According to the writer, this "is a description of my latest bondage session with my Master. It was a long and painful session and I loved it. Actually it was divided into two sessions, as I had been a very bad slave!" By the way, lest anyone doubt it for a moment, what this slave/bottom can endure is definitely not for beginners, or even for those who haven't worked up to it slowly.
I was still recovering from my last bondage session and feeling quite horny every time I thought about it. I wanted to call my Master to thank him again for giving me a session which had lasted twelve and a half long hours. However I got busy at work and the days passed. About 10 days later, I got a call from my Master, asking me to come to His house after work. It was a Friday night. I wondered what this call was all about. I dared not ask over the telephone. Was He still angry with me from my last session? I had no idea. But this was very unusual, as it was normally I who initiated contact with Him.
I anxiously finished my day's work and arrived at His home around 6 PM. He greeted me sternly and ordered me into His bedroom. There He informed me that He had thought about our last session and about how I had disturbed Him with repeated requests for permission to cum, once our date for my previous bondage session had been set. He told me that He had to punish me again for this bad behaviour on my part. I was standing by a high back chair, still fully clothed. It would do me absolutely no good to argue with him or even interrupt him as I knew I would suffer more if I did. He ordered me to strip completely. I hesitated for just a moment as I saw the look in his eyes. Worse than yell at me, He just remained silent and I knew I had better obey Him.
I was a little tired after my day's work and getting hungry for my supper, but I started to undress with a slight sense of unease. He ordered me to sit in the chair and put my hands behind me. I did as I was told and He quickly cuffed my wrists with a pair of steel handcuffs, adjusting them tightly until I flinched. I was then gagged with a thick leather penis gag which He strapped around the back of my head. He adjusted it in my mouth, then went back behind me to tighten the buckle by two more holes until the gag was deep in my mouth and very snug. A leather collar quickly followed and was cinched tightly too. Then he roped my ankles separately to each back leg of the chair, lifting my feet up off the floor about 6 inches. He then chose one of his leather hoods and put it over my head. It had no mouth opening and he laced it up, catching my hair in the process which made me yelp. I offered a muffled apology. The hood was laced very tightly, then followed by a thick blindfold snapped into place. The collar around my neck was tied to the top of the chair so that I could barely move.
He stood silently for a few moments as if thinking of what He would do next. Then I heard the jingle of chain and I knew He was getting a pair of nipple clamps from His implement shelf. I swore to myself silently as I knew He was going to make this evening painful for me. He pinched both my nipples numerous times to make them hard before attaching the clamps, causing me to jerk in my bonds.This time I felt a hard smack of his belt on my inner thigh which stung like hell. He adjusted the clamps tighter for greater effect. Next came the dreaded CB3000, which He had difficulty putting on my hard dick. I was not prepared for this, as I had not even had the chance to pee before I left the office. I worried about needing to relieve myself later on, if still bound to His favourite bondage chair. Again I flinched as he applied the cuff around my balls roughly. I noted that he had chosen a cuff one size larger than the last time and this surprised me. I should have guessed why, immediately.
I shifted around in the chair and received 2 more hard whacks with His belt, in the exact same spot as the first. I cried out through the gag, and again I felt His belt. I took the pain silently this time. He handled my cock roughly until I lost my erection from sheer pain and fright, at which point He immediately applied a small amount of lube before putting the cage part on me quickly. I heard the distinct click of the padlock and I knew then that I was done for.
He bent down to me, rubbed my leg back and forth lightly and said in a more gentle voice that he had to go out for the evening and would be back in a few hours. I shook my head no, signaling to Him that I didn't want Him to leave me like this. He ignored my silent plea and whacked me again, twice on each thigh. Next thing I realized he had left the room and closed the bedroom door and clicked off the light. A few minutes later I heard his front door open before he descended the stairs and I was left all alone, wondering how long He would leave me like this, totally bound and gagged. My nipples started to hurt because He had adjusted the clamps tighter, and my cock and balls were not used to being bound again. I shifted around in the chair as much as I could and hoped he would not be out too long. My wrists started to hurt from the tight position of the handcuffs.
