As most of you know, I was released from having to wear my chastity device last week, on the 8th, after three months of very restrictive chastity the first two months, then 33 days straight with nothing before the 8th. I can only say it feels fucking GREAT not having to wear the thing :) I’ve been jerking off like crazy almost every afternoon or evening. Doing captions, cum tributes, connecting with old friends as perverted as I am, and trying to track down those few real black girls who took an interest in me… before I was locked down.
I wanted to update this because, for so long I’ve heard the stories about chastity cuckold couples, you know the ones I’m talking about, where the husband bf slave loves being locked up, and all the attention he gets being edged, or humiliated in front of other women, or how the cage, the chastity device makes these guys more dedicated and attentive to there gf’s wives Dommes… after a few days locked up.
Maybe that’s true for them… but I for one have hated having to wear the thing. I was constantly on edge (not the good kind), constantly asking her when I could take it off, and some days… angry as fuck she still thinks this is funny.
When she said I could take it off, for maybe a week, I was enormously happy (to be brief). The next day I was on pins and needles (hope that still an expression), on my very best behavior hoping that that day wouldn’t be my last day of chastity free enjoyment of my own cock.
Every day since, I’ve noticed a significant increase, a heightened awareness if you will, to ensure she is happy in every way. Catering to whatever she says, without the slightest grumbling or complaint from my end. Kissing her big ole massive black booty, literally and figuratively, non stop, all to ensure I get one more day of freedom from that damn cage. I’ve promised complete a number of cum tributes this past week for men and their wives gf’s or seriously hot black bitches I couldn’t resist wanting to jerk off all over.
Yesterday afternoon. There was a call to the house, a man named Marcus, for her. A quick leave a message deal I’ve done dozens of times for her, and held my temper to get out of the cage. That time though, for whatever reason, the man calling for her left his number for me to give to her, then would not let me off the phone. Kept asking questions about her and me living together, and wondering why I wasn’t fucking her. Didn’t take long to figure out she’d told him we were only roommate friends… but the whole time I’m thinking how the hell do I get out of this without making my gf angry for what ever offense she might take if I was rude cutting him off on the phone. The whole time I was thinking, fuck me fuck me fuck me, this shit is going to get me in trouble. Back in the cage, fucked for another three months.
Then, he starts talking about her tits, and her ass, and how phat and wobbly they are, and how he can’t wait to nail her against the wall, lay his pipe to her (his expression, not mine). A few minutes later he’s asking me to agree with him… what he’s saying about her tits, and her ass, and how good it’ll be when she’ll on her hands and knees, head pushed down in the pillow, with that big ole ass up in the air… when he’s rippin’ that pussy up (again, his term). I’m agreeing with him, hoping the conversation will end soon, looking for an opportunity out, and still thinking fuck me fuck me fuck me. This is it, I am so done. This shit will get back to her, I know it.
But the conversation was ongoing, and every time I tried making an excuse to hang up, he would just say, yeah yeah, right, ok… but then right after it would be, oh hey… and another fucking question or statement he was insistent I respond too. Then… he wants to know if I know… what she likes, what she doesn’t… basically, the best way to get the bitch into his bed. Hell! I haven’t even fucked my gf yet, and there I was give this man I didn’t know, never met, and will probably never meet… all the best information I know of… to help him fuck her on their first date. (fuck me fuck me fuck me AGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!).
The point I’m trying to make here is… the stories I’ve read, and heard, from other guys wearing chastity cages, is all about how attentive the get after a few days wearing their device. How they do anything for their wives gf’s Dommes after those few days. For me, wearing the cage is a constant agonizing frustration. My attention span sucks. I’m always getting the paddle for one reason or another, and I’m constantly forgetting things, which again… leads back to her getting upset with me.
Now though, with the cage off, I’m so fucking attentive and dedicated to her happiness, I told another man the best way to get her in the sack, all because I want to NOT wear the fucking chastity cage again for a while :) This morning was day 8. A week +one day since she let me stop wearing it. Every word she uttered this morning I was absolutely 100 percent certain she was going to say… here you go (indicating it’s time to put my chastity device back on). Only, she didn’t. Don’t know if she just forgot… or doesn’t care… but every second, I was paying close attention to every single word she said, every expression, anticipating her every needs, rushing to get any little thing she wanted, faster than I’ve ever done before. And, hoping like hell the phone call I had, in no way shape or form, gets back to her.
