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Today was a good day

Today was a good day

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gayboykink:

Note: This somehow became a looong detailed story, so I’ll put a TL;DR summary at the end. =P

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You know, it’s been a while since I wrote something more extensive about how bf and I are progressing with our kink journey, so I thought it’d be time for a bit of an update. Especially because after our trip to London, my boyfriend has been more dominant and experimental than ever and today’s activities really show how we (but mostly my bf) seem to be taking certain things to the next level. I’ll explain…

My boyfriend told me that he wanted to give me a special day this Sunday, because we didn’t really got to celebrate my birthday yet. I thought he’d go for a night at the cinema or some shopping or dinner activities, but when he took his rubber suit on Saturday evening to wash and prepare it for the day after, I knew he was up to something different. Every time he had worn his rubber, resulted in some serious sub play for me. Clamps, foot worship, spanking and throatfucking are just a few examples…

So this morning, even before we got out of bed, he asked me if I wanted to play ‘the first game’. Apparently there were more to come and my mind went in overdrive trying to figure out what he had in store for me today. Of course I wanted to play – breakfast could wait – and he took his shiny rubber suit. I watched how he got dressed which was a tease on its own. Then bf took the handcuffs and the open gag which he both locked on me. With the chain collar and chastity I’ve been wearing relatively permanently the past week, I was now only wearing lockable gear which enhanced the sensation of utter submissiveness. He locked the cuffs behind my back before undoing the CB so I couldn’t touch myself. I quickly got hard, and it didn’t took him long to get me teased, frustrated and dripping. He made me hump some things, he spanked me fairly lightly and played a lot with my nipples, which got me moaning and drooling through my gag. Bf wasn’t focussing on my dick at all, until he came back from the bathroom with an object I mainly recognised from bf’s experimentation with sounding. My eyes widened and I moaned a bit in my gag. I never said sounding is a limit for me, but it definitely scares me as I couldn’t imagine it being comfortable, let alone enjoyable. Bf removed the gag and asked if I was ok with it. I hesitated, but I knew he would be sensible enough to not hurt me and to stop when I would ask him to. ‘Sure’, I said as I closed my eyes and laid back with my hands still cuffed behind my back. I tried to relax and focus on the sensation that was about to come. Bf took some lube and to my surprise I felt the tiny smooth plastic handle (I don’t know how to describe it otherwise) slide in without much friction. In my head I was telling myself it couldn’t be that bad, as people get catheterisations all the time without any analgetics, but it didn’t help much, haha. I didn’t dare to watch, but I was relieved there was not much pain on the initial entry. Bf asked if I was doing ok, reapplied lube, and started moving the thing up and down, slooowly going deeper. Or at least I think he went deeper, because I didn’t watch. At some point there was a bit of burning sensation which wasn’t that comfortable.. So I asked bf to stop and he did. When he tried again, I noticed how the first bit just feels a bit weird, but rather enjoyable. The pain only comes when he pushed further. We played for ten minutes before we decided it was enough for my first sounding experience. I got up and bf showed me how he took the object’s full 7 cm which was impressive actually… I asked bf how deep he was in when he sounded me, but he didn’t tell me. ‘It doesn’t matter how many centimeters you took, it’s about the sensation’, he said. He’s right, but I still wanna know. =P
Game one was over. Bf played some annoying music to get me soft (a new technique he uses XD), locked the CB back on and ordered me to make us some sandwiches for breakfast, which I happily did.

Short after our breakfast he told me to stand in front of the bed if I was ready for part 2. Again I had no idea what to expect, but when he took the long nylon bondage rope I knew what he was up to. With the 15 meters of rope he tied an improvised body harness that fitted snugly around my chest. While tying the last knot he said: ‘I hope it’s secure enough, because we’ll be wearing our naughty suits under our clothing when we’ll be going out this afternoon.’ That was a surprise! I’ve been wearing naughty stuff under my clothes all the time (plugs, undies, chastity, collars and even a rope harness!) but I never expected my bf to be daring enough to wear his rubber in public, even when it’s hidden.
So, about fifteen minutes later we headed out to the bus. Bf with his rubber under his clothes and me with my rope harness, chastity and fairly visible chain collar. The harness was exactly uncomfortable enough to be a constant reminder of our kinky secret. I also liked to stroke bf’s chest and legs through his clothes. I was leaking in my pants just from the experience. We spend a few hours in the city centre eating some cake, drinking tea and shopping a bit before heading back home. I held my pee as long as I could because I was afraid it’d burn like hell after the sounding experiment, but after drinking some tea I couldn’t hold it… and thank god I didn’t feel a thing! XD

