A ruined public toilet

I was locked in a chastity from Sunday to Wednesday, but when unlocked told not to cum until the next day (today) when it had to be done in a local public toilet and be a ruined orgasm - all orders from Hazel.

I planned to do so in the evening but had an online shopping delivery so couldn’t go out until that had been done. I like to wear something a little ‘unusual’ when getting deliveries (nothing too outrageous) so this time dressed in my onesie. I had a cockring and ballstretcher on underneath but it didn’t show.

Shortly after the (uneventful) delivery I adjusted my clothing and headed out. I removed the cockring and ballstretcher but kept on the onesie. I put the hood up and zipped it up to my chin, then put on a hoodie jacket and zipped that up to my chin as well. The onesie has a very white zip against the dark blue fabric but with the jacket zipped up it probably looked like tracksuit bottoms (with a white crotch zip!) I was well wrapped with my face only just looking out through 2 hoods, which represented my state of nervousness knowing what I was going to do.

When I got to the toilet I took off the coat but kept the onesie on, partly for warmth but also for that enclosed feeling. The zip has a zip runner at the crotch so I could open a hole for cock access without removing anything.

I lubed up and started stroking my cock. I had been allowed to touch it ever since I unlocked (midday yesterday) and had been playing plenty with it, always knowing at the time I would not be allowed to cum. It was a horny but ultimately futile and frustrating experience, playing without the usual happy ending, but it reminded me of the control I was under. But now I was facing a whole different experience, also horny and futile and frustrating, since I had to ruin my orgasm – play with my cock up to the point of no return but then let go and allow the cum to dribble out of my cock without any of the usual orgasmic sensations I’d been deprived for over 4 days now.

I rubbed my lubed up cock. I’d noticed how it had got more sensitive recently, which may have been due to the chastity lockup or more likely to the lack of cum. That sensitivity came in handy as it rose to the occasion quickly. I thought about my situation, under orders to cum but not enjoy it, sitting on a the rim of a cold public toilet. I felt the rush of cum, for the first time in 4 days, but once its destination was inevitable, I stopped rubbing my cock and let it gush out unorgasmically onto my hand. It was a huge delivery but a very unsatisfying one, the ‘ruin’ was most effective.

I tidied up, washed my hands and left. On the way back I didn’t put up either hood, and wore the jacket unzipped, displaying the brilliant white zip right down my front, obviously a onesie to anyone looking. My relatively relaxed appearance fitted with the change of mood I find after cumming after a while of not doing – I lose tension and feel more at ease. No-one noticed (or at least no-one commented) on my being out wearing a onesie (albeit with a jacket over) which I don’t think I’ve ever done before.

My ‘reward’ for this task fulfilment is that later in the evening I was allowed to have a single normal orgasm, but then nothing after until I see Hazel on Friday (which would probably become Saturday as we’re out Friday evening). Hot and horny times :-)

3 days locked

Hazel and I had a nice evening on Saturday (she was kept blindfolded chained to a radiator overnight, which she seems to enjoy). On Sunday I asked Hazel to lock my small steelheart chastity device onto me. I suggested she lock me for 2 1/2 days (to Tuesday evening) and put the key in a combination key safe for which she could give me the combination Tuesday evening. She decided I should be locked for 3 days and she would take the key with her. Of course, I agreed.

I stayed locked and horny and frustrated for the next few days. 5am Tuesday morning I was woken by a particularly hard swelling in my tight device, a very good reminder of my locked up state which drove my horniness.

Tuesday evening I went to see Hazel. After some very pleasant pleasantries we moved to the bedroom. She had (on my advice) hidden my cb key somewhere in her house, safely out of my way so no risk I’d try to unlock myself. I wanted to give her some pleasure but my cock was unavailable so I did all I could with my fingers and tongue, which she seemed to enjoy :-) There is something hot for me about knowing I’m locked and unable to please myself and only there to give her 100% of my attention. Later she toyed with me, playing with my balls and using a powerful vibrator on my cock cage, which got me horny as ever trapped in there.

