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Tags: bdsm, real experience, chastity, cbt, oral
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So I was chatting with GearedUpDude on Twitter that afternoon. He’d been responding to my chastity tweets, and we hadn’t been in touch in a while, so I said “hi”. I'd just hit 30 days locked in a device. It was my longest time locked in a chastity device ever. We chatted for a while before I dropped him an opening.
Reddywhp: I’m turning into a cock hungry faggot. It’s … quite the head trip. Almost following orders from any drive by on Scruff.
Reddywhp: I’m surprised how suggestible I’m finding myself. And I signed up for the rest of the calendar year. *facepalm*
GearedUpDude: feel free to swing by and let me use a boot on your crotch. just open the backyard gate, enter the garage, strip down to a jock, send the text, bow your head and wait
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Tags: bdsm, real experience, chicago hellfire club, Inferno
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Towards the end of my first Inferno, the afternoon of Tuesday, September 12, 2000, I was 25 and having a blast. I was only supposed to be there for Session A, but in a Sunday morning moment of clarity, I got my work vacation extended and Inferno Registration found space for me to stay for Session B.
That Tuesday afternoon, I was watching Jon beating on my friend Ryan. Jon had been introduced to me by Mike B as "one of my favorite monsters at Inferno", he was this enigma to me - so intense. He was punching Ryan's pecs with precision and focused attention; Ryan was taking it and smiling.
When Jon decided to give Ryan a break, he saw me watching nearby and motioned as if preparing to punch me. I puffed my chest out in response, and he gave me a quick jab - which of course momentarily winded me because I'd never really taken a punch before - play or otherwise.
