Day in the life :)

There are some things that I have realized I would not do freely for HIM, but if HE asked I would do them anyway. I have no idea where this may go eventually, but I'm not attached to the experience anymore. I am enraptured in the experience because my DOM is...well...if I could have written out an ideal candidate HE would best my imagination.
I am attached, however, to who I am having the experience with. YOU are the constant. I feel YOU when YOU aren't here.

YOUR will rings in my head as I lean back into YOUR CHEST.
As my head falls back trustingly onto the mattress I close my eyes as YOU wrap YOUR ARMS around me and squeeze a little, exerting and reminding me that YOU are the MAN,
"Hands on ankles, bitch."

Without a word I lift my legs, noticing the way my cock cage hangs and moves my entire package, cock and nuts, as one object.

<< I'm about to get fucked in a chastity cage by a sexy MAN who loves me and who has stolen my heart. I dare not say it yet and ruin HIS pleasure by shouting out my love to HIM. I'm terrified because of my past, but YOU have been teaching me out of that timidity.

I finally accept what I am: a very timid pup. A bitch. A faggot. A cocksucker. A queer. A pussyboy. >>

Before one more thought could pass through my racing mind my phone vibrates.

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"Hey baby boy." Flashes across the screen as my heart melts and my boyclit aches in its cage, screaming for release. The tension feels good, like HE has a rough hand on my body. I never want HIM to stop touching me.