In spite of my uncomfortable bondage, I must have drifted off within the half hour. I woke up suddenly and moved my torso on the chair, which immediately sent a sharp wave of pain through my tits. Since I was still alone I yelled into my gag, biting down hard on it. I was becoming increasingly uncomfortable as my entire body hurt. The steel cuffs dug into my wrists and I wasn't able to move much as they were positoned and locked on tight. My feet were starting to tingle as the rope around my ankles was also tight. My nipples really hurt from the clamps and my hood felt like it was tightning on its own with the passage of time. My dick was trying to get hard and I lost track of time and just sat there wondering why He had bound me so tightly tonight. There was a part of me that loved the predicament I was in.
I was very hungry but I tried not to think about it. I actually managed to drift off to a fitful sleep again a while later. I woke up with a start as I heard His front door open and heard footsteps as He came up the stairs. Next thing I knew he was standing there beside me. He immediately gave me permission to speak, so I could at least moan loudly as he hugged my bound body. He told me that I had been tied up for 5 hours, it was now 11:30 PM. He informed me that He had gone to a friend's house and left the key to the padlock of my CB3000 in his friend's possession until the next all day bondage session. He then started to untie me from the chair, releasing the nipple clamps first. I screamed into the gag, as the blood began to flow back into my tortured nipples. He hugged me a second time and gently rubbed my still hooded head.
He told me that He wanted me to come back for my all day session four weeks from today. That meant I would be locked into my CB for four weeks without the possibility of cumming. I moaned again at this news but he ignored my outburst. It had already been a few days since I masturbated and now I had been caught off guard. Damn! He told me he was doing this for my own good, as he wanted to train me to go without cumming for longer periods of time. He quickly untied me and I dressed before leaving for home.
I was sore for the next few days, with marks on my wrists from the handcuffs. I made sure I wore long-sleeved shirts to hide the red marks. My nipples hurt from the clamps also. I had to get used to being in a chastity device again, unable to cum for four weeks. However, the next month passed quickly enough as I tried to keep myself busy and out of trouble. I only called my Master to check in with Him, as I had been ordered to do. He did ask me how I was doing and I told Him I was alright. In fact, I was forgetful, grumpy, tired and very very horny. But I didn't want to complain to Him because I had learned my lesson, again.
Finally the day of my bondage session arrived and I was up at 5 AM, in the shower, done with breakfast and out the door by 6 AM, carrying my equipment bag which contained my favourite toy, my black leather straitjacket, among other items of bondage and restraint. I arrived early, at 6:45 AM and woke him up. That in itself is always a joy for me, as I get to see a side of him that He only displays upon waking. His hair is tousled, He is bare chested, His small nipples are erect, wearing tight skimpy underwear revealing a beautiful silhouette of His hard cock and balls, barefoot and smiling at me mischievously. I always stop to admire this beautiful sight, before slowly climbing the stairs with all my gear.
My own cock started to twitch and harden within the confines of the CB3000. He greeted me again once I was in his apartment and gave me permission to speak. I told Him how happy I was to spend the entire day under his control. He went to the washroom and instructed me to make his bed, which I also enjoyed doing as it was still warm and I could linger a moment at my two favourite spots on his sheets. They are located in the middle of the mattress where his beautiful butt comes into contact with the sheet and at the end of the bed where his bare feet lay.
He had prepared the chains at the head and the foot of the bed the night before, to save time. When he came out of the bathroom He instructed me to strip naked and show Him my CB. Satisfied that all was in order he told me to go take one last piss before putting on my diapers. When I was finished he surprised me by lowering my diapers (I was wearing two to prevent leakage) and unlocked my CB3000. It felt so damn good to be free, and I thanked him very much for the privilege of being bound without it for today. He did put a cock and ball harness on me, snapping it snugly behind my balls.
Out came the straitjacket from my bag, and he motioned me toward him and ordered me to put my arms into the sleeves. As usual, I hesitated for just a moment and looked at him. He had changed into a pair of tight black leather underwear, revealing once again the outline of his beautiful cock and balls. Our eyes met and he didn't say a word, but his smile just melted my heart. I had waited a month for this moment. I came forward toward him and inserted my arms into the sleeves of the jacket. He turned me around and started to buckle all 4 straps at my back. Once He was done, he noticed that there was room to cinch it tighter and he undid all the buckles to tighten them by one or two holes on each of the straps. Then he pulled my crotch straps in between my legs and buckled both straps tightly, trapping my cock and balls within my diapers. This was followed by fastening my arms in front of me, taking the end of each sleeve and looping it through the belt loops located at the bottom of the jacket, just above my hips. Once he had buckled the straps, he pushed my elbows in toward my stomach on either side of me, then undid the buckle and strapped it tighter by three holes. This made my arms very snug against my stomach. He then took a four foot length of chain and wrapped it around my arms and padlocked it, to reduce any arm movement.
