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imightbegrootdl · 21 days

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Ten Words

She trembled, looking at the tangle of leather and rivets, buckles and straps that laid on the bed. Her heart thundered in anticipation, a bird desperately thrashing against the bars of her ribcage. It was something she had dreamed of for so long. She had been playing with him for years, had dropped many hints in that time - he had too. And this was the coup de grâce, the ultimate fantasy.

The contract was signed, there was no going back. She was going to be his pet. Forever.

Every inch of her skin felt electrified, she wanted so badly to pick up those straps, to handle the harness that would force her to crawl around the house. With an unerasable, stupid grin on her face she squeezed the padded knees and elbows. She had gotten to play with it a few times, but this was different.

This was forever.

No more working. No more stress. She was giving it all up, signing it all away. The life of a fuckpet, her ultimate fantasy, was less than an hour away. Her only responsibility would be pleasing him - no cleaning, no cooking, no commuting, just love and play and sex.

And he was insatiable. They had been living together for eight months now and the sex was even better than it had been before she moved in.

A shiver ran through her as her fingers touched one of the buckles. She wanted to wear it now. She wanted him to strap her into it, to force her nose to the ground in the beautiful mask, to draw the moans and whimpers from her, to lovingly humiliate her until she was so horny they didn’t even need the lube when he finally took her.

With an incredible effort, she tore her mind away from that fantasy, one that had been a reality more than once, and back to the problem at hand.

She had about half an hour left to finish coming up with her ten words.

Hungry.

Thirsty.

Horny.

Bored.

Yes.

No.

She had come up with six in the past thirty minutes, but that was all she had so far. He was giving her ten buttons to be programmed with her voice, ten words to express herself. In another thirty minutes, he would take her voice. He’d affix a collar to her neck, a new one, a shiny one.

Oh how she wanted it. But she also knew it was designed to hurt her if she spoke words. The ten buttons on the board, placed on the floor for her to activate with her elbow - her foot in the bindings - that’s all she’d be able to communicate with outside of body language and whimpers, yips, and whines.

Biting her lip, she stopped her hand from reaching the button of her jeans. The entire idea of it was so exciting, so exhilarating, that she could barely contain herself.

More.

She’d definitely need that word. She said it frequently when he was with her. More. She couldn’t get enough of him, either. She dropped to her knees beside the bed, her head awash in images of him leading her around, him sitting on the couch and patting his leg, beckoning her to him.

Fantasies of just being his pet.

She shifted on her knees slightly, rhythmically, the need in her demanding that she move her hips. She had to move her hips.

Hurt.

Sometimes he went too hard and she needed time to recover after.

Tired.

She knew that she could convey that one with body language, laying down and curling up, climbing up on the bed and flopping over. She shook her head, scratching that one. She needed the words to be things she couldn’t easily make known…

Walkies.

She giggled to herself, at the thought that “walkies” needed a word when “tired” didn’t. But it was cute and she wanted it. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the more rational part of herself was screaming that this was important, that she couldn’t waste one on being cute…

But wasn’t that the point? Trusting him to make all the decisions, trusting him to take care of her. That rational part had been screaming when she signed the contract too, but it had also been screaming when she moved in, when she had begun considering quitting her job.

She tingled at the thought of looking her boss right in the eye and quitting, telling him simply, “I’m nothing but a fuckpet now, I don’t need this job.”

One more. Just one more word.

She heard him walking closer. She wished she had a real tail, one that could wag.

“Sweetie, your time is almost up, have you thought of what words we’re putting into the buttons?”

His voice was the darkest of chocolate, rich and luscious, washing over her, drowning her thoughts. It was so hard to focus when he was around, when that rumbling voice spoke to her. His fingers were in her hair now, touching, stroking. And she knew.

“Yes sir, I just thought of the last one.”

The entire room got warmer with the happiness in his voice. "You’re such a good girl.“

He sat on the bed, grabbing her by the wrist and wrapping an arm around her, sitting next to the very harness she wanted to wear so badly. He pulled her into his lap, grabbing the button panel and fiddling with it.

