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 all  that 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 for  at 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 punishment  on 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! :( 

When  she 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 of  the 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.