Once he was finished putting me into the straitjacket he forced me to drink from my bottle of water, to help me stay hydrated, at least for a while. I didn't want to as I knew it would make me pee a lot, but the look in his eyes made me obey.
He admired his handiwork so far, then locked leather ankle cuffs on me and put the spandex hood with built in blindfold over my head. It was very snug but easy to breathe through. Then came the leather collar which he buckled around my neck, on the fourth hole out of five. This made the collar very snug, but he tested it to make sure I would be ok in it all day. My heart was now beating quickly, as I knew he would be placing me on his bed and chaining me to it for the day.
He led me close to his bed and helped me lie down in it. I was walking blindfolded. Just before he laid me down on the bed, he made one more adjustment on my arms, tightening the sleeves of the straitjacket by one more notch behind my back. I groaned at this latest restraint adjustment and he smacked my balls in response. Once on the bed he quickly spread my legs far apart and buckled the D rings of my ankle cuffs to the chain with a padlock. The chain ran under the mattress from left to right and I heard the distinct click of each padlock. No doubt he would make at least one further adjustment when I was completely bound to his bed. He had given me a pillow for my head and for this kindness, I was very grateful. He then pulled the chain through the D rings on my collar and fastened each side of my collar with a padlock.
I was now effectively and totally bound to his bed, unable to move my arms, as they were also chained, as well as straitjacketed. My feet were bound in leather ankle cuffs locked to a fairly thick chain at the foot of his bed. Just as I had thought, he checked my ankles and removed one of the padlocks, stretched my right leg about another 6 inches to the side and put the padlock back on. I groaned at this adjustment also. I couldn't help but notice that he made a number of adjustments, all aimed at tightening my bondage and making me more uncomfortable for the day. I groaned again and remarked that my bondage was very tight today. He lay beside me for a few minutes and told me he was still being kind to me, as he could have tightened my restraints even more. I decided I had better stop complaining or risk possible further tightening which would have made my bondage unbearable. Besides, I had a pillow for my head.
He placed his hand over my hood, covering my mouth and nose, and I started to have difficulty breathing. After about 15 seconds I started writhing around trying to move my head and free myself for a breath of air. He let me breathe once or twice then clamped his hand down over my face again. I struggled and begged for air. He took his hand away and it was such a relief to be able to breathe again. This was done to remind me of the power he held over me. Then he started to slap my balls through the diapers. Lightly at first, then with increasing strength until I was moaning and struggling on the bed again. He stopped after a couple of minutes then clamped his hand down over my mouth and nose again. I was becoming exhausted from my struggles and the lack of air.
Finally he got off the bed, I heard him walking over to his closet and the next thing I felt was his leather belt on the bottoms of my feet as he smacked me hard. I yelped in pain, but he continued for a number of hits on each foot. Then he moved upward to my legs and smacked the insides of my legs a number of times. I was trying to protect my balls, another favourite spot of his, when he noticed this. He whacked my balls a few times with the belt, but not too harshly. He told me I had been good about being in chastity all month, and had accepted his dominance over me without challenging him. This included the session where he placed me in chastity and left me tied to his bondage chair for 5 hours. I had learned my lesson over the years with Him.
Then he was off to the shower, leaving the bathroom door open and I could hear the water running over his naked body. I wished I could watch him shower but that was quite impossible given my current situation. I lay there thinking about my day ahead, and how tight he had bound me today. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard Him coming back into the bedroom. He dressed quickly and told me he was leaving in a moment. He told me he purposely bound me tighter for this session as he wanted me to think of him all day, while he was at work. He asked me if I was alright and I replied that I wasn't sure if I could withstand the tight restraints he had put me into for the day. I asked him if he would be kind enough to loosen my bound ankles, by reducing the spread between them as I felt I my legs were really being stretched. He checked my feet and refused to make any adjustment which would make me more comfortable. He told me I would just have to get used to being tightly bound, as he really wanted me to think of him and long for him to return to (hopefully pleasure me) and untie me. I told him that my straitjacket was severely binding my torso also. He warned me to stop complaining or he would have to gag me for the entire day. I begged him not to do that to me. He made one final adjustment to my pillow, checked all the padlocks, pocketed the keys and opened his front door, locked it, and descended the stairs.
