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Anal Orgasm.........Almost


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 I was unchained, I was made to get on all fours. Master used the riding crop and what felt like the leather paddle on my butt. Afterward, a vibrating prostate massager was put into my faghole and switched on. This thing was intense. I was gyrating like a whore within five minutes, moving my butt back and forth trying to hit that magic area on my prostate. A dildo was placed on the floor and I was instructed to practice my oral skills on it. Then, Master started using a vibrator on my chastity cage. I got so close to cumming. It was amazing. I swear, with enough time, I could probably cum just from that prostate massager and playing with my nipples. But, that would be really humiliating if Master was watching...and I'm not sure...but maybe, I'm cum shy? I never was when I could jerk off like a man, but this is a new experience for me.

At one point, the gag was removed and Master had me talk a little. I don't even remember all of what I said...or even what He said. But, there was so much stuff running through my head. I kept thinking of how much more I wanted to be humiliated every day. About how I wanted Master to be harder with my discipline and how I wanted it to really hurt more so that I remember and I focus better the next time. I was thinking of how I wanted to be given more humiliating protocols that would be enforced strictly.  I was just thinking of how much of a fag I wanted to be and how hard I wanted to work as Their servant. My head was just all over the place.

Speaking of protocols, I have a new one now. From now on when Master J or Master G come into the house (whether from work or from the store, etc.) I am to drop to the floor and bow down at the door. I had mentioned something like this turning me on last night when I was high on my Master's control and discipline. Now, of course, I still find it to be a hot idea, but the humiliation of it is now at the forefront of my mind. Regardless of humiliation, however, protocols like this always help me to remain focused in my Master's house. It reminds me of my place, and it trains me not to get too comfortable. I love it when my Masters get me so turned on I'll tell Them anything...and then using the information to humiliate and control me further.

At the end of the session, before bed, Master pulled out the vibrating massager and finally fucked my faghole. I love being bred by my Owners. It makes me so happy. Falling asleep with my hole slick from Their sacred cum. It's an amazing experience. I wish I could beg for it every night. Sometimes, when I am laying in my cell getting ready to go to sleep, I spread my legs and hope one of Them will come in and fuck me again. That's the thing about chastity and having two Masters. I always go to bed horny...


Sidenote: So, I got a message from a Dom I respect on Tumblr. He was asking why I stopped updating my blog. I apologize for that, and I assure You that my Masters have held me accountable. Extremely happy that there are others reading my blog, and I love the idea that others are now seeing me as a fag for their entertainment.

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  1. Alpha4fagOctober 15, 2018 at 4:08 PM

    it's good to see this faggot back again! when the fag has a real anal orgasm, he will understand he is NO LONGER a man any more but a fuckhole/cuntboi.

    I would like to suggest my fellow-Masters to write some nasty words on this fag's forehead and body, such as "faggot whore, bitch, trash..." when it arrives Their place, so They can laugh at it all the time.

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