Back home we had dinner while still wearing rope and rubber under our clothes. We talked about kinks and mainly pup play. One of the subjects was pup names. Bf already came up with a few names last week which weren’t really my taste (Arak or Zeus for example) and he wasn’t enthusiastic about my names either (Chase or Pepper for example) so we were somewhat on a dead end. Then out of nowhere bf came up with another name: Nobly. I liked it! It sounds happy, it’s unique, it’s short and cute, plus bf thinks nobility fits me. Out of the name list we had I think Nobly is the name we like best together. Soooo it’s kinda official now! ^^ I love how my boyfriend still does his best to give pup play a chance, because he sees how much it means to me (and other pups) and how happy it makes us. I told him he shouldn’t force himself outside of his comfort zone, but the fact he came up with a pup name really is a small step in the right direction and I can’t describe how much I appreciate that in him. =)

Anyhow, after this intermezzo, it already was late in the evening. Bf planned a round three for me, so he ordered me to take a shower and lay on the bed naked. (Which for me means: Just wearing my CB and chain collar.) Bf untied the ropes, grinned at the mark patterns it caused on my chest and back and sent me to the bathroom. Half an hour later I laid down on the bed, when bf entered the room in his rubber. He climbed on top of me, reached down in my night stand and took out the magic wand with a big smirk on his face. ‘Guess who’s not going to come?!’ He waved the magic wand triumphantly around my CB. He gave my nipples – which were incredibly sensitive today – some attention and slowly worked the vibrator down to my straining cock. Every time he got the wand on the cage my cock fought against his plastic confinement, crying drops of precum. After fifteen minutes of edging and teasing bf gave me an offer. ‘Either you stay locked, but I’ll let you cum by the magic wand. Or I’ll take off the CB and you won’t be allowed to cum.’ It was a tough decision. I’ve had in cage orgasms before, which are always kinda unsatisfying. Plus I imagine my boyfriend could easily make it a ruined one by removing the wand on the moment supreme. On the other hand, he rarely had the self control to not let me cum, as he likes it too much seeing me squirm and scream during an orgasm after a lot of teasing. He might fail again, so I decided to go for unlocking without the permission to cum.
So, bf unlocked me and put the vibrator on the exact right spot, driving me to the edge in no time. Fortunately bf knows how to read and interpret my moaning and breathing, so he perfectly knows when to stop which made this edging session one of the most intense I’ve ever had. Stroking, palming, vibrating.. for at least half an hour the stimulation just kept going and going. My boyfriend only stopped for a few seconds every time I gasped for air, which is my body’s sign an orgasm is coming verrrry quickly. Stop and go, stop and go… with just seconds rest in between I became a horny, moaning mess in no time. There were a few times I even regretted my decision and wished for an in cage orgasm, especially when bf got me do close he could edge me using just one finger that lightly and slowly went up and down. Our neighbours must’ve enjoyed the vocals bf was able to get out of me. Apparently my moaning turned bf on as well, because he started to use the magic wand on himself while jerking me off and vice versa. Fuck that was hot. I couldn’t think straight anymore, but I remember I was hoping bf would get so lost in his masturbation, that he’d accidentally cause me to have an orgasm. But no. He came and I didn’t. Just as he planned. He let me lap up the mess from his belly before we cuddled each other. ‘You might get another chance next week’, he said. I sighed and gave him my puppy eyes look… like I really regretted choosing not to cum. But deep down I know I made the best choice. I looove this and it makes me realize I’m the luckiest boy on earth being able to experience this with someone who I can call my Master aaaand my boyfriend.

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Too long to read? Here’s a quick summary:
Bf is in a very dominant mood lately. I’ve been wearing my CB and chain collar constantly. This morning I got my first sounding experience, which wasn’t bad at all. We went out in public wearing rubber (bf) and a rope harness (me) under our clothes this afternoon. We decided that my pup name will be Nobly! *wooff* This night bf edged the heck out of me, without letting me cum and he locked me back up for another week.

I’m just so happy that gayboykink has found someone long-term to go on a kink journey with, and that each boy in the relationship is taking the other a step further. If living vicariously through the happiest loving couple in the Netherlands is wrong, I don’t want to be right.