He had told me it was now 8:00 AM in the morning and he wasn't sure what time he would be home that night. I had been bound to his bed since 7:45 AM. Before he left he removed the clock-radio from the bedroom to make sure I couldn't tell the time, even if I did manage to slip the blindfold off my eyes slightly, within the spandex hood.
I was so completely bound, I had next to no maneuvering room on the bed whatsoever. My arms were bound by the jacket sleeves to my back, and chained and padlocked as well. I felt the padlocked collar around my neck restraining me to his bed with the chain running through all 4 D-rings and padlocked again on either side of the bed. The chain ran from under the mattress and doubled back, where he added padlocks after tightening the chain so there would be no slack on either side of my neck. My feet were similarly chained and padlocked through the D-Rings on my leather ankle cuffs. My head was totally hooded in tight spandex, with the collar over the spandex material on my neck, ensuring that I could not possibly wiggle it upward.
Then there was my cock and balls. My cock was unusually placed in my diapers today. Instead of being locked in a chastity device such as my CB3000, He was kind enough to unlock me from it, and just put a cock and ball harness on me. I was still able to get erect with it on. As a matter of fact, it was now helping me with a raging hard-on. I wondered if He did this as a reward for being bound so tightly all day, or if it was just by chance. The crotch straps of the straitjacket were tightly buckled behind me, up my butt. There was no way I was going anywhere until he untied me. My balls had no room to move at all, and I could feel a slight sensation in my cock, if I bucked my hips. I decided to explore that more later, but for now, I was really tired and wanted to sleep. After all, it was dark in His bedroom, I was effectively blindfolded, and sleeping would help pass the time of day.
I fell asleep within about a half hour after He left for work. I slept soundly for about three hours, I believe. I must have been very tired and tense due to the tight restraints. When I awoke I realized that I had a strong erection. It felt so fucking good to be able to achieve an erection, after being locked up in a chastity device for a month. I wondered whether I would be able to bring myself to orgasm, and slowly started bucking my hips up and down, as far as I could move within my bonds. My cock rubbed against the inside of my diaper and it felt great, but I soon stopped. I was worried that if I continued, I would eventually cum, but this would be an orgasm without permission from my Master. I would be punished severely for this, and He had already made sure that I would suffer with the tight restraints I was locked into.
Still, my need to cum started to overwhelm me and I decided to give it a try. I would worry about the consequences later. I continued bucking my hips up and down, slowly at first then gradually picked up my pace. My dick was hard as a rock and I revelled in it. After about half an hour or so, I felt that I was getting very close to cumming. I longed to stroke my dick but that was impossible. The next thing I knew I felt my cock explode and screamed into the hood. I bucked and writhed around on the bed as much as I could, and I didn't stop until every last bit of cum had spurt out of my dick. Luckily for me, it did not leak out of the diaper. Now I was wet and sticky, but I didn't care. I was also going to get into a lot of trouble if and when He found out. I thought maybe I could hide the fact that I had cum from Him. But I was only fooling myself, as I knew He would figure it out. I lay there panting and still, my muscles starting to get sore. I eventually drifted off back to sleep for about an hour again. This time when I awoke I felt the need to take a piss, but I didn't want to wet my diaper any more than it was already. I knew I had shot a big load after not cumming for over a month.
I figured I had been bound for about 5 hours already, but my day was not over. I lay there thinking about my Master, grateful to him for allowing me the pleasure of being bound to His bed for the day. But I was also annoyed with Him for tying me up so damn tightly. I felt He was not being totally fair to me; then again, I realized that I was thinking of Him and that is exactly what He wanted me to do.
My stomach felt empty, and my bladder felt full. My ankles hurt from the tightness of the leather cuffs and the chains I was bound to. I tried moving my head to change position on the pillow, but that was impossible. I felt my neck was starting to chafe from my collar as I tried to move my head from side to side. I gave up and just lay quietly. A few minutes later I heard footsteps on the stairs outside. Did I hear the key being inserted into the lock or was I just imagining it. Then I heard a door open and close and my heart started to race. Was He home? I was becoming confused as to how many hours had passed. No one came upstairs, it must have been the door downstairs that opened.
