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, and  my 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’s  real, 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’s  going to bed at whenever, that’s  when 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.