My motivation to her, my heightened attentiveness, is because I want to keep jerking off like a normal person. More so than when she locks in chastity, for a few days.
Today is day 8, and I am looking forward to day 9,10,11,20…
Picked up my girlfriend from her new lovers house earlier this afternoon. She was so sore it took her a full fifteen minutes to walk to the door. I heard a few different mens voices inside the house laughing and arguing. When I asked her what was wrong, she told me to "shut up and mind my own damn business." Her new lover, the man I'd taken her to last night, he just laughed when my girlfriend cussed at me. I was just about to deck his ass when my girlfriend told me to go wait by the car. I know she saw how pissed I was.
I went to the car while she said her goodbyes to this asshole who'd abviously fucked her so hard, or mistreated her so badly, it hurt her physically. I stood by the car and contained my rage while I watched him push her up against the door-frame, put both hands around her neck, and stick his tongue down her throat. He seemed to be enjoying the physical discomfort she was clearly in. When she turned to step down the stairs, it looked like each step would the last before she collapsed. I ran up, grabbed her hand, slid my arm around her waist to support her, and helped her all the way back to the car. Once I had her safely in the front seat, she kissed me, and thanked me for being "so sweet."
The entire way home I tried asking what had happened, but the only meaningful thing she said was that, "they didn't do anything I didn't enjoy them doing."
"THEY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING"?!?!?!? They Didn't?!?!?!? Holy fuck!!! Would she really let three or four men all fuck her at the same time.... and still not let me fuck her fat black ass?!?!? Not once in almost 11 months?!?!? WHAT THE HELL AM i DOING?? Even when I didn't have a girlfriend I could at least hire a damn escort and fuck the bitch until I had a good nutt!!! But my girlfriend, who not only has my cock locked in this damn chastity cage for the past 24 days straight, but hasn't let me jerk-off on her legs, or her ankles, or her thighs, or her ass, or her tits for over two and a half months... She still refuses to even discus me fucking her!!!
It took me nearly twenty minutes to help her walk from the car, to our bedroom, where she closed the door in my face and asked me not to disturb her for any reason, until she called for me.
I think tonight I am going to have to have a serious discussion with her about... sex. Or, me getting, at the very least, one night a month to fuck her big ole fat black ass the way I deserve to do!!! It just isn't fair that she keeps fucking and sucking all those different men... and I can't get any. Like a normal person!
I’m on day seven, of a ten day chastity lockdown. This damn chastity cage got locked on seven days ago, and it’s not coming off until Thursday morning. That, in my girlfriends mind, is a reasonable penalty for forgetting to notify her of two calls (out of over a dozen I did give her) made to the house, for her, from other men.
I personally felt it was an honest mistake, but I had to call them back and apologize for not delivering their messages to her in a prompt and timely manner. Talk about a humiliating experience.Today at work I kept to myself, a lot, because at this point even the fat old black bitch in accounting started looking good to me last Friday. Spent the day working and exchanging a few emails with a magnificently well trained black K9 bitch owned by a white man in MD. That was fun :)But then went to my imagefap page to deleted some pics from a gallery. After that it was one fine as black bitches pic after another. Got so horney I was trying to jerk-off with my chastity cage on. Unsuccessfully of course.
At 5pm with my cock sore from rubbing and jerking that last few hours, I left work and arrived home at 5:30pm.
The minute I stepped through the door my girlfriend was on me. Butt as naked with those HUGE black titties bouncing and jiggling, her hair was done in a shoulder length cut earlier today, and it looked really good. I barely got out “How are you....” and she had her tongue in my mouth, big ole titties pressed up against my chest, her hands pulling and tugging to get my clothes off as fast as she could. She wanted to make-out. No discussion, no foreplay, just that look in her eye when she wants it so bad even I get some benefit from it :)
Once we hit the couch, both of us butt ass naked at this point, I started kissing licking and nibbling every inch of her dark chocolate body, from the tips of her toes, to the soft tender spot just behind her ears. Then, I worked my way all the way back down again, french kissing, sucking and nibbling her massive titties, sliding my tongue across her clit, fucking her with my tongue, licking her thighs and enjoying the hell out of her shuddering and shaking underneath me.
