Date: Tue, 7 Feb 2017 10:42:17 +0000
From: Ryan A <ryan_sub@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lust is Blind Part 2

Part 2: Blind Decision

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Driving home back from the motel, all I could think about was Sir's cock
and how it felt like in my mouth – that musty smell, that curvy helmet
of a cock head, that enormous girth.  Needless to say, the moment I got
home, I had my pants around my ankles and my hand around my cock, or
weenie, as Sir wanted me to refer to it.  I didn’t have to worry about
my wife cause she works full-time and wouldn’t be back home till later
in the afternoon.

I tried to make it last, savor all those new memories but it was a futile
attempt, I came in under five minutes - jism sprayed all over the floor.
The relief was immense, I thrashed about, enjoying the wonderful sensations
reverberating through my whole body.

All spent, I plopped breathless on the living room couch.  That sweet
numbness in my brain now dissipating.  Remembering that morning’s
activities, I thought: “what have I done?”.

If I had decided right then to sit in front of my computer and email Sir to
call it quits, it would have happened.  Thing was, I hadn’t had anything
to eat the whole morning and was getting hungry, so I decided to make
myself some lunch instead.  Now, while eating, I watched some TV, to
continue enjoying the rest of my day off from work.  (Admittedly, I love
watching weekday talk shows whenever I get the opportunity.)  By the time I
decided to write my email, I had forgotten why being a sexual slave without
my wife’s knowledge was a bad idea.  Instead of saying goodbye, I wrote
the report Sir asked me to write.  As always, I was honest about my
thoughts about the experience.  After several months of corresponding with
Sir, this has gotten to be one of the aspects of my relationship with him I
had quietly enjoyed… Hell, I probably saved a few bucks in therapy money
right there.  So towards the end of the email I did mention to him that I
was having doubts of continuing on with my training.  That I couldn't
decide whether I wanted to meet with him again.  When I checked my inbox
later that day, Sir had already responded:

Hi Boy,

That was a good report you submitted.  It’s also good that you enjoyed
your time this morning.  I enjoyed it too.

I am glad that you are being honest with me about your indecision of
continuing your training; and, of your concerns regarding how this will
affect your marriage.

A fellow master advised me not to take you on as a trainee because of your
marital status - truth be told, I thought it only added to your appeal.  I
like getting things I shouldn't have.  I love breaking men like you and
making them see the truth that they have been hiding about themselves. I
want you to know though that I do not have any intention of hurting your
wife.  My play is extreme but I do not wish to truly hurt anyone.

I do have high hopes for your training.  There are much more things I
wanted you to experience.  There are still pleasures that comes with
submission, humiliation and pain that you have yet to taste.  I still have
toys you haven't played with. And I haven't fucked your sweet virgin pussy
with my big fat cock yet.

In the end, it is your decision to make.  I cannot make that decision for
you.  I will give you till tomorrow morning to decide.

If you do decide to continue with me, know that I cannot have you doubting
your commitment again.  I will not allow you to back out until our agreed
eight week training is over.  I will not allow you to say no to me - not
even once during your training - without serious repercussions. Think about
your decision carefully as I will not be a happy man if you say yes to me
now only to flake out later.

If you decide to continue with your training, then reply to this email with
"I wish to continue with you, Sir, for the eight week duration previously
agreed upon. I fully understand that there might be serious consequences in
saying ‘no’ to you. I fully understand that by agreeing to continue
with you now that I will not be able to back out at all until the eight
weeks of training has been completed".

If, however, you decide to leave, then this is goodbye.  You do not need to
reply.  Thank you for your service and enjoy the rest of your life with
your wife.  We agree that we will not contact each other ever again.
Goodbye.

-Sir

So, I guess, that was it.  It was, while it lasted, a fun time, if not an
interesting one. I’ve checked off another item from my bucket list: I
had explored my sexual curiosity for submitting to other men.  I had gone
through this madness long enough.  I am done with it.  It’s finally
over.  I closed the email, turned off the computer, and slept that night
hugging my wife tightly.

