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A recent session I told him to write it all down from his perspective. I asked him to put it on his blog. What do you think of the technique I used? I was trying to mess with his mind. Of course, I was locked up and had been for a while. I walked into the bedroom expecting nothing. She motioned to lock the door. “So it begins,” I thought. I could see she had put on some very red lipstick; she knows I like that—a sure sign she wants to play in contrast to her sweatpants and t-shirt. With just a click and a look, I knew she wanted my clothes off and my hands behind my back. I instantly obeyed, turned around naked with my hands behind me. I could feel my cock cage starting to lose its extra space. “Good boy,” she said in a sultry tone that promised an interesting occurrence was soon to happen. Standing there with both her and my hands behind my back completely naked while she was fully clothed gave me an exciting little thrill. I felt the cool steel of handcuffs on both wrists. She spun me around. She reached around my back getting inches away from my face. She clipped one of those mountain climbing metal clips that had been attached to the 8-foot tall 4x4 bedpost through an eyebolt to my cuffs. “Look me in the eyes,” she said, “are you volunteering of your own free will to participate now and let me do whatever I want? Last chance to say no.” “Nod if you agree,” she said. I nodded. “Good boy!!!!” she said with delight, “just do whatever the fuck I say and I will be delighted! Spoiler: mindfuck ahead, no condom!” She giggled. She lightly stroked my cage then grabbed it tight. “Look me in the eyes, are you expecting to cum?” I nodded no. “Good boy!!! That’s right; you should always expect NOT to cum, then you will be able to play and never ever be disappointed.” I nodded. “You are being so good today. It’s very sexy. Kudos on staying quiet; you know Love that.” “Such a very sexy good boy,” she whispered in my ear…“so, so, SO good”. She smiled. “Stand right there,” she said, then produced a wrapped towel from under the bed, unwrapped it and put a large cookie sheet on top of the towel directly under my cage. Oddly enough, I could feel heat coming off of it. “It’s plenty hot; don’t touch unless you’re into pain.” She bubbled gleefully. Looking into her eyes, she could see I had no questions as to why the hot pan was there, but just blank complete trust. “Oh my goodness, no questions, just trust.” “You are getting so good at this: silence, obedience and trust turns me on. Good boy!!!” “Your making me so excited.” “I may have to do something sexual to reward you about that later—now you MUST WATCH!” I nodded. “Good boy!” She exclaimed, took off her skirt and laid down. She produced a Hitachi magic wand, clicked it on low and started rubbing it on the front of her red silk panties. “Give me what I want; watch and really enjoy it. I will know if your faking.” I silently nodded. “Oh very good boy,” she said. I could see her motioning the wand, looking into my eyes searching for excitement. She giggled as she worked her wand, being both happy and fighting a little shyness. She said, “You know you agreed to all this; you know you can’t get out.” I nodded. She said, “Is this exciting for you?” she moaned. I nodded, knowing not to speak. “Well, we will just see about that in a few minutes,” she said. This went on for an achingly long time. I could see her watch me watching her. The wand was going slowly back and forth. I could hear her little moans. “You have been so fucking good so far; this next step hardly seems necessary. I thought it would be, but no—I have trained you well.” She then said gleefully, “But this next step will fuck with your head, so I am going to do it anyway—needed or not. I hope you understand it’s just business.” I nodded quietly. “Oh, you’re being so fucking good,” she said. Getting up out of bed, she pulled off her soaking wet panties. “These are wet enough now to make them worthy.” She snapped her fingers; I