After some experimentation with the CB-6000 and a couple of false starts, last Tuesday i finally summoned up the courage to lock myself in and post the key to the Master who generously consented to be the keyholder.

So how do i feel?

Frustrated doesn't begin to cover it. It's worse than just not wanking. The chastity device may be discreet enough to wear under the clothes, but it's never subtle for the wearer. It bounces against me when i walk or run. i can't piss standing up. i always, always know it's there, even when the rest of the world doesn't. And because i know it's there, i get horny even more often than i usually would. Concentrating at work takes a herculean effort. And there's no relief.

I'm desperate to cum and i can't. Which is, of course, the point. i'd expected that.

What i hadn't expected is what a depraved faggot i become when i can't get off. i find myself idly playing and tugging on my nipples. On the Master's instructions, i've begun fucking myself with larger and larger buttplugs, and stretching my balls with weights - and filming it all for His entertainment. The things He wants me to do... normally i'd have any number of objections and excuses. i still do, but exhibitionism, masochism and submissiveness had overridden any measure of common sense i ever had.

He's amused by my antics, and i like that.