She forced my face into her wet pussy for a while, her fingers firmly clutching my hair so I only moved how she wanted me to. Pulling me by the hair up to french kiss her again. It was hot. Then... she reached down and started massaging my balls with her fingers, and nails. Light, like she wanted me to get hard, even though she wasn’t about to let me out of my chastity cage. She cupped my chastity cage in her palm, wrapped her fingers firmly around my balls, increasing her grip on both, then started kneading and squeezing my balls against my chastity cage in a constant swirling rhythm.
I reached down with my left hands and started fingering her black pussy the way she’s taught me too. When she finally let go of a 10 minute long french kiss, I started whispering all those things in her ear, I know get her off like a firecracker. I told her I loved every inch of her delicious dark chocolate figure, complemented her beauty in numerous ways, and told her how her breasts and nipples are the most succulent breasts I’ve ever had my lips on. And... asked her if she wanted a large thick throbbing 8(plus) inch cock sliding up into her cunt, instead of my fingers.
The one thing that absolutely drives my girlfriend over the edge, is me, talking to her, about another mans cock. Another man with an enormously impressive cock. Sliding up into her cunt, fucking her like the sexy black whore she was born to be. Once I feel her starting to get close to her orgasm, I’ll change the large thick throbbing 8 inch cock to a 10 inch cock, then 12 inches, then 14. I just keep telling her how good I know it makes her feel with allthat massively large pulsating cock forcing it’s way deep inside her again, and again, and again...
My fingers and my deliberate whispering in her ear, work in rhythm together. 9 times out of ten she reach her first orgasm somewhere between 10 and 12 inches. This afternoon I had just started to describe a 14 inch cock ripping it way past her soft tender pussy lips when she climaxed :)I kept up my rhythm with my fingers and started kissing the side of her neck until her first, and second orgasm passed. My cock was swollen inside my cock-cage, and I could tell my precum had started leaking over her fingers. Then I waited... because... after my girlfriend has her first set of orgasms, she always, always, Always, grabs my hair and forces my head between her legs. That’s where I know I’ll be forat least the next fifteen minutes. Tonguing and sucking her clit. Making slow circles, then long slow strokes across her clit in balance with the way she’s forcing her hips up, or pulling away.
Depending on how she’s breathing, and circling her hips under me, I know when to use a finger or two to slide slowly into her pussy, how hard or soft to suck on her clit, and waiting, working, and servicing her pussy until she reaches her second set of orgasms. This afternoon it was closer to ten minutes and I know she had another two orgasms by the way she let go of my hair, grabbed the inside of her thighs, twisted her hips to one side, squeezed both of her thick beautiful black thighs around my head, and started bucking and convulsing under my tongue while I grabbed hold of her ass and forced my face even deeper into her wet pussy.
Then after the waves of her second set start to pass, there always her inevitable slapping and forcefully attempting to push my head away from her clit. I always make sure I keep my grip locked on her ass, my face buried in her sweet delicious pussy, until I hear the unmistakable sound of her breathless attempts at laughing out loud. When she’s laughing and struggling to get away, then, I know she’s satisfied with my performance.
The swelling and pain in my cock had passed by then, but all I could think of was asking her if I could “please, please fuck her, just once!” To tell her how desperately I need to feel my cock inside her. But I know her rules about me asking for sexual favors, out of turn, when she hasn’t specifically asked me first, if there’s something I would like to do. And, given that I still have three more days left locked in this damn thing, I held my tongue the way she told me too. Curled up with her on the couch, and snuggled with her until she felt like doing anything else.
Something like an hour later, about 8pm, I heard her say to go get one of the long handle wooden spoons from the kitchen. At first I’m thinking no, no way she said that, but then she turned her head back towards me and asked did I hear her. When I asked if she meant the big wooden mixing spoons she just said, “uhu.” then, a second later she told me, she’d gotten a call from Darryl, or Darnell, earlier today about how he’d gotten a call from me, and in his opinion, my apology for forgetting to give her his original message over a week ago, was half-hearted, insincere, and totally lacking in any remorse for disrespecting both him, and her, for not giving her the message the day he called.