She couldn’t help it, she started grinding against him, rocking her hips in his lap, drawing a soft chuckle from him.

“Shhh, down girl.” The words sent a new thrill through her. "Be calm, this is important. These are the only words you’ll have from now on. Forever.“

There was that word again. Forever.

She loved it so much. Never as much as from his lips. The word in her own mind was resonant, the word from his lips was earthshattering. A moan escaped her as she leaned forward, gripping his knee between her legs. The need was becoming an ache.

“Sir… ”

His gentle laugh brought a blush to her face. "Now sweetheart, I know you’re excited. We’ve been building you up to this for a long time, haven’t we?“ He barely paused for her hurried yes sir before continuing. "That’s right. All that training you’ve done was all for this. Now, when the button lights up, I want you to say the word you want it to have.”

He pushed it. It lit up. Everything lit up to his fingers, she lit up to his fingers.

“Horny.”

He held his laughter until the button’s light was gone, pressing it again. ”Horny“, the button sounded so needy. She sounded so needy. Her cheeks were warm, her grip tightening on his leg.

“Oh goodness, sweet pet. That’s the word you think you’ll need more than any?”

“Y-”

He put a finger to her lips. "Shh. No more words from you except what we give the buttons. These are the last words of your life as a person, soon you’ll be my precious pet. Forever.“

Another moan tore itself from her lips, bursting into the world as she shuddered from its exit.

"Ready?” The next button was alight moments later. She struggled to find the word. Any word.

“More.” The button went dark.

“Horny. More. More. Horny.” He teased her with the buttons, with her own words, her own voice full of longing, full of desire, full of readiness for him.

She groaned in frustration, grinding against his thigh, humping him desperately. One strong arm wrapped around her waist, stopping her, holding her firm.

“No.” An order, a command, and as strong as steel. With a whine, she stopped, biting her lip. She was a good pet, she wanted to please him. She wanted nothing more in the entire world than to please him. She wasn’t quite sure when he had become the center of her world, but he was beyond any doubt. "Next word.“ He spoke firmly.

The button lit.

"Yes.” That word was easy. Her breathing was heavy, ragged as the button echoed her, before he lit the next one. "No.“

Again, he laughed at her choice. "Oh I see, you want to still be able to say no to me, hmm?” His beard tickled her as he kissed her cheek. "Well it wouldn’t be fair for me to censor you now, would it? After all, these will be your only words.“

"Fo-”

Again, a solid finger pressed to her lips stopped her. "No. You have to get used to not speaking except through the buttons, which means no words except what’s going in the buttons.“ The gentlest iron turned her back to face the buttons, his fingers as unyielding as his will. The next one lit.

Her mind went blank.

She searched for the word…

"Hungry.”

“Oh, someone doesn’t think she’s going to be fed enough, hmm? Hungry and more. Do you think I won’t take good care of you?”

She reached out and pushed the fourth button, hearing her own voice say, “No.”

He laughed and lit the next one. "Bored.“

She could feel his smirk as he kissed the back of her neck. "My poor pet, bored already. Well, I have so many new toys to give you. Just four more words to go.”

Lit. "Walkies!“

The world shook with his laugh, she bounced in his lap, which drew a fit of giggles from her as well. "More. Walkies!” He tapped the buttons with a smile. "I think you’ve made some good choices so far. Are you ready?“

She pressed the third button, "Yes.” A small worry formed that she wouldn’t remember which was which, but she knew she’d have plenty of time to memorize them.

The next button awaited. "Thirsty.“ Another. "Hurt.”

“Oh, my poor sweetie. I’ll always take care of you when you’re hurt. Better than ever before, my beloved pet. You’ll never have to worry about a thing, once I seal you into this… ” He shifted, picking up the mask and holding it in front of her. "You want this, don’t you?“

Her hand moved practically of its own will, smashing the button. "Yes.” It didn’t convey how badly she wanted it… “More.”