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gayboykink:

Ohhh myyyy…. someone got me a birthday present! *jumps around*

Thanks Miss *iwontcallyourname* for the chain collar, I really appreciate that! ^^
I like the fact that the chain links aren’t very robust and the length is juuust about right so I’m not able to not pull it over my head, yet it’s still hideable under clothes if necessary. This is realllly sweet, you deifnitely made my day! *licks* xx

Looks quite fitting on you, pup. Now no one will think you’re a stray and take you to the pound.

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Being collared will set you free. I could recall the sign word for word, as I saw it often hanging over the door of His dungeon. I pondered the phrase, initially thinking it was a contradiction. How could being owned and being collared result in any type of freedom? The more he trained me and sculpted me, emotionally breaking me down and working me back up to a stronger, more obedient boy, I began to see the genius in my Master.

I began to see, like the difference between the grass and the sky, that some men were naturally born to dominate and lead where was others were not. There was no situation my Master could not handle with grace and his own charm; there was nothing he couldn’t fix with a certain facial expression and corresponding body posture; there was no mystery in life he had not pondered and solved. I felt mentally weak and inferior to his brilliance, in awe of the clarity in which he saw the world. With his training I gained manners, then I learned to check my pride and my ego. Just because I was a male, it did not mean things were owed to me. My Master taught me this, and a great deal more things, and through pain and love, helped me gain a stronger foothold in life. A deeper, appreciation, so to speak, for things I could change and the things I had to accept as is.

One of those things, was that He would always be a superior and an alpha in my life, even though we were cut from the same a template of the same bone and muscles. In my early years, I found him aggravating and his opinions frustrating, but now there was only an odd sort of peace in being content with my status. I had an open window to his knowledge. I often felt deep reassurance in knowing he would always be there to keep me in check, to keep me on a straight path, and to discipline me when I had faulted. I could always ask him for advice. I pitied those who were left to discipline themselves.

I tore my eyes away from the handsome black and silver collar in his manicured, outstretched hand, and looked beyond it to my Master’s hopeful face. My silence had perplexed and worried him. I could read his expressions like an open book these days.

I cupped the soft leathery collar in my hands and knelt, offering it back up to him. My Master stepped forward – I could hear the creak of his leather pants – and took it out of my palms. I felt his fingers unhitch the silver chain around my neck – my training collar. My neck felt light without it. The buckle jingled as He handled it, then He wrapped the real collar around my neck. I bowed my head as it was fixed in place. Even after one second, it felt as if it had been there all my life.
“Lift your head,” my Master said.
“I did.”
He smiled, looking dazzling. “Look at that.” I was surprised to detect a bit of emotion in his voice.
I raised my hand and felt the material around my neck. I couldn’t wait to see it in a mirror.
“Thank you Sir,” I said, “Thank you for this fine gift, and for allowing me to serve under you.” My Master nodded, then to my surprise, he responded: “Thank you for being a fine pupil. I saw enormous potential in you, but I am surprised you gave me the honor of staying with me and allowing me to teach you for so long. There were so many times I was sure your machismo would get in the way and you would break. You have exceeded all my expectations.”
At that moment, my throat was so tight, I couldn’t say a word or even cry.
“Merry Christmas, boy,” He said.
I broke my form. I leapt to my feet and embraced him in a huge hug. To my relief, he crushed me back instead of chiding me for it. I was shocked to feel a sob go through him. “God, I love you,” he whispered in my ear, barely audible. I wanted to tell him the same words back, but “I love you” did not seem to convey enough the adoration I felt for him. Instead, I said, “I will always be yours.”

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Text is fictional. Cannot believe I forgot to post this yesterday. It had been sitting in drafts since November.

Remote Control

Remote Control

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slave2766:

2 weeks 2 days and counting..1 week 5 days and counting…

When Sir travels it’s tough. He isn’t just heading to another town he is continents or countries away. This time is different this time he left me wearing his collar and with my cock locked away. Technology means we are in contact but it doesn’t change the distance and the lack of physical contact.

Work can’t fill the space, gym is only a minor distraction its like part of me is in a holding pattern.

Sometimes I wonder if Masters’ understand the level of disconnect subs and slaves feel?

This slave is lucky because Master knows. When he travels he leaves me tasks to complete take care of his boots, sort out the play equipment, a schedule for gym, working naked and collard.

None of it is big stuff but it helps me keep my head on straight it reminds me of his care.

The tasks help but they cant get me over the building sexual need. A few days are easy,  week not so much, 2 weeks and I’m crawling the walls. This time I’m locked even if I wanted to and he had given permission I cant cum. It has created a roller coaster of emotions.

