aggressively grip the base of my cock, as if she was trying to prove a point. Pulling down the little bit of skin still covering my soft silky head. Her other hand formed a tight fist, twisting and pulling, every nerve stroked. Only lube on me was the insane amount of pre-cum that was trapped between my sensitive head and her closed palm.

I hear her chuckle some more between my leg jerks and uncontrollable grunts. She always loved it when I moaned for her. I feel the wetness seeping out of her beautiful pussy pressed up against my body.

“Shit…. Shit….” Was all I could manage to say, it was building up quick. Her hand glided faster and faster, right over that sweet spot. I don’t think I can hold this one back. I felt the first two contractions before the took her hands off me and stood up.
“No…. No baby please…. That felt so intense.”
“Please finish for me…. Please Mistress Zenith.”

Zenith was pleased with herself. You could see how much she loved to see me desperate for a change. There was no response to my begging. Zenith reached over to give my cock a few smacked. “Down boy,” she uttered with each tap, “Down boy.”

“Follow me.” Zenith looked at me with seriousness. I rose and followed her plump voluptuous ass and wide hips down the stairs, into the living room. Zenith took a seat, crossing her thick delicious thighs.

“Put it back on.” Zenith demanded, placing it in my hands. I fit the cold base are my sore, full balls. The shaft part was even colder for some reason, I joined the two halves. Zenith watched my eyes intently, deciding to take her time putting the lock back on.

We went on with our day. While we were enjoying our supper, she was teasing me under the table with her feet.
“Take off your pants Thomas.” Off they went, resting on my ankles. Using her toes to massage my sore cum sack. I almost choked on my food.

“Darling do me a favor, go upstairs and draw me a nice bubble bath.” “Yes Mistress Zenith.” “I will be up in a moment.”

By the time Zenith came into the bathroom, her warm bubble filled bath was ready. She let herself slide in. I sat on the edge with my feet in the blistering hot water.

After a few minutes of relaxation, Zenith handed me a razor (my razor) to be exact. I think she noticed my confusion and said. “I want you to shave me love, make me all nice and soft. Just how you like it.”

She got up, water splashed on to the floor. “Get in and sit down.” Instructing me like she owns me. Oh wait…. She does!

Standing over me, legs spread wide open. I started on her puffy closed lips, its like there is a surprise hidden in the middle. Gently dragging the blades across. Taking my time, I wouldn’t want to cut her. After I was done and rinsed her off, Zenith swung her leg over my left shoulder, the back of her knee resting on it. Using my body for support

“Now you are going to eat your desert big boy.”
Being called “Big boy,” made me crazy for some reason.
“Start eating now.”

I wasted no time. My wide and ready tongue forced through. Using its full length. Like a dog trying to drink water. Sucking her pulsing clit after each lick; drenched in her juices. Burying my face, leaving little air for myself to breathe.

Her hips worked with me head, thrusting into each one of my movements. Zenith grabbed a handful of my curly dark brown hair. Pushing my head into her thrusts.

“Yes baby!” Zenith screamed
“Yes…. God yes!” Zenith screamed again, panting heavily
“Ye…. Plea…. FUCK!” She yelled even louder. Trying to get a grip on her breathing.

“Oh baby, do you want it?” Zenith asked while in the heat of the moment, held my head so tight, I was no longer doing the work.
“Yes love I want it.” I muffled to the best of my ability.

Her leg became heavy on my shoulder. Gripping on to the shower rod, which I reinforced from prior experiences. Without my usual warning. Zenith’s orgasms busted out of her as if she had just sprung a leak. Her hot and sticky cum just came oozing out of her. Drenching my face, swallowing whatever bit landed in my mouth. I could suck  her all day.

“Good boy.” She mouthed frantically.
“Now go get me a towel so I can dry off.”

I spent the night tossing and turning, desperate to be free; to savagely fulfill her every aching need. Being locked up, I realized I am just as much of a fiend.





The walls are spinning, yet my vision is hyper-focused on her eyes; drawing all the attention out of the room.

They shine, they sparkle. They gleam a becon that destroys my insides and brings me back to my existence; weak and fragile, full of selfishness and wanting.

She smells of Midnight mixed in with a swirl of romance on her softest of spots.
The profound scent of Peony with undertones of vannilla and raspberries; flooding my airways with such a lustful aroma. I am drunk, I have smelled the scent of heavens skin. There no more, there is no other.

Plans for the week.

Time for more conditioning.

After a debaucherous monday night with the Miss, I am now back in my cage. I had bought a new vibrater, one powerful wand to give more leg shaking orgasms. We played with that all night, I fucked her until her eyes were rolling in the back of her head. Now im locked up again, well drained I might add.

 Meeting new people.

This friday coming up we will be meeting a couple. We have been talking to this couple in a swingers chat group for a while now. We thought we would make a night of it and invite them over to our place, have a few drinks and get to know them better. I dont think anything will transpire that night. But you never know. 

