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My own fantasy part 1
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My own fantasy part 1 Inches from my face throbbing and twitching in anticipation was a rock hard cock, the one eyed head staring directly at me anxiously waiting for me to do what I must. My mistress had the video camera rolling so that the world would be able to watch me as I suck my first cock. Viewers across the globe would be able to witness my humiliating experience as my manhood was further stripped away, though to the viewers it would just be something that helped them get aroused sexually for those who enjoyed man on man sex. I stared at the cock a bit longer, wondering what it was going to feel like touching it with my lips, my tongue, feeling it sliding into my mouth. I guess I was going to find out. I am not into men. I wish it was my beautiful Mistress’ hot wet pussy that I was about to taste, or even her strap on so that I could perform simulated oral sex with a cock for her entertainment, but it wasn’t. This was a man’s cock bobbing in front of me and as much as I wish this wasn’t about to happen, I couldn’t deny that my own cock was swollen and twitching though it could not become rock hard as it was constricted by the steel chastity cage that had been its home for two months and counting. I could feel the cold steel pressing against my straining cock fighting to be free of its encasement, but knowing it will never be able to break through that constricting chrome prison. How did I get to this situation? I’m not a bad guy. In fact I am well liked by family, friends and even acquaintances. I’ve been told what a great guy I am by many but for some reason this has never helped me find a good woman to love. I’m not a greek god in looks, but I’m not ugly either. An average shmoe with a fairly decent body as I’ve always kept in shape I just cannot seem to find a woman to love, or more correctly find a woman to love me as I love her. Is that so much to ask? The women that have been interested in me are not what I am looking for and so I remain alone. I would rather be alone than with the wrong person, but that doesn’t help when the animalistic desires of men start coming into play. When they do I end up perusing pornographic websites or calling phone sex lines to get myself off. Though this satiates my physical needs, it does nothing for my mental or emotional needs. It just leaves one feeling empty. I have found the longer one has to rely on masturbation for sexual release, the more experimenting one has to do to keep it interesting. More toys, playing on camera for the entertainment of others, and posting pictures and videos of myself helped up the level of sexual excitement, but still left me feeling empty after the initial thrill was over. Things changed for the better when I met my Mistress. A beautiful and<b> sexy woman </font></b>with whom I felt I could share my personal secrets with. She listened intently when I spoke of what I wanted in life. She also told me what she was looking for. She liked being in control for one thing. She liked to push men to their sexual limits and beyond. She also was not one to commit to one man. She enjoyed men too much to be limited to one. She was not offering me love, but she was offering me sexual fulfillment. At this point in my life after decades of loneliness, I would take whatever I could get, especially from a woman who turned me on so much. I would do whatever I had to to be a part of this woman’s life. By this point in my life I had experimented with orgasm denial though only on my own and found the thought of getting a woman off was much more of a desire for me than getting myself off. To hear a woman’s moans, to feel her warmth and wetness was what I desired more than just getting myself off. My Mistress wanted me to prove I was sincere. Bringing out a chastity cage and putting it on the table in front of me one night she promised me that if I were to wear it, I would experience all that I had fantasized about when I was alone staring at porn on a computer screen. If I were to put it on right now she would allow me to see her beauty completely naked for the first time. I would be allowed to touch and caress her everywhere, and most importantly to taste her. Either that or I could just go home tonight and stroke my cock dreaming about seeing her naked body and bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. The stark choice was either jerking off again like a loser, or enduring chastity in order to experience this hot<b> sexy woman. </font></b>The choice was easy. I picked the chastity cage. |
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