Not suitable for under 18s Gift to Nifty ********************** Slipping on the device he chuckled away "yeah that's it".
I grinned at him holding the padlock in front of the screen. "Want me to lock myself then?"
"Fuck yes" I gripped the device. Slotted the padlock on and clipped it in "oh my fucking god you did it!!"
"Why the shock" I said laughing back
"Well I've got these" and he waved the keys at me!! ***********************
Part 2: Locked by Ryan
He suddenly hung up on the Skype call and went off line. I messaged him on WhatsApp. But he read nothing of my `what the fuck, you can't'
After an hour of messaging, all to no reply I was exhausted, frustrated and broken.
Now if you've ever read my other Nifty Story "Becoming Jeff's Leather Slut" you'll know of my experiences and solid identity as a total slut. I was a bottom boi to my core. But one thing I always defended was the right to own my cock. My 7.5", veiny monster. I loved my cock so much.
Guys would talk about not wanting to see it but I'd stand up for my right to own my dick. I loved how my junk felt, how it tasted, how my cum tasted. Someone removing that from me was too much. I'd been caught in my own horniness, especially as I'd locked myself.
I pulled on a black t-shirt with my chaps, boots and fingerless gloves. Added a leather jock and settled down to work. Trying to distract myself a bit.
About 4/5hours later I finally got a "how's it feeling message" from Ryan.
My initial reaction was to ignore, to keep my composure, not wind myself up. But I'm simple, I think with my dick and so I was instantly broken. I tapped out a "I'm frustrated, angry, pissed off, upset" kind of reply and waited.
His reply showed his skill as a dom guy. It took close to an hour to come and was "yeah, yeah and you're drooling too aren't you?"
I swear I'm too easy to read, even just on a messenger. I was drooling, down my face a little, drooling my brain out it felt like. He could easily tell. We arranged another video chat that he cancelled and in the end it was the following day that we were on screen again.
By the time we were on screen I was an obvious, horned up, mess. Drool was spilling out, I was gripping my locked junk and grunting a lot.
"Oh there, there. It's ok Sam" came his words. "Is being locked up breaking you a little?"
I grunted a reply only for him to laugh a reply at me. "Well let's distract that dumb mind of yours. Grab that big dildo and suck it, suck it like it's me and I'm there, suck it to be released"
Now I don't know about other guys but blowing inanimate objects like a dildo can be deeply unsatisfactory. There is no taste, no reaction, no pre cum. Just a rubber/plastic covered pole, sometimes with a fake cock head or veins to make it slightly better.
However, when you're deep in a stage of heat/horniness those issues don't exist. They're far from the mind and so/I just go at it like it's the real thing. Teasing, gagging, spluttering. All because I just need something! Locked it was even more pronounced. I gave every element of the pig I was to a 9" dildo. I loved the taste of my own spit, the sense of my drool covering my face and Ryan's verbal. "Oh look at you, you are nasty aren't you, a dumb, stupid, vapid slut. You can't get enough of that toy can you?"
I nodded, frantically, only to hear him hang up any log off leaving me in a state of total loss again. But most of all, turned on, and nothing to do about it!
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