Some days its a slow burn, others a burning ache, now I drip when he sends a message. My cock throbs and my cunt twitches at even the simplest sexual thought. He knows and winds me up even more when we chat online. What is funny when he is in town becomes torture when he is away. He talks about what he will do when he gets back, he lets me tell him about the pictures in my head.

The truth is I could go online and hook up take care of the physical need. I could but I won’t.

Once the choice was made I knew control of my sexual expression was no longer mine. The choice was made freely and with full understanding of the reality his career imposed. Being locked added to his control.

A consequence of the choice is that for now I suffer. Master can get sexual release knowing I can’t, he can experience his power and control over the miles.

This reality is far harder than I ever imagined. First he allows me to re-engage my deepest sexual needs, then he teaches me how they can be met in service to him, after what seems an age he collared me then just when I have settled he ups and goes for a month.

He said I would “learn my place” its hard to know that you are not the first priority. It goes against the messages that our culture sends us. He said he would become the center of my sexual life and he has.

Submission is not for sissies, its hard work every day. He is the single most important relationship in my life, he gets to set the rules, I mold my needs to his.

None of this changes when he travels his control might be remote but it is as concrete and complete as if he was sitting in front of me as I’m writing. 

For now I will deal with crashing hormones and emotional swings. I will look after my tasks and communicate when we can. I will spend my night imagining what he is doing and dream of how this slave will show it’s devotion when he gets back.

Because he is Master and I am slave.

The slave learns that the night of relief that will follow when his Master returns will be worth all the waiting. His Master will use his body and obtain pleasure from his slave, and in return the slave will benefit from his Master’s happiness to his obedience.

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A slave waits patiently for the auction to start. He’s just been photographed and in a moment will be taken to the holding area. He was worried about getting an erection, as some of the other slaves have, but thankfully he’s too nervous to get it up so it just remains soft. He hasn’t seen the audience yet either, so all he can do is imagine what the men look like and what their personalities will be… and the slave wonders what they’re going to think of him too. He looks down at himself, nude and shorn. Well, if anything, he thinks, I’m a blank canvas. I hope they see my potential. I have a lot of skills. I have to remember that if I want to be valuable to someone, I have to have confidence in myself that I am valuable, even as a slave. The Headmaster barks at him to join the others in the holding area. The slave says a clear “Yes sir” and moves quickly to that direction with his head up and eyes forward. Even if I am a slave, he also thinks, there’s no shame in being in my natural place.

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Text is fictional.

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gayboykink:

Gooooodmorning fellow kinksters.
Today I’ll be unlocked without bf’s supervision because of some sport matches and social activities. I should not forget to get back in chastity before bf comes back tomorrow morning or my ass will be in big trouble.
And no touching in the meantime of course…

Laid out like a banquet on a bed of satin. And yes, no touching. Don’t want to spoil the big reward now do we?

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We’re so sympatico. Right as I glance down, he glances up and our eyes meet; he pauses mid-lick. I grab my phone off the nightstand and snap a photo of my adorable sub. For a moment, his pup side melts away at the sound of the shutter; he’s Gustavo again, and suddenly self-aware of what he’s doing on all fours. A sheepish smiles blooms on his face and blush comes to his cheeks. Then, he catches the scent of my crotch and nuzzles it with his eyes closed. When he opens his lids again, his pup side is back and his tongue goes to work. He loves to lick my crotch in the morning to get me horny, right before he tugs down the band with his teeth and sucks me dry.

I later printed a wallet size version of that shot so I could always have a bit of my boy with me, where-ever I go.

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Text is fictional. Pup’s name is unknown.

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You don’t take a kid into a toy store unless it’s on purpose because you know your kids will want you to buy everything in the store. When taking the slave for a walk, same principle applies. Avoid all bondage stores, piercing stores, shoe stores… When you’re a well recognized face in the neighborhood though, it’s hard to just stroll past these places without saying hello.

When we walked past the store where we bought what he was wearing, Max, the owner, was standing outside. He greeted me with a big hug and thud on the back and took us inside to show us the new line of books he was carrying. Well, there were a lot of pretty men in this books and I got more than l little distracted. When I looked up, my slave was crouched by the jewelry cabinet and was giving me those puppy eyes. Of course, he saw something he wanted. Of course. It’s so hard to say no to him, he’s such a good boy.

…and yes, I bought it. A silver chain for him to wear for social settings where he couldn’t wear his collar. And I bought a book. I’m seriously a push-over outside the dungeon. But my boy is happy and that’s what matters to me.

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Text is fictional.