“More?” His golden, rumbling laughter warmed her inside and out. "My greedy puppy. Only one button left. What shall it be? What’s the last word you’ll ever need?“

The button lit. The whole world became this one moment, where she was giving everything up to him. Her identity, her life, her will.

"I love you.”

Before the button was dark, she was on her back on the bed, his body crushing hers. He was so much bigger, so much stronger. The fingers of one hand wrapped around both of her wrists as he pulled her arms above her head, his teeth going straight for her neck.

The primal growl that came from his throat was more than she could take, she let out a long, desperate moan. She bit down on her tongue hard, needing those three words to be her last, her gift to him for all his generosity.

And from the grip of his hands, the scrape of his teeth, the weight of his body… it was a gift that he readily accepted.

He was terrifying in his precision, her clothing torn from her one article at a time. Always one hand on her, holding her - her wrists, her waist, her chin - as he ripped her shirt away, her bra, her jeans, and the panties soaked with her longing. The urges were growing too strong, she desperately wanted to beg.

He did the kindest thing possible, the gag went between her lips, buckled around the back of her head, which hit the pillow shortly after.

The rough skin of his fingers split her lips as he took her clit between two fingers, gently, lovingly, tugging ever so slightly just the way she liked. Another moan burst into the world from her throat, muffled by the gag. A line of drool escaped the corner of her mouth, her hips rocking wildly.

He laughed, and she heard an unexpected sound.

The unmistakable crinkling of a diaper.

Her eyes shot wide, her body sitting upright as she looked in surprise. He enjoyed them, but they had never been her thing, she’d worn one for him a time or two, even wet for him before, but she ignored his encouragement to explore them. They were so thick, they made her walk funnily, and it made it harder for her to get the sensations she craved.

“Why so surprised?” The amusement in his voice was a new torment. Her mind spun, her hand going to the gag so she could protest. Her head spun from the speed with which he shoved her back down. "Someone didn’t bother to use any of her words to ask for the bathroom… and you’re going to be in this lovely bitchsuit nearly all the time… so this is just practical.“ His smirk was that cruelty she craved from him so much, that twisted brilliance that constantly took her by surprise, that tickled every corner of her imagination with its wicked ways. "Forever.” The word shredded her resistance, she was barely coherent from the tiny electric orgasm that sped through her. "My pretty diapered pet, I did tell you that you should learn to love them.“

She was stunned as he lifted her hips, sliding it underneath her.

And her head cleared just long enough to sit up, pushing him away momentarily. But she wasn’t nearly strong enough to escape him. He dropped the diaper, the pink, fluffy, crinkling thing as he forced her face down onto the bed, running his finger along her glistening sex once more.

"Oh now she’s just being naughty. I suppose I can diaper you after… ” The resistance left her again as she felt her right hand shoved into the leather mitt, the buckle tightened with tantalizing speed. Her arm was bent, her fingers placed on her own shoulder as he cinched another buckle. Her left hand shot out, grabbing the bed, grabbing for anything she could, somewhere in a tortured state between bliss and fear. The left hand was secured shortly after, and all too easily he threw her onto her back, pinning her to the bed with a knee as he began working her legs into the bindings that she had wanted so very, very badly.

And she still wanted them. The sensation of the leather on her hands, the smell of it, the way her arms were restricted, this was the stuff of her every fantasy.

Before she could finish that thought, her knees were bound, bent, her feet tangled in the straps that went around the ankle, over the sole of her foot. Moving a knee pulled her mitten taut.

He had her. She was helpless.

And there was nothing she could do to stop him from taping that first thick, fluffy diaper around her waist.

She moaned into the gag over and over and over as he rubbed her padded crotch, writhing and barely noticing when he snapped the shiny metal collar closed around her neck.

Locked. Active.

Moments later she was on all fours - her elbows and her knees, now her “pet feet”, the buttons of the board staring at her from the ground in front of her.

“Anything you’d like to say, my precious diapered pet?”

The board had all the words she’d ever need.

Forever.

“I love you.”

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Big thanks to my good friend @queenjunoking who inspired me and encouraged me to write this. It’s been a long time since I wrote anything, I hope it’s good.

