Histoire de chasteté gay - Ma vie d'esclave

Histoire Cage de Chasteté Gay - January 27, 2020

Gay Chastity Cage Story - My Life as a Slave

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A morning like any other

A ritual:

As I'm in the shower washing myself, my attention is almost immediately drawn to the chastity belt that securely holds my penis . I've always been careful to properly clean my chastity belt and my penis to maintain good hygiene. Every time I shower, I can still picture myself touching my penis, soft as velvet, slowly beginning to harden as I clean it. Unfortunately, these sensations are now only psychological; I haven't experienced orgasm in a long time. Even so, the thought comes to me frequently and compels me to try more, but of course, it's impossible. My useless penis strains helplessly against the chastity device my master gave me.

I get out of the shower and dry myself off. At the same time, I glance in the mirror. I think to myself that I look like any other 24-year-old. I look young for my age. People usually mistake me for someone who's still in high school. I'm barely 1.80 meters tall, I have short blond hair, and blue eyes. My body is toned, like all young people my age. But that's where the resemblance ends…

Very few 24-year-old men are completely hairless, have shaved heads, and wear a chain and padlock around their necks. Very few have nipple rings welded to their nipples. And very few wear a plastic chastity cage all the time. But my Master is happy with me, and that's all that matters.

A word of caution:

Enough talk, it's time to work. Today, my master isn't in town since he has to travel for work. When he's not here, I'm never allowed to act any differently. I always try to think that he could come in at any moment and inspect me. I have to put the anal plug back in, which I had removed while I cleaned myself up, took a shit, and showered. I lubricate it and bend over, working it slowly into my hole. Once upon a time, long ago, it seemed enormous to me; now I feel empty without it. Just like my chastity cage , it has become a companion since my master came into my life five years ago. Yes, my ass has been plugged and my cock locked up for five years now; after all this time, it seems natural. I wouldn't know what to do if they weren't there to constantly remind me of my duties.

The presence of the master in my life

I went back into the room to make sure everything was in order. I had already folded the blanket and placed the small pillow underneath it; my Master's bed was ready. I'm not allowed to touch it while he's away for work. I can't sleep in his bed unless he's home and I'm invited. Otherwise, I sleep on the floor at the foot of his bed. I'm allowed a small pillow and a sheet, that's all. I'm his slave after all, what else could I expect? Everything in the room seemed ready for my Master ; nothing had left the room.

A strict dress code:

Resin chastity cage Once I'm finished, I go to the hall closet to get dressed for work. In the closet, I have a box and five hangers. I only have a pair of (leather) boxer shorts; Master says that's enough for a slave to be completely naked all day. I have a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, a pair of Levi's 501s, and a pair of sneakers. These are for when he has to take me somewhere for the weekend. I also have my two work uniforms. These consist of black pants and white shirts. The pants are just tight enough to show my ass, but just loose enough not to be vulgar at work. The shirts are just tight and fitted enough to show off my beautiful body and my nipple rings. In addition to that, I have a black belt, four pairs of socks, a pair of black shoes, and an ordinary jockstrap that I'm allowed to wear under my uniform trousers to keep my chastity cage hidden. I also have a suit and a tuxedo that I'm sometimes allowed to wear when accompanying the Master to an event where he wants a companion on his arm.

A suitable job:

If you're wondering how I earn money, hence the need for a uniform, well, my master found me a job as a waiter at a friend's house. I work lunchtime, from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m., and only from Tuesday to Friday. This allows me to leave for work after my master and return before him, to clean everything up and pamper him before he gets home. Mondays are free for grocery shopping and heavy housework. The master demands an immaculate house. I was already a waiter when I met him. I mention this because I tend to give very generous tips. Not that I'm allowed to earn any money. Every penny I earn goes home and is given to my master. My boss makes me give him all my tips; he counts them and puts them in a sealed envelope. I don't need the money anyway.

