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And on the Eighth Day

I'm horny as fuck. That's what happens on the eighth day apparently. I want to be railed by my Masters until I'm begging them to stop. I want to be made to show my hole off to a room full of men and...

Actually...I need to not do this right now. I'm in a tiny metal device that I think is actually too small for me, and hard-ons are kinda excruciating. I really wanted to be in this particular device, and I love the idea of making my dick as small and unobtrusive as possible, but I think I may need to work up to that. I may have to switch back to the Holy Trainer for a while. Again.

No one really tells you that when you start getting into chastity that you are going to go through A LOT of devices before you find the right fit.  I have at least four at this point. The Holy Trainer has been probably the most comfortable, but...I can pull out if I soap up really good. Now, I won't do that for two reasons. One, because I really enjoy the idea that I have given up my orgasms to better serve my Masters. I don't want to cum. I know how much deeper my submission is by giving that privilege up to my Masters. Two, I couldn't get it back in so my Masters would know immediately that my little dicklet had been on a joyride. So, in a way, even though I can pull out, that Holy Trainer is still pretty damn secure.

Yesterday, Master J could see how horny I was, so he had me pick out a toy, and told me to put on a show for Him. I had never really done this for Him before and it was a bit embarrassing at first, which if I'm being completely honest, just turned me on more. Not sure why embarrassment turns into horniness for me, but I guess my Masters can use that to Their advantage. I started with a small plug and I writhed on the floor like a bitch in heat for a while before Master had me get the dildo and suction it to the door.

After about 20 minutes of fucking myself on this dildo, I was begging for Master's cock. I needed it so bad. I was getting so close to an anal orgasm, which is one of my goals as a slave, and I felt maybe Master's cock could push me over that edge. I was a naked, drooling, dripping mess begging to be fucked like a whore.

So, He fucked me. And, as always, it was amazing. I still can't seem to have that ever-elusive anal orgasm, but I'd better get it figured out, as that is the only way a slave in my Masters' household gets to cum. I've heard it takes some boys months in chastity to reach that point. Gonna be a long few months. Either way, I think I have a new goal. Train my hole to wear a plug as part of my uniform.

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