knew what she wanted and opened my mouth wide. “Wait, let me find the wet side for your tongue.” She fumbled a bit, “there it is, wow that’s really really wet!” I could feel the wetness all over my tongue as the panties were shoved into my open mouth. “There baby baby baby. I hope you like the taste, but it really doesn’t matter since you agreed to comply and your locked in a cock cage and handcuffed to a large bedpost.” “Take it bitch,” she playfully giggled. “Wait until you see what I will do to you next; you have no options now anyway. I am going to do whatever the fuck I want. Is that exciting for you?” I quietly nodded. “Good boy! I love the silence your giving me, but now it’s a lot easier with my sloppy soaked panties crammed into your mouth.” (I nod.) She giggles. Then lying on the bed she looks at me as I watch her with her wet panties in my mouth. She starts with the wand again. After a few minutes, I could see her getting off on the wand as her eyes strayed. “Damn!”, she exclaimed, “looking at you naked, handcuffed to the bed with a cock cage that I have the only key to is starting to make me think you may really be my bitch boy.” She had that mischievous half-embarrassed grin. “You know what really gives it away? Those bright red pussy-soaked panties in your mouth!” She giggles. “Well, bitch, we are about to see just how much of a bitch you are.” She then gets serious about the wand. In between moans she says, “I am about to cum because I get to anytime I feel like it, and you can’t—unless I say so.” She gasps, working the wand and trying hard to talk. “Does that fact excite you? We are going to see for sure if it does in a minute.” She starts to climax. I watch her cum; it’s so beautiful. She leaves me there, changed and cuffed, and I was preparing myself mentally for having to stand there for quite along time as I thought she would fall asleep. She then surprisingly gets up. “Ok baby now for the reveal where we find out if this was really exciting for you or just bullshit and if your really my bitch boy for sure or just faking it.” She picks up the large cookie sheet, still very warm but not hot. A red spatula appears in her hand. She works the steel pan and spatula that had been under my cage. “Well, the first question is no longer a mystery; look at all the excitement.” She tilts the pan to show me quite a lot of cum / precum mix. “Wow you really like this sort of play. That’s a lot. Dicks don’t lie. Liquid truth.” “Well on to the next question, are you truly my bitch boy?” She sets the sheet down on the bed, removes the cuffs from the bedpost but not the cuff itself. She lies down on the bed as I stand there. “Pop out those panties baby; your hand washing them later by the way.” I nod. “Good boy, you may get to cum someday yet—probably not today though, but you never ever know. I hope your not expecting it now. I nod no. “Good good boy, or should I say good bitch boy? We will see.”

As she’s lying there she starts using the red spatula to lay on layer after layer of my liquid excitement over her pussy. She snaps her fingers and points. Handcuffed I start to lick. She giggles “you just may be my real bitch boy after all, but there is a whole lot more here; lets see if your going to go all the way.” She starts fingering herself with my cum working around my flittering tongue. “That’s it good boy, Good boy.”

This goes on quite a while. “Well that’s it, I think were out; you did so good eating it all. Wait there is a little left here on the spatula and pan; lick it off.” I do as she watches and giggles. “You are one obedient mother fucker literally”. She says. “All your obedience made me feel like I want some more mouth,” she snaps her fingers and points.

I enthusiastically start licking. “Damn oral sex with just a snap, and you even licked the pan clean; I think it’s clear you are my bitch boy. Keep licking good boy; don’t stop till I say and when I am through I will let you go to sleep after watching about perform three or four cage free edges.”

