wafflez The sound of your freedom

Hi all! As I promised in the Hello World thread, here we go. My journey really began yesterday, marking the sixth monthly anniversary of my relationship with Cookiez. Let me explain how it started. I’ve always been a submissive person at heart, and for some reason, chastity caught my interest about two years ago. I can’t quite pinpoint why the thought of having my dick locked up suddenly became exciting to me, but it did. Since then, I’ve masturbated frequently while holding onto that idea of denial (hah, what irony), silently waiting for someone who could hold my secret and perhaps take on the role of locking me in chastity. That person turned out to be Cookiez. 25 February 2014 A bit over two months ago, as we discussed chastity and bought a device, we agreed that our sixth monthly anniversary would be when she officially took my keys away and truly controlled my orgasms. She had been giving me light denial ever since we started talking about it (I came roughly once a week), but ultimately I still had self-control and could have masturbated if I’d wanted to. This time, however, was different. She would hold real power over me. Even when the cage pressed against my body, I wouldn’t be able to touch myself no matter how much I wanted to. Every moment with the cage around me reminded me of her complete control. I was excited—truly, incredibly excited. We had been discussing and thinking about this day a lot, so both our expectations were high. Unfortunately, when today arrived, she wasn’t feeling entirely well. Fortunately, she improved by evening, allowing us to celebrate with dinner out together. When we returned home, she told me to insert my buttplug. She had promised me one last orgasm before the lock-up and was kind enough to honor that. She cuffed my hands above my head, clamped my nipples, ballgagged me, applied lubricant to my penis, and began stroking. I suppose you could call that kindness. As she sensed I approaching the edge, she removed the ballgag so I could signal her when I edged. It didn’t take long after that. I asked if I could cum. She told me to beg for it but continued stroking without stopping. I was nearly in tears, trying hard to hold back, but eventually, I couldn’t and squirted. She remarked afterward, ‘You’re lucky I was just about to say yes..’ The cage was already prepared right after my orgasm, so she placed it on me, took the lock, and secured it. click ‘That’s the sound of your freedom.’