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imightbegrootdl · 21 days

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Reduce Sexual Endurance with “Orgasm Training”

Would you, too, like to have a diaper baby that has no reason to come out of diapers? Would you like your diaper baby to be so useless for sex and penetration that they never have any excuse to be untaped from their Pampers? If so, this training is for you! Destroy your diaper baby’s sexual endurance so they can’t last long enough to ever have a reason to be undiapered.

Your “orgasm training” program starts with a few simple rules: -Your diaper sub does not have permission to touch themselves without permission. -Your diaper sub should be prepared to orgasm often - and regularly. -Your diaper sub should have a way to track time. Most cell phones offer a stopwatch capability that can easily be forwarded to you upon completion.

You may also choose to include other various rituals with your orgasm training including use of certain toys, watching only censored or other types of porn, methods of clean-up or cum disposal, or other things that fit your dynamic. If you’re training them to be your subservient diaper sub, you might as well train them alongside other sexual ideals while you’re at it.

Set aside a lengthy time period where all orgasms for the submissive will be quick and succinct. You may have to limit yourself use of your human “toy” during your training to achieve this. I recommend a month or more for full efficacy of this training.

During the training time, the submissive is not allowed any sexual touch of the genitals. Showering and bathing with cleaning purposes is allowed, but no sexual touch is allowed. During your agreed-upon timeframe, any time the submissive touches their genitals - with permission from you, of course - the only goal is orgasm as quickly as possible. Once sexual touch is begun, the only possible outcome is orgasm - and as quickly as possible.

To allow variance in training, you may consider assigning various porn viewing or other adult activities to be done before any touching is started.

To track progress, it is recommended that the submissive (or yourself) start a stopwatch and time the duration from first genital contact to the orgasm.

With regular training sessions (4-8 a week), you should see slow improvement to your submissive’s orgasm time. You may choose to correlate this with their need to wear diapers or include humiliation play to make them aware of their place - or just to include more fun within the training regiment.

Notes: -If you find that your diaper sub is now trained to a certain type of penile/vaginal sensation for orgasm or are concerned about it happening, require other sensations and orgasm methods. While this may make it difficult to accurately track training progress over time, it will require the submissive be accustomed to orgasming quickly with many different types of sensation. You may consider sex toys, diaper rubs, humping objects, and other sensations.

(All sexual ideals aside, this is what worked well for us for “orgasm training”. It may or may not work well for your submissive or body type, but we found this was surprisingly successful when we gave it a try. It’s also worth noting that this training may not work well for those who are stressed out by time limits or have difficulties orgasming in the first place. And for further, more-personal information about how this training has worked for us, there are posts up on SubscribeStar for our supporters.)

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imightbegrootdl · 27 days

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Diapered Road-trip

It was a life long fantasy you were finally getting to live out. Not only was your wife going to let you wear diapers during your road-trip but she promised she’d baby you the whole way. She had listed out ground rules, first and foremost being what she says goes. Others included you were going to ride in the back the whole time, always have your pacifier on you, only be allowed approved snacks and drinks from your sippy cup, only allowed approved entertainment and of course you would be diapered and expected to use them the whole time.

The two of you had been driving for several hours and you had been in heaven the whole time. You had a sippy cup of juice with Gerber puffs that you enjoyed while watching Bluey on your iPad. You were so caught up in it she had to tap you on your leg to let you know she was stopping for gas soon. You got to the pumps and she got out to fill the car up. While the gas was pumping she opened the back seat and felt your diaper. Surprised by how wet you were she informed you she would be changing you after she filled up the tank.

You had no idea what was going to come next. After she was done at the pumps she pulled the car into a spot, grabbed your diaper bag, which luckily was just a regular backpack, and demanded you come inside so she could change you. You tried protesting and suggested she change you in the car down a secluded road but she quickly reminded you of rule number one. Taking you by the hand she lead you into a private restroom that you were assured had a locking door. She opened the baby changing station and gestured for you to get on. Embarrassed but excited you did. Pulling down your shorts and plastic pants she revealed your soaked diaper. At that moment the door knob turned and in walked an older woman. She was shocked as she saw you laying there. Your wife on the other hand was quick to act. Apologizing to the stranger for not locking the door and assuring her you would only be a couple of minutes. The woman quickly left and your wife locked the door this time.

