stream of consciousness erotica because I'm locked and horny.

I had never been with a man before; not like this.

I mean sure, I knew I was bi. I jacked off to guys and watched porn where Masters and boys played together and it always did the trick, but this was different.

I saw his ad on Wednesday and couldn't stand it. I had to reply. The words he used seemed to jump off the screen and call out to me. "Don't be scared, Daddy's here." The title alone sent a shiver down my spine. I clicked to open the next page and there he was. Specks of grey in his charcoal black hair and a neatly trimmed goatee.

"Don't be scared. Daddy's here. Looking for a good boy to come and help me relieve some pressure. Experience with bondage and D/s a must. Boys who are into being teased and denied come right to the front of the line."

Daddy....

Why did it stick with me the way it did? Sure I enjoyed edging myself when I was in the right mood, and  who doesn't love a little teasing from time to time?

I left the ad up in another tab and tried to focus on the paper I was supposed to be writing. "When you're doing business in another country.... I wonder what he means by 'teased and denied?'"

I switched tabs and there he was. My cock twitched and my heart fluttered. My hand slid down my side and into my pocket....I slid my phone out and wrote down the number, my hands quivered as I tried to punch it in.

"This is Dan..."

I hung up. My heart was racing. I couldn't go through with it, this wasn't me. Meeting up with some guy on the internet. Jesus, he was probably a murderer, what's wrong with me?

My phone buzzed and my eyes shot to the screen. Fuck! It was him.

"H...h....hello?"

"It is very impolite to hang up on someone like that, young man."

"uhm.....I....think you have the wrong number..."

"I know exactly who I'm calling."

"I....I'm sorry. I was calling um...about.."

"About the ad."

"Yeah....about the ad....I uh....sorry. I just..."

"You just thought it would be fun to call someone at 12:30 at night and hang up on them?" My eyes shot to the clock. Fuck! I had been working on that paper all night and didn't even realize...

"I...I'm sorry. I was up late working on some things and I saw your ad....and I uh....I just felt like I needed to call."

"Needed to call because?"

"I...well...the uhm...title.....kind of stood out and I...."

"I see."

"yeah..."

"You've never done this before have you?"

"n...no..."

"No what?"

".....No sir." My heart stopped and my skin turned to gooseflesh. I felt it shoot all the way down my spine. How did he....I just...wait...what?

"Good boy. Listen, you sound like an alright kid, but it's after midnight. And it's Wednesday."

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to-"

"It's alright. I'm going to call you back tomorrow, about 7pm. I want you to be ready to talk to me when the phone rings. Think about why you answered my ad and I'm going to have some questions for you. I want you to think really hard and answer them truthfully. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir."

"I'll talk to you then."

He hung up, and I sighed, letting my eyes close and allowing his voice to swim around my head. I leaned back in the chair and allowed my hands to run over my body.....down my chest and stomach and slipping into my jeans.....I looked at the page in front of me. His hair, his voice...the way he used his voice..the way he knew exactly what to say to make me just.....I grabbed my cock and squeezed, moaning softly.

The phone buzzed a text message and startled me. I almost fell out of the chair trying to grab it. I shook my head and laughed at myself for acting like that. What, who's gonna see me jacking off at 12:30 at night in my own apartment? I unlocked the phone and looked at the text.

"Don't even think about touching yourself."

I'm going to be a Daddy!

No, not like that.

We have a friend who is a total sub and is cute as a button. He's very much into being the pet and we've been talking to him (mostly me but yeah) over the last couple of weeks.

A few days ago I was texting him and getting him all flustered on purpose, pushing his buttons and all of those fun things that you get to do when you switch. I told him that after work I might need a boy to come over and help me relax, and he was very excited for that.

He came over after I got off work and Mommy was already back from class, so we just hung around and talked about all the things that had been going on. Mommy wasn't feeling too great (nothing crazy, having wisdom teeth out soon) so she went to bed and he and I started talking.

We talked about limits, expectations, turn ons and turn offs, all kinds of things you should talk about when you're getting to know your sub a little better.....well he slowly moved closer and closer from his position on the floor across from my chair, and it got to where I was holding him in my lap while he cuddled like a good little pet. We stayed up talking until like 1:30 before we realized what time it was.

Can't wait for him to come over for some playtime. :D

more random musings

I don't know if I mentioned this in a previous post or not, but I kinda met up (online) with a big bro type through a website.

We got to talking last night about the little bro/big bro dynamic and I jokingly said that the only bad thing is that big bro's don't really snuggle one the couch with little bros.

i told him I guess that's why I like Daddy stuff so much and he said he'd be more than happy if I called him Daddy. Then he went on to say it was a shame I wasn't into pet play, and I told him about how actually I enjoyed it, but I like to talk too much to be a total pet. I told him about my life as a neko femboy on SL(before I quit logging) and he apparently saw a spark.

He told me he'd have to call me kitty and I got a little goofy, and he could tell I loved it. So he's been texting me all day, calling me kitty, talking about my little caged kitty cock and I just wish he were actually here so I could snuggle up to him on the couch like a good little kitty boy.

So yesterday at work...

I got sent off by myself to go work on this pump for a few minutes, which meant "go stand by this pump until somebody radios you to turn it on."

I was horny as fuck and had actually locked up in the middle of the night prior to this, so I was feeling a little adventurous.

Apparently I have a bit of an exhibitionist streak in me because I thought about taking a few pictures and it got me SUPER horny. So I unzipped my jeans and waited in exhilaration as cars would pass and I had to time everything just right so I didn't get caught. I snapped a few pics of my cage peaking out of my jeans and sent them to Mommy. Except her phone is wonky and won't receive picture messages so I had to put them on fetlife for her to see them.

She was very pleased. In fact, I think it made her whole day. She's been really depressed and it's gotten to the point where she's going to talk to someone, and after seeing the pictures she was all smiles and telling me what a good boy I was, and how sexy I was, and just being in a generally good mood.

After I got off work, we went out to eat and both got some margaritas, and then headed home to hang out and watch SNL. I jumped in the shower to rinse off the sweat from work and she poked her head in to say "I love you." Then a few minutes later she poked back in again and asked if she could join me(which, we haven't done in forever, mostly because our hot water heater hasn't been fixed yet, lol) and I practically jumped for joy when I said yes.

She slipped into the shower with me and started running her hands all over my body, and made sure to give lots of attention to my caged cock. God she is so hot! I love that feeling of being so horny and so excited and her little dainty hands can hold all of me in them with no problem.

We got out of the shower, watched SNL, and then decided to head to bed where there was more kissing and canoodling and teasing the boy while he pleasured her. Then sleep.






We had a talk recently, because she hasn't been showing much interest in my locking up and she told me it was because it seemed like to me, it was all about the cage and I was focusing everything on that instead of on her. She was right. It's easy to do that when you fetishize something, and when you're actually living it, that's all you think about sometimes, but you have to remember who's numero uno. Who got you there? Who helped you reach this point? Who's the one who really OWNS that cock and balls, and cage?

I'm glad we're at a good point now, and I feel a lot better about my obsessions. :P