I settled down once again and realized I really had to piss. But I didn't want to wet myself yet, so I told myself to hang on. About an hour later I could hold it no longer, and I let myself pee into my diaper. I started slowly at first, almost hesitantly, feeling ashamed that I was wetting myself. The next thing I knew I was peeing full stream into the diaper and I felt it getting sopping wet. I must have pissed for a minute solid. By the time I stopped my diapers were really soaked and I was so glad I was wearing two extra abosorbent ones, with a centre lining of a third that I had cut out and placed inside the other two.
The afternoon passed slowly and my shoulders started to ache from my arms being in the same position for so long. My arms were also chained together to prevent even a little movement within the straitjacket. I guessed that I had been bound for about 7 or 8 hours. I was cold from laying on the bed with a thick plastic sheet under me. My Master had not covered me before He left.
I was really starting to hurt and my dick started to throb again. I tried to ignore my hard-on, but I was lusting for sexual release and relishing my tight bondage, even if it was causing me physical discomfort and pain. I loved the position I found myself in and I wanted the rest of the day to pass slowly, so I could enjoy my discomfort and pain. When I realized that my dick was still rock hard, I knew I had to have another orgasm. But I also knew that I was treading on dangerous ground, because I certainly had not been given permission to cum from my Master. After all, here I was tied to His bed, enjoying myself and hoping for a second climax. I started to buck my hips again, rubbing my dick against my wet diapers, feeling my balls tightly trapped between my legs by the crotch straps of the straitjacket as well as the cock and ball harness snapped on. I rubbed and rubbed and thrashed around as much as I could and felt myself getting closer to the point of no return.
I had been working up to a feverish pitch and suddenly I let loose with a scream as I shot another load of semen into my wet diapers. I shot spurt after spurt until I was empty and feeling exhausted again. Now my leg muscles hurt from keeping my legs rigid while trying to get my momentum going to achieve my second climax.
Soon I felt the room starting to get darker and figured it must have been around supper time. My stomach felt so empty and I was getting hunger pangs. My mouth was dry and parched. My ankles were in pain from the cuffs digging into them. I slowly drifted off again and awoke with a start as I heard the door downstairs open and close followed by footsteps coming up the stairs. My heart was racing and I braced myself for trouble. I heard the key in the lock of his apartment door and then He entered and came straight into the bedroom and stood silently, probably looking over His prisoner. I did not speak, as He had not greeted me or given me permission to speak. Finally He greeted me warmly and ran His hands over my legs and leather covered chest. He checked all the padlocks and chains to see if I was still securely bound. I remained still and silent.
He was gentle with me and rubbed my crotch and commented on my wet diapers. He lowered my diapers and started to pump my dick. To my surprise I started to become erect again immmediately. I started to moan and move around on the bed and he smacked my balls in response. I tried to keep silent but the pain in my balls made me whimper and he hit me again. Clearly, He was not giving me permission to speak. He continued to pump me slowly then he picked up the tempo until I shot a third load. That is when he noticed that something was wrong. For someone who hadn't cum in a month I didn't have much jism and He spotted this right away. He asked me to nod my head yes or no as to whether I had managed to cum while tied up today. I hesitated and did not say a word, as He still hadn't given me permission to speak. He prodded me by squeezing my balls. Finally I nodded yes and he chuckled before turning serious.
He asked me how many times I had managed to cum. Then He said "once" and I did not move. He said "twice" and I nodded my head yes. Again he chuckled and said he was proud of my determination and endurance. But then he told me that I would have to be punished as He had not given me His permission to cum before He left the house that morning. I apologized to Him immediately and told him I would accept his punishment. He said He would have to think about my punishment and He sat silently for a few moments on the bed. I wondered how He would punish me and I realized I should have stopped myself before I had not one but two orgasms while tied to His bed.
Then I felt him unlock the padlocks and chains around my collar and I thought He was going to release me. Instead, he unbuckled the collar and lifted my spandex hood up to my nose. He then forced a leather penis gag into my mouth and buckled it tightly around the back of my head. Then He reapplied the hood and collar, cinching it tighter, buckling it to the last hole and reapplying the padlocks and chains. I groaned and tried to move, for this I was whacked with His belt on the inside of my thighs and I yelped. Again, He struck me and again I yelped. He continued hitting my inner thighs with his belt and the strokes were getting harder. I bit down on the penis gag and remained silent while he continued hitting me and it stung like hell.