An unbearable wait:

Every month, the Master buys me a bus pass so I can get to work. I'm allowed €5 in my wallet just in case, but other than that, what do I need? I'm his slave . He and my Master are friends. My Master asked him to give me the work I know how to do. Besides, he often goes there and is allowed to use me as a reward for letting me work for him. I don't complain; I'm a slave , what else would you expect? When I'm ready, I go to work. The bus ride takes me about 30 minutes, so I have to make sure I leave early enough. I can't wait for my shift to end! It's Friday, and the Master is due back this afternoon! His plane arrives at 5 p.m., so he should be home by 6 p.m. I hate it so much. When he's gone. Being a slave all alone in my Master's house is very lonely. During my work, I strive to focus on my clients; once finished, my mind turns back to the excitement of the evening.

Sometimes, if he's had a good business trip and I've followed all his instructions, he'll open my mouth and let me come . Oh, don't get me wrong, he's playing with me, teasing me for hours, just for fun, but in the end, sometimes he lets me ejaculate , though it's rare. Most of the time he's in a sadistic mood; he teases me and then locks me up just before he comes . To be honest, I think I prefer it when he does that. I've learned to love the feeling of blue balls , so sensitive and bursting with pent-up energy. I'm still hoping he'll let me come tonight because my testicles are getting extremely sore.

Once my work is finished, I hurry home. I want to be ready and expected, just as my master demands. He usually comes home at 6:00 PM, so tonight will be no different. The first thing I do when I get home is take off all my clothes and put them away neatly in the closet. Once that's done, I make a quick run through the house. I check for dust and lint and put away anything that's out of place. Once I've made sure the house is perfect, I head to the kitchen to prepare the Master's dinner. Over the years, I've become quite a good cook. Working in a good restaurant helps me a lot, since I can look at the dishes I serve and observe how they're presented. My master expects his meal to look as good as it tastes. Believe me, I learned that the hard way a long time ago! Once I've finished all the preparations and decanted the bottle of red wine I've chosen to accompany his meal, I head to the bathroom. I always shave my face and brush my teeth before assuming my position in the hallway to await the Master's return.

A strict position:

Once that's done, I go to the entrance hall, just inside the front door. I kneel, head bowed, waiting for him to arrive. I always try to be there by 5:30 p.m., just in case he comes home early for some reason. Until I hear his key in the lock, I'm allowed to relax a little and sit back on my heels. But as soon as I hear him, I must immediately change position, clasping my fingers behind my head and kneeling on the floor. I must keep my head down and my eyes closed, staring at my chastity cage . I must push my elbows back and hold them up to my ears, lift my chest, push out my pecs, and tighten my stomach. My heels must be together, my thighs spread as wide as possible, and my buttocks must not touch my heels but be raised just a little higher. It's not easy to maintain this position without my leg muscles aching. I'm always so grateful when the Master says, "You may relax and present." This means I'm allowed to bring my bottom back onto my heels while keeping the rest of my body unchanged. It might sound strange, but knowing exactly what's expected of me at any given moment without having to think about it makes life so much easier.

Kneeling skeleton Then he left, still leaving me on my knees. As my muscles began to protest, I realized he was making me suffer to get his own pleasure . I knew then that despite my aching cock and balls , there was very little chance I'd be able to come tonight. Finally, just before the clock struck 6:00, I heard the master's key in the lock. I immediately got into position. He opened the door and walked in. As my eyes fixed on my erect penis, I couldn't see his face. He ignored me and walked past. I heard him go into the house. I assumed he was taking his luggage to his room. I waited anxiously for him to return. He was ignoring me; was he angry with me? Had I messed up somehow? My legs were starting to ache. I heard ice cubes clinking in a glass, and the master didn't come back. I wait, my mind racing. Finally, he returns; I can still feel his presence before me. He leans down and pats my head, saying, "It's good to be home, my boy, it was quite a journey."