Of course, in the morning when one wakes up with a woody, one’s decision
the day before can sometimes not be remembered clearly.  I reread Sir’s
email again.  He was right, he hasn’t yet "fucked my virgin pussy with
his big fat cock".  Oh that cock! I wondered how that what monstrosity
would feel like inside my ass, my pussy, Sir’s pussy.  I replied to Sir,
cutting and pasting from his email the words he had wanted me to reply
with.  I sent the email.  I’m going to get fucked, I thought.  I just
didn’t realized then how royally so.

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Later that morning I got a text from Sir saying that he got my email
response and asked me again whether I was sure about my decision.  I texted
back saying I was.  To which he replied:

"Good.  I will be in touch with you.  In the meantime review the list of
Do's and Dont's you'll be receiving by email shortly."

When I got the email from, Sir, it was pretty much the same as the list he
had sent me when we started corresponding a few months ago with a few
differences: before, our means of communication was mostly by email, now he
wants me to report to him by texting.  I am to text him first thing in the
morning when I wake up and also before going to bed.  Also, I am to give
him my complete schedule (work time, vacations, doctors appointments,
parties, dinners out, etc.) for the next two months - he wanted to know all
my free time and that I was not allowed to create new appointments without
clearing it with him first.  I did not know why even some things non-sexual
as these instructions were giving me a stiffy.  To give this man, this
stranger, a lot of control over me was making me horny.  Lastly, I was not
allowed to cum unless he gives me permission to do so with no exception -
this was a change from before when I was allowed to cum either by
permission from him or when I was having sex with my wife.  Sir was
asserting himself now even with my personal time with my spouse.  This
constriction in freedom was making me even hornier.

All that horniness dissolved however as I did not hear back from Sir till a
couple of days later, at work, when he had me use my lunch break to go to a
certain fastfood restaurant.  I was to text him when I got there.

A minute after texting him, he called me up and talked me through what I
had to do.  I was scanning the crowd in the fastfood joint, surreptitiously
looking for any guy talking on their mobile phone in the hopes that I might
get to identify Sir. A lot were on their phones texting but not talking.  I
guessed he wasn't there.

He had me go to the men's room of the restaurant.  Inside where two stalls,
both were empty.  He said that he had taped a brown paper bag under the
sink.  It took me a while to find it, it was securely fastened underneath
the counter with duct tape.  he then told me to enter one of the stalls and
open the bag.  I did.  What I saw inside was a little metal device of some
sort and a padlock.

"You know what that is boy?"

"No, Sir." I said though I had a suspicion what it was which Sir quickly
confirmed.

"It's a cock cage, boy.  I want you to put it on."

It was pretty obvious where my cock, my weenie, should go but there was no
way it was going to fit in it.

"But it's too small, Sir."

"I've seen your weenie, boy - I know that will fit you."

"But I'm hard right now, Sir."

"Of course you are, boy." He laughed.  "Well you have to figure something
out.  I'm not allowing you to leave that restroom without your dick inside
that cage."

I told Sir I would need to use both my hands and that I would not be able
to hold the phone.  He told me I can call him back when I got it on.

I tried to understand how the contraption works and figured out that the
cage itself, a series of consecutive rings, slides into a metal prong
jutting from the ring that goes around the balls.  The padlock would slip
through a hole on the prong to lock the whole thing in place.  I had hoped
that by thinking of this as a mechanical puzzle that needed solving, I
would get distracted enough to deflate my weenie to let me squeeze it
inside the cage.  However, the very prospect of putting that contraption on
was only making me harder.  After about ten minutes of trying, I called Sir
back.

"Sir, I can't get it in.  My weenie is still hard.  Can I be allowed to
jerk off, Sir, so that I can put the cock cage on afterwards?"

"It sure took you awhile, boy, to figure this out.  Go ahead, I want you to
cum while I'm on the phone."

"Thank you, Sir. Hold on, Sir."

"Oh and boy, I want you to collect all your cum on your palm."

"Ok, Sir."

