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…

Best to all,

The Dark Pervert