Took me a second. There were about a hundred things going through my head right then. Not to mention that I’d already apologized to that s.o.b. a few days ago, and now she was expecting me to humiliate myself all over again. And of course, the spanking I knew was coming my way for that whole mess. I almost jumped off the couch when she flinched to look back at me. Headed toward the kitchen, heard her say to get the phone on the way back, grabbed the wooden mixing spoon, and the phone, then handed her the phone and turned away from her so she could get a clear swing at my ass.
Then she says, “no, no. lay down here (in front of the couch), and hold that thing up so those nutts are right here.” Right here meaning directly below where she was laying down so she could easily swing and hit my balls with the wooden spoon with any trouble at all. Here I thought, was mentally prepared for, and fully expected another spanking. But, she switch her most often penalty or punishmenton me.I laid down, pulled the cock-cage up to my stomach so my balls were lifted up high for her to do with whatever she wanted too.
Now I gotta say this for those that don’t know. Having your testicles tapped, swatted, or popped with a wooden spoon while they’re pressed up against a steel chastity cage... That shit hurts. :(
She experimented for maybe... 10 minutes. I know, now, she was looking for just the right amount of force to use to make me jerk, or cringe, with each strike. Or rapid succession of strikes. Without making me actually double over and roll away, in self defense. That part hurt, A Lot! :(
Whenshe did finally find just the right amount of force to use, all she said was, ”you can dial anytime now baby.”
Long story short, I got my nutts swatted, popped, and tapped the entire time it took me to reiterate my apology in a more sincere manner, to a man I’ve never even met before, including that I was also sorry for disrespecting both him, and my girlfriend, for disrupting their communication with each other, and for not expressing my first apology to his full and complete satisfaction. He, then, told me to tell my girlfriend he wanted her to land one good hard knock with that spoon, on my nutts, to remind me that his calls to her are not to be fucked with anymore.
I just handed her the phone after that, closed my eyes, and repeated to her what he wanted. They talked for a minute, I felt her hand grab hold of my cock-cage, and then that sharp searing pain jolted through my balls like lightening. Followed almost instantaneously by a second quick hard whack from that wooden spoon. It was lights out from there. Doubled over. Clutching my balls. The searing pain, and the sensation of tears rolling down the side of my face. I heard her laughing, then she was on top of me. Kissing my neck, working her way to my lips. Her tongue slid into my mouth again while I was choking back the moans. Her hand went down to my aching balls. When I tried to turn away she dug her nails into the back of my hand, pulling and forcing me to lay on my back. On the floor. There in front ofthe couch. She put her head on my chest and just waited there with me until she could slowly move my hands away from my balls, so she could massage them again herself.
She said she was proud of me for taking it like a man, and that I am the best non-sexual boyfriend she has ever had.
I intended to start this blog by telling everyone I told my girlfriend about the liberties I took with her a couple weeks ago, when she was drunk and passed out. But then I met this phenominal young black girl online a few days ago, and owning up to what I did to her, my girlfriend, would fuck up my chance to get with this younger black girl.
I did ensure she was a “real live black girl” by getting proof in the way of requesting she make and hold a sign for me to verify. She did :) And, the sweet lil huney was naked too :) Shhhhwinggggg :) Been excited about her ever day since then. Oh and she’s cool with raceplay too!! (up to a point) TriFecta :)
Wasn’t until Saturday night I was able to be sure she was who she said she was, And I really really want to jerk off on her pics :) I knew I’d get unrestricted permission from my girlfriend, which I do get when I contact a “real live black female” and I can prove it :) Then I am free to jerk off on her as many times as the sweet lil huney will let me :)
The only problem was that my girlfriend had already gone out by Saturday night, and I knew better than calling her on the phone when she’s with some other guy. I was hyped all Saturday night, and Sunday morning. Just aching to get this chastity cage off and start jerking-off live crazy :)
She’d told me she’d be home by 8, maybe 9am (sun). But then it was 10, 11, then noon. At 20 past noon she comes home and she looks as though she hasn’t slept all night. She’s moody, and cranky, and has that look that everything I’m saying is annoying her. I tried being patient, very very patient, but the thought of spending even a few minute with an 18yo black girl just kept pushing its way to the front of my brain, and I was missing what my girlfriend was talking about.