That seemed simple but I had to use my shoulder and head to hold the phone
in place, one hand on my hard weenie, and another hand in front of it to
catch all the cum.

As I was getting into it.  The restroom door opened and somebody went to
the other stall to pee.

"Are you close to coming, boy?"  Sir asked sounding a bit impatient.

Even within the privacy of the stall, I was too embarassed to reply.  When
I didn't respond right away, Sir asked again.

"Boy?"

"Not yet, Sir."  I whispered.

"Somebody in the restroom with you?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, still whispering.

"Then I want you to say this aloud right now boy: 'I'm going to shoot my
cum for you Sir and wear this cock cage for you Sir.'?"

"Please don't make me say that, Sir."

"If you do not say that in the next ten seconds, you're going to regret
what I'll do to you, boy" he said. "Ten, nine,..."

I didn't want to say it.  I wished the guy would leave now but I could hear
his pee still going strong.

"Eight, seven..."

Hopefully the guy on the other stall does not pay me any attention.

"I'm going to shoot my cum for you, Sir, and wear this cage for you, Sir."
I said in a voice that was a bit louder than a whisper for I didn't want
Sir to have me repeat it.

I heard the guy's piss take a pause before restarting - shit, he probably
heard me.  I could hear Sir chuckling.

"Good boy but next time if you question anything I tell you to do, you will
be punished.  So, are you ready to cum?"

"Not yet , Sir."

The guy had flushed his toilet and left the stall.

"Well, get it going, boy, I don't have all day."

I resumed my stroking, keeping it as quiet as possible.  The guy was
washing his hands.  By the time the guy left the restroom, I was ready to
blow.

"I'm gonna cum, Sir."

"Good, don't forget to catch every drop."

I cupped my hand over my weenie head to keep my spooge from spilling over.
It wasn't the most enjoyable of climaxes - I really just wanted to get it
over with.

"Now I want you to put all that cum on your tongue.  Take a picture of
yourself with your tongue out - I wanna see that cum.  And don't forget to
swallow it, okay, boy?"

"I will, Sir.  Thank you, Sir."

"Put on that cage before you harden up again.  Lock it with the padlock,
take a picture then send me all the pictures."

After we hanged up, I did as he commanded.  I licked my palm and gagged a
little at swallowing the cum down.  This was one thing I was still not used
to doing - in as much as I cannot get enough of Sir's cum, I still did not
like eating my own.

I took a selfie and sent the picture to Sir.  I then proceeded to lock
myself up in the cage.  It really wasn't difficult at that point.  I sent a
picture of that as well.  I tried to pee with the cage on, it took some
getting used to but I manage to do so.

When I had zipped up and looked at myself on the restroom mirror, I was
relieved to know that you couldn't tell I was wearing a chastity device
underneath.  I left that place in a hurry to avoid whoever it was in the
restroom with me.

When I got back to the office, the thought of wearing the device there at
work was enough to stir my weenie back to life and so I understood then how
restricting the metal rings can feel.  I hoped I would not have to wear
this thing for long.

I was waiting for Sir to text or call me later that day.  I started to
worry when he didn't.  I cannot go home with the cage on.  My wife will
feel it, if not see it, specially when it's time for us to sleep.

I texted Sir, telling him my concern.  He replied simply with:

"Not my problem, boy.  I'll let you know tomorrow when you can take it
out."

I pleaded with him but he didn't respond anymore.

At bedtime that night, I had to make an excuse - telling my wife that I had
a bunch of work to finish and that she should go on and sleep ahead.  All I
was really doing was waiting for her to fall asleep.  Only when she was,
did I join her in bed.  I tried to face away from her for the rest of the
night to minimize the chances of her touching the rigid device I had on.  I
survived the night but it was a fitful sleep.  It hadn't even been a week
yet and I'm already up to my limits.  I do not know how I can survive eight
weeks of this.  I knew then that continuing with my training was a big
mistake.

I would need to grovel and ask Sir really nicely tomorrow to get myself out
of this cage and then this time, for real, for sure, definitively, quit for
good.


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That's it for this chapter.  Let me know what you think of the story so
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