Last Saturday evening I was chatting to a guy online, Jerry, who is himself locked in a chastity device.
He talked me into locking myself up for the evening, and we discussed what should happen next. After negotiation, we ended up that on the Sunday I should unlock and edge myself for an hour but not cum, then lock up again and stay locked until the evening. I quite like a free Sunday but it's nice to be told what to do, and the idea of getting to unlock and edge but not cum was quite hot, so I went with it, I agreed to the plan knowing I would do my best to stick to what I'd agreed to do.
After going for a jog Sunday morning (butt plugged in tight lycra running tights not hiding the cb very well) I unlocked and edged, getting close to cumming a few times. But knowing I was not allowed to push myself over the edge got me all the more horny, and eventually I locked up again feeling frustrated at the edging but pleased I was successfully denied.
I saw him online again in the afternoon and we chatted some more. He somehow talked me into not cumming in the evening, just edging then relocking, and I went with this, knowing I'd end up having to go to work locked up in the morning. I could tell he was pitching the domination well, not being too over-bearing but not letting me get away with too much. As such, he was succeeding in getting me to do things I don't usually do in this sort of situation - he was doing a lot better than many I've chatted to like this in the past.
Monday evening I let him take control of my MortiSafe, so the safe kept my cb keys secured and he could control when it would unlock. Of course, there's always emergency ways around the security (the safe has a physical key) but it was a significant psychological step letting him secure the keys and so trusting him to make best judgements about when I should or should not be allowed to remove my cb and edge or cum. I found myself at a point where seeing what being controlled by him would be like was more important than my own uncontrolled self-gratification, so I gave up control.
On Tuesday evening he let me cum, but only after I'd edged for an hour and then I had to cum into a glass and drink it. He told me I would always have to 'clean up' after myself like this. I hate the taste of cum but I do find it very submissive to have to eat my own, and to be ordered to do so. I blew my load into the glass on his instruction, then drank it all down.
This developed over the next few days, and he kept saying all the right things, not being too over powering to put me off but not letting me get bored either. He decided I should no longer consider that I had a cock but that I had a clit instead which he would keep secured. He said I would not necessarily be in long term denial but I would be in long term control.
On Wednesday my 'Tube Jacket' cb arrived from Steelworxx, which I'd ordered in December. Jerry released my safe and ordered me to unlock my cb and, after edging while plugged, replace it with the tube jacket. It worked very well, covering my sensitive parts and staying very secured through a pin through my PA piercing, but being much less covering than my standard cage type device, so easier to hide under clothes, easier to sleep with etc.
He told me to stay plugged until it got uncomfortable and keep the jacket on while it was still comfortable. I woke up the next day still plugged (always nice to do, but can be hit-and-miss) and still locked in the jacket, which when I got hard in the morning (as I often do) was not 100% comfortable but still better than the cage devices I'm used to. It doesn't seem a bad thing that the device that's supposed to stop me playing is uncomfortable when I'm hard in it - punishment for horniness.
So it seems like I have a keyholder and a Master who's going to keep me horny and keep me under control. Been a long time coming (as it were!) seems to be going well for the moment but we're only 5 days into this so shall see how it goes.