We discussed my unlocking. I thought she’d let me unlock and cum on the Wednesday morning, 3 days after she’d locked me. She agreed that she would let me leave with the key and I could unlock then, but I would not be allowed to cum. She originally thought that perhaps I should not be allowed to touch my cock until Friday but after some rethinking (perhaps influenced by my look of horror!) decided that I could play with my cock after unlocking but not to cum until Thursday evening. But not a straightforward cum, it must be done in a nearby public toilet and it must be a ruined orgasm! After I’d done that I could come home and (at least half an hour later) I would be allowed one normal cum at home. Then no touching until I see her Friday evening (when we’re going out, so in effect Saturday). I was very horny hearing what a cruel and frustrating and sexy time Hazel demanded of me. I think she pitched it as just the right level - a lot harder than I'd expected but still quite manageable and very horny.

I took a heavy chain with me, which I asked her to lock around my neck and I’d keep it on until I removed the cb (I’d keep key). She locked it but a little tighter than I’d expected, so a few links of the chain dangled and jingled very nicely, not an effect I’d noticed before. I went home, locked in cb and neck chain. It's nice that she appreciates that I don't have to be unlocked to have a fun evening - that aspect was quite hot for me, and I don't think she missed out at all.

So now, Wednesday afternoon (day off work), I’ve just unlocked the cb (neck still chained tho) and enjoying the freedom of my cock with the frustration of knowing I won’t be allowed to cum for over 24 hours, and then will be a ruined orgasm in a public toilet! I’ll get another cum then, but that will be my only single ‘proper’ cum between last Sunday morning at (at least) next Saturday morning. And this will mean 4 1/2 days without cumming, ending with a ruined orgasm - not done that in a long time!

Clubbing in a gasmask

Hazel and I went to a fetish club last night and spent the night before/after it in a hotel room.

In the room before the club I had Hazel naked and face-down on the bed, with some steel cuffs keeping her hands safely behind her back. She had kept a padlock in my cock piercing all week but had foolishly left the key lying around in the room so I was able to unlock it then make use of her prone state. Then I noticed my mark on Hazel’s ass was fading so had to update it.

We got dressed for the club. I was in my pink rubber neck entry shortie suit with a steel buttplug and small steelheart chastity device locked on under a tasteful banana yellow rubber jock. Hazel was in a very nice red and black corset which I enjoyed tightening for her, along with other matching bits including a short meshy skirt and a micro-hat – all very Christmassy.

The club was quite fun, lots of familiar friends there. Hazel got flogged a few times by a friend, and I dragged her around for a while on a lead and had her sat in a cage wearing a gasmask (not quite such a Christmassy look).

We fell to sleep in the hotel room. I was woken up in the small hours by someone sucking on my cock but I was still so tired I turned over and went back to sleep – that’s usually the other way around with us! Then later we woke and got more frisky – she suggested using duct tape on her which I’d not done before, but had a go at first giving her a tape gag then taping her hands together behind her back. I could see her sharp fingernails were still exposed so put on more layers of tape to protect myself from them. Once she was safely wrapped I made good use of the parts still exposed to me.

Later I played with the same parts with a glass dildo, my fingers, some vibrators and my fist. I watched as she slowly managed to pull her way out of the tape (quite hot to see).

As we packed up, Hazel asked if I wanted to be locked in something (as we’d talked about earlier). I declined, so went free of anything locked on me, which is unusual for me. I thought afterwards why I’d said that, and think it’s probably down to feeling rather drained with the start of a cold coming on so feeling less kink-oriented. I should ensure when I’m back to full heath that I don’t ‘escape’ unlocked again J

Ruin then eat

On Tuesday evening I felt the need for a little submission (I’d had the day off work so playing with my cock for most of the time) so I mailed Hazel and asked for recommendations for what I should do Wednesday evening (I was due to spend Thursday and Friday on ‘no cum’).

She replied suggestion I should cum twice, but the first should be a ruined orgasm and the second I should eat, and afterwards I should lock on a cock cage until Thursday, when I should wear a spiked cockring to work all day. These were an excellent set of suggestions which I agreed to, knowing I would dread them later but finding it horny to agree to at the time.

I ruined an orgasm Wednesday lunchtime – always pitiful seeing your gobs of cum drip from your cock without any orgasmic rush involved! Then in the evening I wanked knowing the inevitable result would be a nasty taste in my mouth. But the knowledge that I felt under orders spurned me on to shoot into my palm then into my mouth. It was disgusting, as expected.