And if all goes well they will the first couple that we play with. There have been other couples willing. However we rather like this pair. They are very similar to us, enjoy many of the things we enjoy or look to try. They just have alot more experience than us when it comes to being with other couples. It’s nerving but comforting at the same time.

We made sure to take our time in getting to know people. I know that alot of people have some bad experiences at some point or another. I figured that we could avoid that as much as possible by being dilligent and not rushing into anything. Even though we are eager as we are shy.

Atleast one week please!

I am hoping that this week I will be able to enjoy the nice spring air, amidst the teasing. I wish that Mistress will do everything in her power to make my mind even more of a mess than it was last week, That we can last keeping me in my cage for atleast for a full week.

Starting over.

Starting over:

We decided to leave me out for the rest of the weekend. Starting the whole process over on monday. Hopefully with a little more restraint. Slip my slutty little cock back inside its cage. It just looks and feels so natural.

Intoxicated and numb in our extremities, we devoured one another. Rushed and hurried undressing, frantic breathing of two people losing their inhibitions.
I came first, as she rode me as if we were about to part ways for a while. As my payback for coming without permission the day before, she stayed on top and fucked me until she came herself. I was so sensitive and raw, shaking and moaning; falling apart to the aftermath of my release. 

On too a new week..

Mistakes, Mistakes.

Mistakes, mistakes:

Last night Mistress said that she would be dressing up to play with me tonight. Who doesn’t love a sexy teacher?
I remember in highschool there was this really gorgeous teacher. A Tall greek lady, amazionian in stature with wild hair, a fierce no bullshit attitude that put the fear of god in all the students.… Her fiery attitude didn’t scare me, it only strengthened what I knew back then. I love strong women, I was turned on by them.

We spent the night at her parents place in the country. Technically this was my fifth official day of lock up, at bed time I had asked if I could sleep with my cage off for the night. Zenith happily agreed. Once we laid down, she decides teasing would be in order. I was ordered to kneel in front of her as she caressed her throbbing clit with my swollen head, making it hard to keep my balance. I was told to enter inside of her and give her ten slow strokes, multiple times.

After that I was told to get off and lay next to her, suckling her nipples and she stroked my sensitive head with her hands. I had another accident. I did not feel my release coming, no build up, no warning. Mistress immediately smacked my cock for the misdeed. I was forced to clean up my mess that dribbled between her fingers and down her fore arm, licking up every last drop.

Now I am to be punished tonight when we arrive back home. I guess it will be cruel and grueling detention for me. I robbed Mistress of the chance to “make me explode.” 
I will without a doubt get on my knees and beg for forgiveness. This whole new dynamic has given me a loss of control. Maybe that is what this slave needs. A good hard lesson in control.

It is time to learn.

School is in session. The long tight black skirt, glasses, hair in a messy bun is coming out to play.

Apparently tomorrow night is a night to learn a lesson, maybe even two. All I know is I want to be a good student, a perfect little slut for my master. 

Please her every demand; satisfy every inch of her beautiful skin. Paying close attention to detail. Normally you would hope for an A, in this case im looking for a big giant O. Orgasm after orgasm, only the best for my love.

I want to be used…. No I need to be used like. good little fuck toy. I want to fuck My mistress until the bed is drenched in her happiness. Hoping that she will deny my orgasm. As much as I need to let loose, I need to be refused. I feel as if my ego is still too high. My confidence in my ability to sway is still great. I need to be put in my place, shown who is boss. 

I am not yet fully complacent, the training continues……

Please Mistress, please, please. I beg of you, teach me the lesson I so desperately need. 

Discovering Chastity ( A collection of stories – Day Three )

Day Three:

“I woke up before Thomas, I stared at his naked body. Looking at his caged cock made my clit throb. I love this more than he knows. Something about him groveling and falling apart under my control that fires up my engine. Today he is expecting some kind of mean and cruel punishment. So instead I will not give him any, I was reading about how this is all about me. His submission doesn’t mean I have to even lift a finger or exhaust my energy thinking of ways to discipline him. I can have him tend to me, pleasure me, administer his own spankings if I so wished. I can leave him fester in his arousal.
I watched his chest fall up and down with his light breathing. I was too excited, I had to rub one out. So I played with myself, inserting three fingers inside my moist hot hole, rubbing my aching clit. One orgasm…. Two orgasms…. Three orgasms, I kind of yelled out to loud on that last one and Thomas woke up.”

“Good morning love, where you just touching yourself?” Grinning from ear to ear, Zenith just got up and walked around the bed. Putting her hands on my face giving me a nice deep kiss. Running off to the shower without saying a word.