Not skipping a beat your wife removed your wet diaper, wiped you down, put you in a fresh diaper, powdered you and finally taped it up. You got off the changing table and she helped you pull your plastic pants and shorts up. As you left the restroom the older woman was waiting outside the door. You were red in the face and couldn’t even look at her, but your wife didn’t care. She held the door open for the woman and acted as if everything was completely normal. Returning to the car you got in the back as she helped buckle you in and the two of you headed off down the road.

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imightbegrootdl · 27 days

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When you pamper is peeking and Daddy doesn’t tell you

໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა

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imightbegrootdl · 1 month

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I already knew today was going to be a rough day, but FUCK i had no idea. I got to the hotel yesterday before the big event weekend kicked off. I like to take a little downtime before the chaos starts so that I can settle in, unpack, get my bearings, and ease myself into the weekend. We had talked about this a little bit ahead of time, but not all the details. If we had I’m not sure if I would have asked to change anything or not.

He gets to my hotel room at Noon and comes right in, already having a key ahead of time in case he needs it later when i was shall we say incapacitated. He doesn’t miss any time at all and slams me into the wall shoving his tongue down my throat as I groan in excitement. His other hand starts slowly digging into and kneading my chest muscles that are already sore from the workout routine that week. He always knows exactly how to flip my switch and push me into high gear without any ramp up. I’m melting into him like putty and he knows it. Just as quickly as he started, he releases me steps back and stares at me. I see that his eyes are that cold icy glare that means I’m really in trouble. He has one goal in mind and that is to have fun by making me miserable. My cock throbs from it.

He orders me on my hands and knees on the bed and he steps behind me and begins inspecting my hole. Starting with one finger, then two, then three. Inserting the lubed fingers and worming around while I groan like a bitch in heat. The more he worked my ass the hornier I got. I started backing up and groaning until his other hand punched me underhand in the balls.

He picked up the XL long and thick butt plug that was already lubed up and starts sliding it into my ass. My ass starts to protest and resist, but steady pressure starts to win.

“Good boy” is all I hear and that’s all my brain needs to release the resistance, and I feel the plug slide home.

“FUCKING HELL” I growl through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, get those words out now, you won’t be able to very soon.” He says with that grin on his face as he stands me up. He holds open the front of the prelubed black rubber catsuit and I slide one and then two legs inside. Feeling the rubber encase my muscled calves and quads and then sliding over my hips. He steps behind me and helps guide my arms into the sleeves. As he pulls the zippers up the front it pulls the ass even tighter shoving that giant monster deeper into my ass. My cock is rock hard in the front of the catsuit, and he maneuvers the extra zippers so they are right over my crotch. My lizard brain takes over and my hips press forward trying to get the slightest bit of attention to my aching cock, but he has other plans and immediately moves his hands to start the next stage. Picking up the thigh high rubber wader boots he helps guide my legs into them, and then coming down to the floor he adds a locking ankle restraint around each, and adds a small padlock to both. Now the waders won’t be able to come off without a key…. something tells me those will be there a while.

“Don’t worry, I left them just loose enough so that your feet wont feel left out later, but tight enough that they are stuck. Now for the rest.”

Next he grabs the rubber fist mitts and guides one onto each of my hands holding them in a tight useless ball. Then comes the locking wrist restraints for each wrist now successfully holding the fist mitts in place once the padlocks close.

Fuck me – that’s four padlocks now….

Coming in front of me he adds a steel cable collar around my neck and as he padlocks it closed he runs the lock through the top zipper holding the catsuit closed.

That’s five…

“How’s that feeling toy?” He asks as he gently presses on the back of my ass causing the plug to invade deeper.