Then I locked on a large cock cage. I still have a padlock in my PA piercing to which Hazel has the key, so have to use a large cage to take the size of lock as well. That will stay in place until at least midnight, then tomorrow I have the ‘joy’ of wearing spikes all day to work. My spiked cockring is not too severe so I expect it will be okay unless I get horny, but will be a good reminder of my submissive status all day.

Chained up in bed

I missed out an interesting segment of the last posting. Hazel and I were taking a nap in bed together on Sunday afternoon. I got to thinking about the room she sleeps in with chains locked to the radiator, which gave me an idea.

I slipped out of bed and went to that room. I took a chain and a combination lock and put the chain around my neck (loosely) secured with combination lock which I couldn’t see so would be trapped there. Then I added a hood with built in blindfold and handcuffs, then curled up in bed.

I had no idea how long I’d have to lie there until Hazel woke, noticed I’d gone, checked around and found me secured in the spare room. I also had no idea what the time was as I was blindfolded and was dozing off and waking randomly. There were various ways I could have freed myself in an emergency but I decided to stay put until found.

I considered locking my hands behind my back rather than in front, but decided against it as it could get uncomfortable, I had no idea how long I’d have to stay that way, and it would be considerably more difficult to free myself (hinged cuffs). The main reason why I would usually need to secure my hands behind my back was not in this case relevant as I was still locked in a chastity cage.

I got up to use the toilet. The chain was long enough for me to reach the bathroom, but only just. It was an interesting process, doing that while blindfolded and handcuffed, but I managed it okay and returned to bed.

Eventually I heard distant movement and a voice of surprise seeing me chained up. Hazel worked through my various bondage items one by one and eventually I was free. It turns out I’d been there at least an hour, I was quite surprised.

More radiator fun

Hazel and I met on Saturday. We’d talked earlier about sometimes having a more ‘normal’ relationship, so I didn’t leap to chain her up as soon as she came in the door. Instead we ordered pizza and watched “Monsters Inc” DVD like normal people. Not surprisingly, before the end of the night we did get a little frisky together, and one thing led to another…

Eventually we slept, Hazel in the spare room as she likes to do. Early morning I heard some rattling and had to investigate – Hazel in the night had used the chains left locked to the radiator and put one around her waist and another around her wrist, both locked on (although the keys were about). It seems she couldn’t keep away from the idea of being chained into slavery.

Of course, I had to take advantage of her situation. I added a pair of handcuffs, then another pair (this time hinged) then some leg-irons. Of course, with the chains she had far too much freedom so I attached the handcuffs directly to the radiator pipe. In the cramped room she had no option but to stay with her head on the floor and her arse in the air (naked, of course). This gave me a great opportunity to tinker with her nicely presented pussy... I slipped in a finger, then another… soon my full hand was working her pussy while the other was tickling her clit, which generated some delicious moaning , crying sounds from the helpless slave.

Once she recovered I released her from the radiator floor (but not from anything else) and made us a cup of coffee. Not wanting things to be too easy, I left it outside her room which turned out to be just a little too far for her chains to reach. But with a little struggling she managed to grab it.

I was planning on going to Heros, a skintight club, with a friend in the evening. I suggested to Hazel that I should be locked in cb for the trip, which she agreed would be a good idea. She did suggest leaving it on me for the week (until a fetish club on Friday) but after negotiation agreed not to – but I thought it would be good to have something locked onto me for the week. I hit on the idea of putting a padlock through my PA piercing to which she could keep the key all week, then I added a large chastity cage which was big enough to accommodate my cock with the lock in the end, which I could wear for the evening with key at home.

While we were playing around and I was wanking while Hazel pulling on my balls (which is a lot nicer than it sounds!) I had the strange experience of cumming just a little and feeling like it wasn’t finished so kept playing until about 10 seconds later I cum fully. Very odd to cum in parts like that, I’ve very rarely experienced it. Hot though :-)

However, I got a call from the friend that he wasn’t up to going so I stayed at home. Hazel took advantage of the opportunity to tease me while locked (a caged blow job just isn’t the same).

I even tried putting a condom over the cage and having frustrating sex, but it was hard to get the angle right. She released me eventually and we settled down to another DVD.

Then on Tuesday I had the day off work and needed to go shopping, so made an ‘event’ of it. I was in spiked cockring and steel buttplug under rather tight wetsuit under cotton boilersuit, and went out like that. It was hot feeling the tightness of the suit and the presence of the plug all the time, for about an hour.