First off, I want to apologize for this embarrassingly long time it took me to post this next entry. Although I had a lot of things going on, I was getting a bit lazy, to tell you all the truth. But that is no excuse, and because of my laziness I have decided to punish myself and pospone my weekly milking for two weeks (if you have any other ideas for punishment, or if you think that I should go even longer without a milking because of my behavior, please send me a message with your ideas; deadline for your suggestions is April 4th, 2012).

I also want to take this opportunity and thank Nick Carraway for urging me to continue with this blog, and if something as inexcusible as this happenes again, I hope you will step in and MAKE ME do another post, Nick, and please be more harsher and more strict with me next time, to get my juices (and imagination) flowing.

And so, after these two apologetic paragraphs, onto my story for this entry.

As you all know, I don't masturbat, and I'm a 24-year-old virgin still living at home with his twenty-years older, cool, vital and very sexy parents. Shocking, isn't it? Well, I haven't masturbated for almost two years now, ever since I got into T&D and Chastity way of life. I've always been a femdom (especially momdom) fetishist, so chastity play only elevated my sick fantasies about my own mother (a beautiful brunette in her mid-forties) as well as father (a handsome, dominating man two years older than mother) to a whole new, even more twisted level. Following that, I secretly managed to purchase a pink cb-3000 and an anaeros of the regular series later on.

And so, I started denying myself any sort of normal sexual pleasure, training my mind and body and reprogramming it in a sense to only respond to anal stiumaltion, first with fingers, and later with the mentioned anaeros (although I still use fingers to tease myself everyday). And, after a half a year or so, I finally did it: I completely cut off my until then excessive masturbation habit of 3 times a day, everyday, or more. I first started giving myself three milkings a week with the anaeros while my cock was securely locked up in the pink plastic cage, but soon managed to shift to just once a week on Sundays. If for any reason at all I failed to milk myself that day, I forced myself to wait until next week for another shot. I was very strict to myself (and still am, I'm proud to say), and I loved it, because I had imagined that my mother, provided she knew I was keeping my cock lockedup, would aprove of this schedule. It was a great turn on for me.

I like to fantasize about me, usually on all fours, dressed in my mother's suspenders and bottom lingerie, my (or rather her) lacy panties to the side as I push the anaeros into my jiggling, tight virgin ass with my left hand, while the right remains at the floor to keep the balance. My breathing is heavy under the heavy, black BDSM mask which emits a powerful smell of leather and sweat, as my mother sits in front of me, smoking her smil cigarettes, her legs crossed and her right shoe presented to me to lick and clean, while she talks dirty to me about how I'll never get a pussy, let alone a steady relationship with a girl, and how I'll always be a loser gimp and a sissy (which is probably how it's gonna be for a s long as I'm alive). And when I approach the 'climax'  (if you can call a pee-like sensation devoid of any sexual gratification whatsoever when you milk yourself a 'climax'), I would then have to ask mother for a permission to let my smelly, thick and filthy spunk out on the floor, the only place where it deserves to be (as well as in my balls and mouth, when I have to lick the floor and clean it after the session, of course).

But, apart from that sick fantasy (and I few others that I'll talk about in my next entry), another very powerful one I sometimes think about when fingering my assis to be tied up by my parents and forced to watch then having sex, after which they would lock me upin our basement, where they would keep me like a gimp slav, to use me for anything they wish, anytime they wish. They would 'force me' to orally please them both, while father would sometimes give me a reward if I'd be exceptionally obedient, and administer his 'natural milking sessions' by fucking me with his cock, which is, by the way, somewhat smaller than mine, and that's what makes me even hornier; knowing that I have the biggest cock in our family, but which is always kept under lock and key, denied any kind of stimulation, especially (God-forbid) sex, which my parents would have as much as possible, while keeping the key to my cock cage, making me even more frustrated.I would trade my 'normal' life for this fantasy in a heartbeat.

So this is one of my favorite fantasies that I often think about during my weekly milking. It rarely changes, because I find it too hot and too twisted to change anything, out of fear of potentially making it lighter or 'more normal' in any way. I would never want that. God no.