“UGGGHHHHUUUUU – Feels amazing SIR- it wants to be your toy for you to enjoy! I’d stay this way ALL day if you wanted SIR!” I respond, mustering all my strength not to collapse in a puddle from the pleasure in my hole.

Without missing a beat the urinal hood with built in gag is next. He slides the gag home which now holds my mouth permanently open, and works the THICK rubber over my head and then pulls the zipper down the back. This thick rubber hood encloses my head completely. Dark tinted lenses cover the eyes severely reducing my ability to see out or anyone’s ability to see in. The thick rubber trough on the front of the hood makes a perfect place for piss or any other liquids to be poured in, and the gag holds the pigs mouth open wide to receive. I hear the distinctive CLICK from behind me as the SIXTH lock is closed.

“MMMPPPHHHHHHPPPHHHHH” – I gurgle into the gag realizing just then what my very last words had been…

“I warned you that you wouldn’t be able to speak soon…. Did I not?” He says with a sneer.

Kneeling down in front of me he opens the suits extra zippers that are holding my cock back and i think for one glimmering moment he’s going to finally pay some attention to my dick, but looking down I see the rubber glove on his hand and I get nervous…. That never ends well…. What’s going on my dick that he doesn’t want on his hands…. He slowly strokes my cock with the handful of cream and i start groaning in pleasure through the gag. Slowly I start to feel less and less of the stroking so I figure he stopped as suddenly as he started…. I look down and he is still stroking my cock but i can’t feel a damn thing.

“MPHPHPHPPPPPPHHMMPP?!?!?!?!” Is the best i can get out

“Ohhh…. You really didn’t think that this was about you or your cock did you? It will be several hours before that numbing cream wears off. Until then you wont feel a damn thing.” He reaches down and works a condom catheter over my hard cock, puts my cock back into my suit leaving only the tube from the catheter exposed

*CLICK* – Padlock seven closes on the suits’ zippers now locking my numb cock inside my suit.

“I don’t want you making a mess while we are out.” He says as he takes the catheter tube and tapes it in place into the trough of the urinal hood.

He pushes me down onto my knees in front of him and pulls his cock out of his sweaty jockstrap and puts his thick meaty cock in front of my face aimed at the trough and let’s loose a strong stream of coffee piss. I struggle to choke it down knowing that he isn’t going to slow down. Clearing his throat he spits into the trough as the last of the piss flushes down the drain.

“Now lets make this day a little more fun. In case you haven’t noticed, you’re stuck and not getting out of any of this on your own. Time to leave a little bit of your fate to chance. I’m going to roll three dice, the number that shows up will be the minimum duration of your sentence in this suit as a public urinal.”

“MMPPPHHHHPPPPPP” I Grunt and try to tell him i can’t go out like this.

He pulls out three dice and shows them to me, standard 6-sided dice. He shakes them in his hand and then rolls them on the floor in front of me and laughs. I look down and see a 4, 5, and 3.

“Wow…. 12 eh? This will be interesting for sure. Looks like you’re not quiet ready yet though.” He says standing me up, and swiftly locking chains to the wrist and ankle restraints. This quickly take the number of padlocks to 11…

He steps behind me and presses hard and rhythmically on the giant plug in my asshole making me groan into the gag.

No… no no no he won’t….

“I’ll bet that’s already feeling pretty rough in there isn’t it pig?” He says so cold that it sends a shiver through me…. I feel and hear the 12th padlock going thru the suit’s rear zipper locking mechanism and feeling him click it closed. “Don’t worry, that’s not going anywhere.”

“MMMPPPPHHHHHHPPPHHHHHH”. I CAN’T HAVE THIS IN ME ALL DAY

“12 locks….” he says as he holds a hand full of keys in front of my face. He picks up the time safe and tosses the handful of keys in and spins the time mechanism to 12:00 hrs and presses the button. “12 hours… I’m going to enjoy this.”

I hear the locking mechanism of the time safe seal the keys inside and I start grunting for dear life into the gag.