She started telling me about the man she was with. How they didn’t get to his place until 4am. How he just kept wanting to fuck all night, and how exhausted she was. The whole time, I’m hanging up her clothes, starting her bath, listening patiently trying to keep my perverted thoughts to myself. But then, she wanted me to massage her breasts with cocoa butter while she close her eyes for a minute. Damn she has magnificent big black udders.
I was about ten minutes in I guess, andmy cock was aching in this cage from the little black girl,and my girlfriends soft dark flesh undulating under my fingers... it was agony trying to hold it back... and then I couldn’t wait a minute more. I said it kind of low and nonchalant at first. Telling her I’d met a young black girl online, and confirmed she’sreal, and started to ask if I could get out of this chastity device... sometime later Sunday (hopefully) when she was rested and more alert.
She was just agreeing with everything I said under her breath just saying,“uhu, yeah, uhu, whatever”... I remember thinking in my head, “YES!!! I”M IN!!! FUCK YEAH!!!” But then after a minute I heard that ominous, “wait... what?” Then I had to explain everything all over again, while she was fully alert and paying attention to me. I kept slowly kneeding and massageing the cocoa butter into her udders, but I averted my eyes from hers, then repeated everything I’d just told her, again, so she could hear me clearly. There was a minute go by, then two, then I took a quick look over at her eyes to see what she was thinking, (or if she’d fallen asleep). Her eyes had this cold blank stare...and then a minute later she said, “fine. later. when I wake up. and after you get the paddle.”
In my hyper-excited state I completely forgot about the damn rules. Her rules. If I meet a real live black woman / girl online, and I can prove it to her with just a picture, I get to have my cage off at night to jerk-off on the girls pics. For a few hours if I want. Before we go to bed, and it goes back on. All that is great!!! But the other half is I get the paddle, for the same reason. Well worth it, but still, it’s hard to tell how long I’ll get it for. She’s annoyingly inconsistent in how long a paddling session will be from one time to the next. And it’s humiliating as hell having to bend over, or kneel down, and just take it, until she decides she’s done.
6PM, she wakes up, showers, has me make her breakfast and coffee, then calmly tells me,” you know... Gerard (the guy she was with Sat night) whupped on my ass like he was trying to break a horse.” Another cold long stare, and then, “is the bitch worth all that to you.” I just stuttered something even I can’t remember what I was trying to get out at first, coughed, and told her, “yes. please?” I think that was the first time I heard her laugh Sunday. I waited till she finished her breakfast, cleaned up and washed the plates, then waited another hour before she felt like giving me the paddle. (That shit can hurt too). Spent nearly an hour and a half on my knees in front of the couch while she took her sweet damn time just paddling away. She’d swat me once then nothing for a few minutes. Then there’d be 6 or 7 in a row. Just however and whenever she felt like swatting me, she did, until she was done amusing herself. The last 7 or 8 were especially hard. She does that every time she’s finishing up. If I’m not yelping, or grunting hard enough, she always hits harder.
When she was done, it was close to 10PM. She gave me the key and I ripped the damn cage off. My ass is sore, but I got a smile on my face a mile wide. I’m so ready to jerk-off for this sweet little black girl, Pretty Babey, I’m almost running towards the hall to my office. She says something and I turn because I didn’t make it out. I remember saying, “What? What can I do for you baby? You need something?” I am noticeably super excited at that point,and her words kind of echo in my head for a minute... “I’m going to bed at 11. Don’t be up too late.”
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Fuck Me!! Fuck Me!! Are you shitting Me!!! God Damn a Bitch!!! (in my head of course) Fucking Cock-Teasing Cock-Blocking Black BITCH!!! AAAAggggghhhh :)(Yeah, that was in my head too).
What I actually said was, “sure baby, no problem.”
When My girlfriend goes to sleep,or tells me she’sgoing to bed at whenever, that’swhen I have to put my fucking cage back on. :(Fuck Me, Fuck Me, Fuck Me.
Then I get online and have to explain to this beautiful sexy 18yo Fine Azz black girl (who’s into raceplay) why I can’t use the skype, or yahoo msngr, or c2c to talk to women / girls, because it’s another one of my girlfriends rules.
Like I said, it was a tough day, yesterday...
and there is no way I'm telling my girlfriend about cumming on her ass,or pushing my cock between her thighs while she was passed out drunk the other week. Not until I've had me some Pretty Babey :) I will tell her. Just not right this minute.
