I've always had a good relationship with my dicklet ever since I can remember. 

 I always loved the posters in the video shop window of all the filthy films they had to rent, it's where I first saw the female form and realised the effect it had on me.

As time went on, I got to reading sleazy stories in the Sunday rags about politicians and strippers, read the agony pages about cheats and tarty housewives. They were sexy and the pictures turned me on but a lot of the time I found myself wishing I was the women I was lusting over.

 I'm not a transgender or anything. I'm a male, if not a real man, it just turns me on wondering what it would be like to be one of the lovely, sexy women I'd looked at, read about, fantasised about.

 I was probably about ten when a holiday camp game of truth or dare  ended up with me being required to climb over a barbed wire fence with my cock out, and from then on I was hooked. I don't know quite how that progressed to tying my cock to various things in my bedroom and fantasising that the woman holding the scissors wasn't necessarily thinking of using them to cut me free.

I kept it a secret for many years until I discovered the joy of the internet in my twenties. Getdare led me to kinktalk and then I had to have a go. I got talking to a Mistress (I hope it was a Mistress, but it doesn't really matter) who set me some chores to do with my dicklet in bondage. It was such a sexy release to have someone tell me what to do. Uploading the pictures was exciting, nerve wracking and excruciating because the cock bondage was really starting to hurt and the upload was so slow - it took over an hour and I was instructed to stay tied to my chair, naked, until she'd seen the pictures and emailed me the okay to release myself.

That remained my only real experience outside of my bedroom until last year when I risked exposure at the local park. And uploaded pics for people to judge online. Then I did it at work, and uploaded the pictures again. I'd hoped for some real time instructions through the day but it wasn't to be.

Shortly after I discovered Imagefap. I migrated my kinktalk pictures and set myself a challenge.

I hope you lovely kinky people enjoy my exposure and take the chance to share with me fantasies you want me to incorporate into my adventure.

From time to time I will challenge myself to try and avoid incurring further forfeits to carry out when I go out to do it. Such as Friday when I failed two of thirteen tasks in the morning and four of fourteen tasks in the afternoon.

What do you think such failures should add to my penance?