Finally he stopped and removed the cock and ball harness. Then I felt Him reapply the cuff of my CB3000 and I couldn't believe it. My cock hurt from cumming so much and he was handling it roughly, to force it inside the cage of the CB. When I heard the padlock click shut I wanted to yell but I had to remain silent or risk being hit again.
He bent down and whispered to me that he was going back out and didn't know what time he would be home that night. I shook my head no signaling to him that I didn't want him to leave me alone again. He simply ignored my silent plea. He told me I had been tied up for 11 hours already. Then he applied a single new diaper, and made sure to cinch my crotch straps tighter by one or two holes as well. He smacked my balls a few times and I moaned once only, absorbing the pain silently. He checked my feet making sure the chains hadn't come loose somehow. He adjusted the padlocks tighter by a couple of chain links for each ankle.Then I heard His front door open and He exited and locked the door and descended the stairs and was gone.
Damn, how could I have been so stupid to give in to a moment's pleasure, now I was paying the price. I was really fed up with being bound and now it was worse. He had tightened just about all of my bondage, my ankle cuffs, collar, gagged me and locked my CB3000 back on, and had left me alone again. I struggled and my cock got semi-hard within the confines of my chastity device. My cock was very sensitive and my balls ached. I settled down, tried to ignore my hunger and drifted off to sleep again, out of sheer exhaustion.
I must have slept for about 3 hours. The house was so quiet and dark. I shuffled weakly on the bed, hoping He would be home soon and finally release me from my bondage. What a bondage pig I had become.
My arms and shoulders really hurt now, and my ankles tingled from being bound so tightly for so many hours. I may have been suffering but I was in a rebellious mood, I had been all day long. I realized that now, I had known I would be punished for cumming without his permission, and still I proceeded to give myself not one but two orgasms. I had worked hard for them and I had paid for them, no doubt I would pay even more but I wanted to show him that I still had a mind of my own.
A short while later I heard heavy footsteps like someone hitting the outside stairs hard. I heard the door open and close downstairs and then the sound of footsteps coming upstairs. The sound of the key in the lock always makes me excited because I knew He was home. He went into the kitchen first, then the toilet. It took him a number of minutes to come over to see me in the bedroom.
What followed next can best be described as a beating. He beat the bottoms of my bare feet with his belt again. I received about ten whacks on each foot. Then he hit my inner thighs in exactly the same place as He had before. I grunted and bit down hard on my penis gag and thrashed around on the bed. Still he continued, and finally, I was broken and the tears started under the hood. He could hear me breathing hard and weeping softly through my gag. He put down the belt and smacked my balls hard about 5 times. I was shaking now, but still felt defiant. I think he realized that as well. Suddenly he stopped hitting me and lay down beside me stroking my face through the hood. He lifted up my hood and stroked my face telling me He had to punish me for being so bold as I had been today.
After I calmed down, he started unlocking the padlocks and chains. He helped me to my feet which were hurting and I stumbled. He sat me back down on the bed and held me for a moment or two. I was still gagged. He told me He had to think of further punishment for me because of my foolish behaviour today, but that could wait. For now it was enough that I would have bruises on my inner legs and that I would no doubt be sore as hell tomorrow. I was going to have to wear the CB3000 indefinitely, with no chance of cumming, and he would keep in regular contact with me. He told me that I had been bound to his bed and straitjacketed for a total of 14 and a half hours.
He still had made no move to release me from the straitjacket or the gag strapped tightly into my mouth. Instead he told me to lay back and gave me a more comfortable pillow and a blanket and let me rest for another hour before he would finally release me. He asked me to stand up and this time I was able to without his help. He hugged me tightly then undid the straps to my straitjacket and removed my gag. He told me he was proud of me for showing that I would not submit to him without being defiant in my own way.
I was extremely tired, sore and once again I had pissed into my diaper. I thanked him for a great session and he smiled at me. It was one of those smiles that made my suffering worthwhile. I left his house, drove home thinking about my day, showered before having a late night bite to eat. I wasn't that hungry anymore. I just wanted to sleep and rest. My cock started to attempt an erection again, even before I was asleep. Not being able to cum indefinitely would be tough but I deserved it. I knew I would be anxious for my next session.
[Are you still wearing the CB3000 or have you had that session yet? Let us know! BW]
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