My apologese to all my friends for the long delay. It has been an incredible month!! My girlfriend has been very *very* good to me ;)
I do still wear my chastity cage for a good portion of the day. But over this past month I have cum so many times on her succulent black Legs, Feet, Thighs, and Calves, I've hardly had time for anything else except for being completely devoted to her every need :)
There was even one very enjoyable evening she came home very late, and very drunk :) She passed out on the bed half naked after allowing me to take my cage off :) You can believe I seized the opportunity to cum all over her magnificent big black juicy donkey booty :) I rubbed my cum into her ass with my cock and my hands, and she barely even reacted :) It was Fan-fuckin-tastic!!! There were a few times I even pushed my cock in between her thighs and felt the head of my cock brush against the fine dark hair of her pussy :)
I was too afraid she would somehow find out if I actually siezed the opportunity to fuck her just once. Something she has made very very clear to me she is never going to let me do. But I swear... had I know just how out of it she really was that night, I would have plowed that nappy black pussy until I busted a nutt deep inside that bitches cunt :)
She still has no idea I did what I did while she was passed out, and I am looking very very much forward to the next time the opportunity presents itself :) I cleaned her up afterwards leaving no trace on her or the bed sheets.
I am so very very lucky she allowed me out of my chastity cage before she passed out!! Yay!!! :)
These past few days she has become less and less interested in letting me out of my cage as often. But I am forever greatful to her for giving the opportunity to cum 2 or even 3 times a day for the past month or so. I love her :)
Now that my exccessive masturbating is coming to a slow down as it were, I will update more often.
Thanks to all who read this and leave their valuable insights and suggestions :)
My 40th day in chastity. This update replaces the one I made on the 20th. I realize now that the comments I made about my girlfriend being a fucking bitch were too harsh.
We did have a long talk last Monday, as she promised. I told her I couldn't wear this cage one day longer, and I wanted so much to fuck her just once. She was very understanding but asked if I could wear this damned cage for just one more week while she decided if a sexual relationship with me was something she wanted.
I told her in no uncertain terms that there has to be some type of compromise. That keeping me locked in this thing without any indication of when I could take it off was (is) too damn hard to do.
I realise now I did a lot of complaining that day. much more so than I should have.
She promised me that if I could make it until Monday the 27th, tomorrow, she would at least let me take the cage off to jerk-off if i needed too. So there is that to look forward too. Whether or not she will let me jerk-off on her, or have sex with her is still up in the air right now :)
My 31st day locked in chastity :( I took the advice of several people and attempted to talk with my girlfriend about 1) being kept in this cage without any indication of when she might let me out, and 2) that I was thinking about cutting the lock off my chastity device if I couldn’t cum soon. She was upset that I demanded to talk with her about any of it, primarilybecause I was bothering her while she was getting ready to go out for the night. All ofwhich I knew would cost me, but can’t take this much more.
I can’t explain exactly how she did it, but somehow during our argument she undid my belt, unzipped my fly,slid her hand into my boxers and wrapped her hand around my balls. That’s when I felt her squeeze down hard with her nails. There’s a minute or two here where I have no idea what she was saying. I just know I missed it completely while I was trying to remember how breath again. When I did feel her ease up a little, she was staring at me withthis cold look on her face waiting for something I was supposed to be saying but didn’t know what the question was.
I couldn’t even drop to my knees because of the grip she had on my balls. I remember starting to beg her to please let me jerk-off again the way she used to let me do... but right then I felt her nails dig in again. A lot more pain, then my knees buckling right before I hit the floor.
I know a lot of guys who somehow can take a lot of ball punishment, but mine are super-sensitive. I apologized profusely and begged her not to hurt my balls again for what seemed like forever. When I felt her hand slap my forehead I finally realized she was telling me that we’d discuss this on Monday. That she’d listen to what I had to say. But not until Monday. There was some more cussing about trying to ruin her night, then her asking me if I loved her enough to not bother her with this again until then.I agreed with everything she said, promising her I wouldn’t do or say anything until she decides to talk about it Monday, when she isn’t going out.
