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Once Locked. Always Locked.
From the very first moment I saw a picture of a cock locked in a CB3000 I was hooked and knew I had to feel the desire build in me, and build, but have no control over when, or even IF, I get to be unlocked to cum. With that picture firmly lodged in my mind's eye I stroked myself to dozens of orgasms as I sought out information about chastity - especially forced chastity and orgasm denial - for several months.
Eventually my fantasy pushed itself into my "real" life and I started commenting and posting on various sites. It was frightening to suddenly feel so turned on by something that I was willing to break out of my 47yo box and discover what it would be like to submit myself to another man, to cede control of my cock to him, and become a bottom for him. Up until this point I was always a top, always in control for work and life. Oh, I took enough cocks in my ass to know that I really didn't like it. Always top for me, and cute little Asian bottoms.
But I threw all of that out the window when I saw that picture. I felt secretly comforted by the fact I'd let myself go and was overweight ... chances were no one would be interested in taking on an older, overweight sub.
Until I got an email that changed everything ... "So you want to be my fucking bitch? How bad? Master Kyle"
Attached to the email was a picture of a God. He was model-gorgeous and had a two-fisted fuckpole. I was floored. Who was this guy? Where'd he find me from? But mostly, was that really his picture? Either way my cock grew rock hard and I started rubbing it through my pants.
I replied "Yes, Master."
Minutes later an email returned, "971-355-2158"
I was shaking when I picked up the phone and dialed.
"Yer fast, bitch." He answered. "Or you're fucking horny for my cock up yer ass."
I ... I ... need ... um"
"Listen, pussy, do you want it or no?"
"Yes." I was drooling pre-cum and its started making a wet spot on my pants.
"I've just emailed you my address. Wear only your tiniest pair of shorts and get here in half-an-hour." Then dial tone.
I opened the email and printed his address. Just outside of town, not to far away! I eagerly stripped, shaking, my hard cock throbbing like it'd never done before. I resisted the urge to grab it hard and cum. I grabbed a pair of shorts and pulled them on. Grabbed my map and got in the Jeep.
He was in one of those cookie-cutter home-farms and his house was much like every other. I went up to the front door where a note said "Take off the shorts and come in. Kneel on the floor."
I didn't care if the neighbors were watching, I just dropped the shorts and stepped inside. Shutting the door, I then dropped to my knees. After a few minutes He stepped out of a doorway down the hall. I gasped. He WAS the picture!
He was as hard as I was. "Come here, bitch."
"No! Crawl on your fucking hands and knees." I followed him into the bedroom.
"I'm going to give you your fantasy, bitch."
"Stand up." I did.
He put his cupped hand under the head of my purple, straining cock. "Jerk off."
I did. And it didn't take long for me to fill his palm with my gooey load. He raised it to my lips. "Eat it, cumwhore."
I quickly slurped my load. "Lick it clean. Jeezus."
He grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side of the bed. "Lace your fingers behind your head and look up." I did.
I trembled as he gripped my flaccid cock and assembled a CB3000 around it. "There ya are, bitch. Locked little cumwhore."
I looked down at my plastic-encased cock and moaned in sheer pleasure, terror, yearning. I felt the blood rushing into my cock. The pain of trying to get an erection made me suddenly realize what I may have done.
"What are you waiting for bitch? Get on your fucking knees and suck my cock." I did.
Pulling as much of it into my mouth and throat as I could.
"If yer gonna be my whore ya gotta do better than that fer cristsakes."
He grabbed my head in his strong hands and gag-fucked me. Hardly able to breath, the smell of my bile, my eyes watering, I looked up and saw his smile. Suddenly he yanked his cock out of my throat fucked one hand while the other hand grabbed my hair and yanked back.
I opened my mouth just in time to catch most of his sweet cum. After he caught his breath he shoved me, panting, to the floor.
"That's just the appetizer, whore."
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