I followed her into the bathroom, “can I join you?” I screamed over the sound of the of the high-pressure shower head. Zenith poked her head out from the sliding door. “Come in you smelly boy.”
As soon as I stepped in another passionate kiss was laid on me. “Well you are in a good mood this morning.” “Of course I am, I just gave myself three lovely orgasms.” Of course she did, the only girl I know that masturbates as much as a man does.

“So I know you’re probably expecting some crazy kind of teasing today but that’s not going to happen. No…. I feel like being pampered today, first you can start by washing my body and hair and tonight when we get home, I would like a pedicure and a foot massage. Maybe if I am feeling generous I will take you out and I’ll stroke your big cock, but I’ll stop once you’re about to come. That’s all you will get today.”

“Yes Zenith, anything for you.” She hands me the shampoo and turns around. As soon as I started to massage her soapy scalp, I could feel her getting week, falling into me; using my body as support, my hands are big but they are soft and subtle to the touch. I always know the right spots to make her legs buckle.

“Thank you, now my body.” I grabbed the pomegranate scented body-wash and started from her ankles, slowly working my way up. Massaging her calves and back of her legs. Spending more time paying with her ass.  I wrapped my arms around her, massaging her slippery soapy breasts, I could do this for hours. Feeling the weight of them drop down into my palms. A nice C-cup perfect in size to fondle and to watch bounce up and down as your we fuck mercilessly. Now I’m just teasing myself.

“Alright that’s enough. I wouldn’t want you getting too worked up now.”

Before she even got home, I had everything prepare on the living room table. Nail polish (a nice shade of mauve), nail file. Machine that takes off all the dead skin, massage oils. And when she walked in I got to work.

We sat at oppisite ends of the couch. Her feet resting on my thighs. Working one foot at time. Her face contorts as my thumbs firmly trails the ball of her heel down her arch to the begging of her toes. Massing each to individually, her legs kicks from the over sensitive nerves. Not to brag but I give massages that would make your head spin.

“That’s a good boy, that felt amazing.” I know it did. Usually a good foot massage will get her all worked up. That is the reason I learned how to be so good with my hands.
“How about you get undressed and come put your head in my lap?” And I did exaclty that, Zenith stood up and undress too. When she sat back down I put my head in her lap and she played with my hair, tickled my chest and stomach by lighlty dragging her soft nails across. 

I noticed the key in her hand, she was unlocking me. When she pulled off both parts of the cage, I dont think it even took two seconds before I was as hard as can be.
“I bet that feels good doesn’t it little slave boy.”
“Yes Mistress Zenith it does.”
“Free at last, well for now anyway.” Her undertone shot right through me, making my hair stand on end. I made the most unsightly sound when she wrapped her beautiful fingers around my cock. Stroking it with long slow movements, it had me grunting like a bear. 

“Look at all that pre-cum dripping out of you. You must really be backed up already, my poor baby hasnt touched himself in a few days.” It wasnt long befor I could feel the build up starting, I cant tell you the last time I came that fast or almost came that fast. Sometimes she complained that I lasted to long.

I felt it, It was close. I was almost there, when stood up and climbed on top of me. Sliding on to my hard dick. Her pussy was so wet I could almost splash around in it. 

“I’m sorry she moaned, I can’t help it right now I need you.” With a few thrusts of her hips I exploded everything I was holding, filling her up in frantic bursts. It was such an intense climax that I was trembling. Extremey senstive from the aftermath. Zenith kept riding me. It always made her come even more after feeling me fill her up.

“Yes baby, I am almost there.” And with that she let go, her come seeping between both of our sensitive bodies. We just laid there lifeless for the next twenty minutes. 

New ideas are always fun.

This was in the book I was reading. I try to read as much as possible to keep the mind fresh, new writing ideas. New ideas to implement into our whole “Switch” dynamic.

​“C’mon, Mike, jerk that cock for me.” Crack! “Show me how you wanted to jerk off in the shower.” Crack! “Show me that huge load of cum you’re going to lick off my hand.” Crack! Mike was torn between his consuming desire to have his orgasm and bring his whipping to an end and the dread of being made to lick his own cum off Vicki’s hand. The orgasm, of course, won. As he bucked and flailed in the last throes before ejaculating, Vicki dropped the tawse and cupped her hand in front of his throbbing cock. The hot cum sprayed into her hand repeatedly while Mike screamed out and collapsed. She quickly moved her hand to his gasping mouth. “Lick it up! All of it! And remember what this feels like next time you even think about touching the cock I own.”

I was amused by the idea of having to clean up my own mess. Finishing in her hand, having to lick it all off. Maybe have her rub it all over my face and tell me how much of a little slut I am. Especially after being caged and denied a few orgasms for the the last few days, there should be a nice big load for me to experiment with.  What a disturbed perverted world we live in. And I love every part of it. And I love to share this all with yiu like minded people.

I asked my Mistress Zenith if this is something we can do and she said “If you are a good boy I dont see why not.”

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