“BUT NO CUMMING!” I wasn’t going to let you do anything but you have been very good” I nod “Good boy” She says. I wake up the next day, uncuffed, but still caged. I am hoping to cum one day, but when that day actually comes I don’t really care because she constantly does fun and interesting stuff like this, keeping me on edge as long as I do what she tells me to do willingly. I wouldn’t trade cumming for all these tease mind fucking sessions, they just too much fun to give up for 6 seconds of pleasure. It is just like I wouldn’t trade never knowing if I will cum for knowing I can cum anytime I want. One is more fun than the other. It’s exciting never knowing. At this point I have voluntarily given up all my choice to her anyway so it doesn’t really matter what I like or don’t like now anyway. From His Blog

(spoiler, it did)

> Dogchasecats said: > > In a recent session, I asked him to document everything from his point of view and post it on his blog. What do you think of the method? I was trying to get inside his head. Of course, I had been locked up for some time already. Walking into the bedroom with no expectations, she gestured for me to close the door. “So it begins,” I thought. I noticed her wearing bright red lipstick—a shade she knows I prefer—which signaled that playtime was on, especially given she was dressed down in sweatpants and a t-shirt. With just a click of the lock and a glance from her, I understood: clothes off, hands behind my back. I immediately complied, turning around naked with my wrists held together. I could feel the extra room in my **cock cage** beginning to disappear as it settled against me. “Good boy,” she said, her voice sultry and promising an interesting event soon. Standing there completely bare while fully clothed, with both our hands positioned behind us, gave me a delightful little thrill. I felt the cool steel of the **handcuff**s on my wrists as she spun me around. She reached back toward my face, getting close enough to touch it, and clipped one of those mountain-climbing metal clips—already attached via an eyebolt to the 8-foot tall 4x4 bedpost—to my cuffs. “Look me in the eyes,” she commanded. “Are you volunteering your own free will to participate now and let me do whatever I want? Last chance to say no.” “Nod if you agree,” she added. I nodded. “Good boy!!!!” she exclaimed with delight, “just do whatever the fuck I say and I’ll be delighted! Spoiler alert: mind-fuck ahead, no condom!” She giggled. She lightly stroked my cage then gripped it firmly. “Look me in the eyes again—are you expecting to cum?” I shook my head no. “Good boy!!! That’s right; you should always expect NOT to cum so that when you do play, you’ll never be disappointed.” I nodded along. “You are being so good today. It’s very sexy—kudos on staying quiet, as Love knows well.” “Such a very sexy good boy,” she whispered in my ear… “so, so, SO good.” She smiled. “Stand right there,” she said, then retrieved a wrapped towel from under the bed. She unwrapped it and placed a large cookie sheet directly beneath my cage on top of the towel. Interestingly, I could feel heat radiating off it. “It’s plenty hot; don’t touch unless you’re into pain,” she bubbled gleefully. Looking into her eyes, she saw that I had no questions about why the pan was there—only blank, complete trust. “Oh my goodness, no questions, just trust.” “You are getting so good at this: silence, obedience, and trust turn me on. Good boy!!!” “You’re making me so excited,” she said. “I may have to do something sexual later as a reward—but for now, you MUST WATCH!” I nodded. “Good boy!” She exclaimed, removed her skirt, and lay down. Producing a Hitachi magic wand, she clicked it on low and began rubbing it against the front of her red silk panties. “Give me what I want: watch and really enjoy it. I will know if you’re faking.” I silently nodded. “Oh very good boy,” she said. I could see her moving the wand, looking into my eyes to search for signs of excitement. She giggled as she worked, appearing both happy and slightly shy. “You know you agreed to all this; you also know you can’t escape.” I nodded. “Is this exciting for you?” she moaned. I nodded again, knowing not to speak. “Well, we’ll see about that in a few minutes,” she said. This continued for an achingly long time. I could tell her watch was tracking me watching her. The wand moved slowly back and forth; I heard her soft moans. “You have been so fucking good thus far,” she remarked. “The next step hardly seems necessary, though I thought it would be. No—I’ve trained you well.” She then said gleefully, “But this next step will fuck with your head anyway, needed or not. I hope you understand—it’s just business.” I nodded quietly. “Oh, you are being so fucking good,” she said. Getting up from the bed, she pulled off her soaking wet panties. “These are wet enough now to be worthy.” She snapped her fingers; knowing what she wanted, I opened my mouth wide. “Wait, let me find the wet side for your tongue.” She fumbled a