Spent the next half hour at least just trying to get from the floor to a sitting position on the bed while she was finishing her makeup and hair. Heard her phone ring, then her friend and her talking about some event at a nightclub by the river. How her friend had plans for one special man who they were going to meet, but all the others were hers if my girlfriend wanted them. There was a lot of laughing between them whenever my girlfriend expressed how understanding I was about her going out and having fun. How a lot of men are very possesive, and how nice it is to have such a non-jealous type boyfriend tracking her down at night. There was a lot of laughing between them at my expense for a while. But I really do love her. That and the fact I didn't want my balls completely destroyed tonight kept me from saying anything just then.
When she finished, and had her coat in hand, she asked me howshe looked. I stood up telling her she is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. How her delicious curves would drive any man crazy. She smiled and kissed the air in front of my face. When I reached my hand up to kiss her she told me not to mess with the lipstick. She let me kiss her neck, then help her put her long coat on. Her big round ass looks awesome even with a coat covering it, I wrappedmy arms around her waist and pulled her back against me, I just couldn’t resist, and told her I loved her again. My caged cock pressing against her stunningly thick black ass under that coat. She laughed and reminded me not to mess up her hair.She’s out now. At some nightclub. Dancing with I don’t know how many men, or when she’ll even get home. If she does come home at all tonight.
Am I wrong thinking I should at least be allowed to jerk-off once a day? Or at least when she goes out by herself? That would be more than fair right? Is it really that wrong to expect to be able to at least cum on her leg, or her ass, or her big phat black titties, once a week?? Or a Great Fucking blowjob from my own girlfriend once a month??
I promised her I’d wait until Monday. But after that, one way or the other, this damn chastity cage is coming off.
Day 30. It's been exactly one month since my girlfriend stopped letting me take my chastity cage off for a while. I thought for sure 30 days would have earned me at least some time out of this. I don't know if I can do this for her any more. I do love her. But this is just too much.
If she doesn't let me cum this week, at least on her leg, I am thinking of breaking up with her. Don't know what else I can do at this point.
New Year / New Challenges / New Opportunities Jan 02 2014
My girlfriend suggested I start keeping a journal of my "self-imposed" life of chastity. Which implies I want to be kept in chastity, when I really (really) don't.
I should probably start with why I'm wearing a chastity cage, or rather, why she keeps me locked in one.
When I met my current girlfriend, I knew I never had a chance with her. She's incredibly outgoing, and I'm very introverted (not to mention excessively perverted).
I gathered the courage to ask her out (about six months ago). Never expecting to get anywhere with her, I wore a chastity cage, which I'd done on varoius occasions in the past, purelly for my own self amusement. Never as a lifestyle choice.
The evening of our first date went exceptionally well. Better than I'd imagined it would ever go. She thought I was funny. A beautiful, full-figured black woman with curves in all the right places. Huge juggz. A face and figure that constantly remind me of the porn-actress Crystal Clear; only with a much darker complexion.
At one point, still at the resturant, she leaned over and cupped my crotch with her palm. When she squeezed down with her fingers and held my chastity cage (along with my nutts), I knew I was fucked. The first thing that went through my mind was that I was seconds away from being publicly humiliated in front of 40 or 50 people, and I was so fucked.
A second later I reached down, tried to move her hand gently off my crotch, and then heard heard say flatly, "don't... even think about it.
I sat there with my head down. Shaking my head. Waiting for the moment of my ultimate embarrassment, which was going to happen any second. Then the seconds seemed to stretch into minutes, with her hand exploring the cage through my slacks. She tugged, and twisted, and squeezed, and pulled, and pushed down on my cage which made me mad. But at the same time I just kept thinking, I am so fucked, I am so thuroughly royally fucked. She's going to make a scene any second, and I am so thuroughly completely fucked.
Then I heard her say, "you're not gonna say anything??" Which jarred me out of my (i'm so fucked) moment, and realizing I'd not heard what she asked I quietly apologized and asked her to repeat what she said.
When I looked up from my crotch, she didn't seem angry, or upset, or mortified. She was holding her drink in one hand, twirling it calmly, while still maintaining her (very effective) grip on my chastity cage. She asked me very calmly, "what is it... and why the hell are you wearing it?"
I remember stammering at first. Then told her it was a chastity device. I told her I knew there was no way I was ever going to get anywhere with a woman as beautiful as her. I told her I wore the cage because I was sick, and perverted, and just thought wearing it would keep things interesting for me. and I apologized for what seemed like a long time.
