At the Altar of My Masters

So, tomorrow marks my 50th (!!!) day in chastity. 50 days of no touching my dicklet. 50 days of no cumming. It's been difficult at times, but at this point, regardless of how much I wish I could jerk off like a real man, I would beg my Owners to keep me locked up. I'm not even joking. You heard me right. I would beg them not to unlock my little dicklet. At this point, it just feels right. It reminds me that I am not a real man. That I am a faggot slave in service. I would feel lost if it were free. Last night, Master J chained me up against the wall, spread-eagle. He teased my locked dicklet and my nipples while a hypnosis file played in the background. I can't seem to recall what the title of the file was, but it definitely turned me on. At one point, Master unchained my legs and pushed them further apart being chaining them again. I was blindfolded and gagged. He asked me if I was ready to accept some of the discipline I had coming to me for various infractions. Once