bit. “There it is—wow, that’s really, really wet!” I could feel the dampness all over my tongue as the panties were shoved into my open mouth. “There, baby, baby, baby. I hope you like the taste, though it doesn’t matter much since you agreed to comply and are locked in a **cock cage** with your wrists cuffed to the large bedpost.” “Take it, bitch,” she playfully giggled. “Wait until you see what I will do next; you have no options now anyway. I am going to do whatever the fuck I want—is that exciting for you?” I nodded quietly. “Good boy! I love the silence you’re giving me, but it’s much easier with my sloppy, soaked panties crammed into your mouth.” (I nod.) She giggles again. Lying on the bed, she watches as I stand there with her wet panties in my mouth. She resumes using the wand. After a few minutes, I could see her getting off on the stimulation; her eyes strayed slightly. “Damn!” she exclaimed. “Looking at you naked and **handcuff**ed to the bed—with that cock cage where I hold all the **key**s—is starting to make me think you might truly be my bitch boy.” She had a mischievous, half-embarrassed grin. “You know what really gives it away? Those bright red pussy-soaked panties in your mouth!” She giggles. “Well, Bitch, we are about to see just how much of a bitch you truly are.” She then gets serious with the wand. Between moans, she says, “I am about to cum because I get to decide when; and you can’t—unless I say so.” She gasps, working the wand while trying hard to talk. “Does that fact excite you? We are going to see for sure in a minute.” She starts her climax. I watch her **cum**; it’s beautiful. She leaves me there, changed and cuffed. I prepared myself mentally to stand there for quite some time, thinking she would fall asleep. Surprisingly, however, she gets up again. “Ok, baby; now for the reveal where we find out if this was really exciting for you or just bullshit—and whether you are truly my bitch boy or just faking it.” She picks up the large cookie sheet, which is still very warm but not hot. A red spatula appears in her hand. She works the steel pan and spatula that had been positioned under my cage. “Well, the first question is no longer a mystery; look at all the excitement.” She tilts the pan to show me quite a lot of cum/precum mix. “Wow, you really like this sort of play. That’s a lot. Dicks don’t lie—liquid truth.” “Well, on to the next question: are you truly my bitch boy?” She sets the sheet down on the bed and removes the **cuff**s from the bedpost but not from my wrists. She lies back down as I remain standing. “Pop out those panties, baby; your hands will be washing them later by the way.” I nod. “Good boy—you may get to cum someday yet—probably not today though, but you never know.” “I hope you aren’t expecting it now,” she says. I shake my head no. “Good good boy—or should I say, good bitch boy? We will see.” As she lies there, she starts using the red spatula to lay layer after layer of my liquid excitement over her pussy. She snaps her fingers and points; **handcuff**ed in place, I start to lick. She giggles. “You just may be my real bitch boy after all—but there is a whole lot more here. Let’s see if you’re going to go all the way.” She starts fingering herself with my cum working around my fluttering tongue. “That’s it, good boy—good boy.” This goes on for quite a while. “Well, that’s enough; I think we are done. You did so well eating it all. Wait, there is a little left here on the spatula and pan—lick it off.” I do as she watches and giggles. “You are one obedient mother fucker literally,” she says. “All your obedience makes me feel like I want some more mouth,” she snaps her fingers and points. I enthusiastically start licking. “Damn oral sex with just a snap—and you even licked the pan clean—I think it’s clear you are my bitch boy; keep lickin’.” "Good work, boy. Keep going until I give the word, and once we're done, you can drift off to sleep after enjoying three or four delightful cage-free moments—BUT NO CUMMING!" I hadn't planned on letting you do much else, but you've been such a good lad. > I nod my head > "Good boy," she remarks. > The next morning, I wake up unshackled at the wrists yet still confined in my cage. While I yearn to release myself one day, when that moment finally arrives, it hardly matters because she keeps things fresh and engaging like this, maintaining my tension as long as I comply willingly with her commands. I wouldn't swap those teasing mind-bending sessions for all the cumming pleasure; they are far too enjoyable to surrender just for a few seconds of relief. It feels similar to preferring not knowing if I can cum over knowing that option is always open. One offers more excitement than the other. The uncertainty is thrilling. > By now, I've willingly surrendered my decision-making power to her anyway, so it really doesn't matter what preferences remain for me or against me anymore. > From His Blog > > (spoiler alert: he did) > Click to expand... A very lucky fellow indeed