I was still apologizing when I heard her say, "stop... so you can't fuck in that thing?"
For the briefest of moments I thought I was about to get truly lucky. I smiled and said "sure! Just need to take it off." :)
She said, "no."
Since that night: we've become very close. She lives with me now, and she's my girlfriend :) Before her I'd spent that last decade paying for sex from escorts in vegas or chicago. But now I'm living with a beautiful black woman with amazing juggz, a big ole round booty, and I don't have to pay her.
The down side is she's never let me go a day since that first night without wearing my chastity cage.
At first it was half the day, then just at night, then 23hrs day, then taking it off and putting it back on three to four times a day. She used to give me blowjobs occasionally, until I was hard, then I could cum on her ass, or her amzaingly soft juggz. Then for a while she gave me handjobs, until I was hard, then told me to go away and finish by myself, somewhere else.
A couple of months ago she changed it too: letting me out of my cage so I could jerk-off in another room, before we went to bed. Then last month, on the 15th, she just stopped letting out of my cage completely.
Thanks to an imagefap friends gf's suggestion (a few months back), my girlfriend had me purchase her a large wooden spanking paddle. Which she uses when I "bug" her too much about sex, or jerking-off, or cumming on her.
The most frustrating part is that she's constantly teasing me. We're intimate almost every day. She loves talking about sex! Constantly asking me if I want her soft warm lips wrapped around my cock. Asking me if I'd enjoy feeling my cock sliding up inside her warm wet pussy. Getting off on me telling her how much I want her. Making love to me without actualy having sex...
But the minute I bring up getting out of my cage, on my own, without her initiating things... out comes the paddle, and I just have to stand or kneel and take it until she's done.
Day 18 now, without getting out of this damned cage :(
She knows I'm addicted to porn, and jerking-off, and she used to let me jerk-off to personal requests for tributes from "real" women, or couples, or someones gf or wife. If their also women of colour... but haven't gotten one of those requests for 18 days either.
I will say for the record for whoever finds this, I do love her a lot. My girlfriend. She accepts me for who I am. A perverted twisted freak. Without ever making me feel embarrased about it.
I just wish... I could fuck that big beautiful juicy black ass of hers like she's a $200 an hour vegas stripper :)
I've noticed that there are lot of fake profiles with girls/women who upload a couple of "selfie"pics of "themselves" and says something like, "cum on me guys I love cum tributes!"
Now if you really want to do a quick check to see if the girl/woman is real, or not, there are a couple of fast and easy ways to investigate if "her" pics are real, or fake, or stolen. It doesn't always work for every image; but at least you'll have an idea of what, or who, you're dealing with. The first method I recommend is:
1: Google her pics!
1. Open a new tab in your web browser, and go to Google.com
2. Look for "Image" on the top left of the page and click on it. This will take you to the Google Image Search page.
3. In the search window (box) in the middle of the page, look for the small "camera" icon towards the right-hand side of the search box. Click on the small "camera" icon, and it will take you to the Search By Image page.
4. On the Search By Image page, click on "Upload an image" just to the left of the center of the page.
5. Use the "Browse" button to select the file you want searched.
The image will now be uploaded to Google & searched. If the image is somewhere else on the web. Chance's are that Google will find it. And you can see for your self if they are stolen or not. And, usually, when they were first posted online, before.
Often people take images from different websites with thousands of images of girls or pornstars and then claim that they are their own images. For sure Google Image Search is not bullet proof But it's a good place to do a quick check.
2: Install Tin Eye plug-in
1. Go to www.tineye.com
2. install the Tin Eye plug-in for your web browser.
3. Re start your browser.
4. Got to the image you want to search for.
5. Right click on the image & choose "Search image on Tin Eye" in the scroll down menu.
A new tab will open and it will go to www.tineye.com and search for similar images. Now the Tin Eye method is a little quicker but not as accurate as the Google method. But to combine different methods are never a bad thing to do.
I hope you learn something from of this post. If you've got any questions please reply and I will see if I can help you answer them.
3: RevEye.
I've heard about a third addon for Google Chrome users that you might want to try. Its called RevEye. Now I haven't tried that on my self yet but it might be worth looking into if you are using Google Chrome already.