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imightbegrootdl · 1 month

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New Cage & Ruined Orgasm

- Daddy changed out the Holy Trainer for a different cage, I googled and it looks like this:

When he took the Holy Trainer off, it was amazing to be freed. I thought he was going to jack me off, as he had done so four times in 2023.

I got so hard immedietely and he laughed and said “your clit smells”. He inspected me but barely touched my boner.

He had me lay down on my back and he put a rubber ring around my balls, which were so full and achy from not being able to cum yet in 2024.

And then all he did was massage and knead my balls. It felt really good but it wasn’t what I wanted and I admit I broke down and begged, saying please Daddy please Sir I need to cum and all of that.

But he said shhhh you’ll cum from this or not at all. And I didn’t understand as he just kept fondling my ballsack. Sometimes he’d squeeze down and I’d groan but mostly he was gentle and then he started saying the sexiest things like that I was his whore and his slut and I’d cum the way he wanted me to like a dirty whore and stuff like that.

He said show me what a dirty boy you are, lol. Which was pretty hot. After a long time, probably 15 minutes or so, I did feel a little bit of a weak spasms and my load dribbled out of my rock hard clit all over me. There was so much of it but It was so weak I barely felt any sensation at all which was weird. I could only feel my boner twitch and my ass clench and a few weak waves of pleasure. Not even close to a real orgasm. And the sperm just poured out. It didn’t shoot.

He said that’s a good boy and fed me my cum off his fingers and I wanted to cry. Like…I’m a grown man and wanted to cry right there because I realized that’s what he meant. He basically made me have a ruined orgasm by manipulating my balls.

Never felt anything like that…my load coming out but no orgasm, or at least not a real one.

At the same time, I admit feeling his power like that was very hot for me. He got up and got a warm washcloth and wiped me down and then he made me follow him and he helped me shave everything perfectly smooth again. He had me stand in the cold water in the shower while he mostly did the shaving. I had to stand with the cold water raining all over me because my clit wouldn��t get soft and he wanted to lock me back up. But oh man yeah…the cold water worked!! I shriveled back up to almost nothing!! I think it wanted to go inside, if I’m being honest lol.

He let me get out and dry off and we put lotion all over where he shaved which felt good and I thought oh no I’m going to get hard again but thankfully Daddy didn’t waste any time.

I was surprised when he had a new cage and put it on me. He says it supposed to be easier to keep clean. He asked me if I was still horny and I said Yes Daddy and then he smiled and said “good” and gently put me on my knees and fucked my mouth hard.

The hardest he’s gone on me so far. I think I took a lot of his cock down my throat several times and once again I was gagging and coughing and all that but he would only let me catch my breath for a second before he started again. I’d be coughing and he would wipe his erection all over my face, smearing his precum and my own spit on my face.

Thankfully it didn’t go on forever. This is not a comment on his endurance I know how long he can go but I think my ruined orgasm really turned him on and he shot within 5 minutes. I barely tasted it cause he was so far in my mouth.

Then he made me wait patiently on my knees staring at his cock, waiting for it to go down…I HAD thought we were done but he put his hands on my head and said I was a good boy and just wait he had another treat for me.

I knew. We waited a while for his dick to soften enough and then he said “open” and I put him back in my mouth and he pissed and this time I took his whole bladder. And he made that “ahhhh” sound lol.

After this he told me Say “thank you daddy for making me your bitch”, And I repeated it to him.

And then he said now say “Daddy, I don’t need to cum like a real man anymore” and I repeated that.

I want to make this clear for anyone reading, including Daddy, that being “owned” makes me happier than anything. And so if he has decided that I can’t “really” cum anymore, I will work through it and accept it. Even though I was emotional at having my orgasm ruined and having to say out loud I dont need to cum “like a real man”, the truth it is makes me happiest for him to decide what’s best.

And I discovered that when you have a ruined orgasm, it DOES take a lot of pressure and urgency off your ballsack but you still feel way more horny and submissive, even right after. I noticed when he fed me my cum…usually I don’t like that very much but this time, still feeling like I needed to cum, I really cleaned his hand and fingers with enthusiasm lol.

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