The Device[Text messages — Kevin & Dom Tyler — Monday, 8:43pm] Tyler: You’ve been thinking about it. Kevin: yeah Tyler: How long? Kevin: since you brought it up last week Tyler: And? Kevin: [typing indicator — 1 minute 12 seconds] Kevin: i think i want to try it Tyler: You think, or you know? Kevin: i know. i want to try it. Tyler: The device arrives Wednesday. We’ll do this properly. Rules. Limits. Check-ins. All of it discussed before you’re locked. Kevin: okay Tyler: Kevin. Kevin: yeah? Tyler: This is different from what we’ve been doing. Session edging is temporary. Chastity is continuous. You need to be sure. Kevin: i’m sure Tyler: Good. Wednesday night. My place. 7pm. Kevin: [read 8:51pm] [Kevin’s Notes app — Monday, 11:34pm, private] I can’t sleep. Tyler and I have been doing findom for six months. It started with regular tributes—$150 every other week. Then we added edging sessions where I’d tribute more when I was desperate and denied. But this is different. This isn’t temporary denial during a session. This is him physically locking my cock and holding the key. He said the device arrives Wednesday. He’s already ordered it. This was already in motion before I even confirmed I wanted it. That should worry me. It doesn’t. It makes my cock hard thinking about how certain he was that I’d say yes. Wednesday. Two days. [Text messages — Wednesday, 6:47pm] Tyler: You on your way? Kevin: leaving now. be there in 20. Tyler: Good. The device is here. We’re going to go over everything before anything happens. Understand? Kevin: yes Sir Tyler: Bring your wallet. Kevin: [typing indicator — stopped] Kevin: how much Sir Tyler: However much it takes. [Kevin’s Notes app — Wednesday, 6:52pm, in Uber] “Bring your wallet.” “However much it takes.” My hands are shaking typing this. I have $800 in my checking beyond bills. I don’t know if that’s enough. I don’t know what “however much it takes” means. But I’m bringing it all. 15 minutes to Tyler’s place. [Kevin’s Notes app — Wednesday, 8:34pm, Tyler’s bathroom] We’ve been talking for an hour. Tyler made coffee. We sat at his kitchen table. And he went through everything: The rules: ∙ I’ll be locked for one week minimum, two weeks maximum for the first time ∙ I pay $50 at the beginning to be locked ∙ I pay $25 every three days I remain locked ∙ If I want release before the two weeks, I pay $200 for early release ∙ If I make it to two weeks, release is “free” (though he pointed out I’ll have paid $50 + $100 in maintenance = $150 total) ∙ After release, if I want to be locked again, another $50 The check-ins: ∙ Daily text to confirm I’m physically okay ∙ Any pain or serious discomfort, I tell him immediately ∙ Emergency release procedure: I have a spare key in a sealed envelope. If I break the seal, the dynamic ends and we renegotiate from scratch The reality: ∙ This will be harder than I think ∙ Arousal will become frustration ∙ I’ll be constantly aware of the device and his control ∙ I’ll probably beg for release ∙ He’ll probably say no He asked if I understood all of it. I said yes. He asked if I could afford it. I told him I have $800 available. He said: “You’ll spend at least $150 over two weeks, possibly $350 if you can’t make it the full time. Can you afford that?” I said yes. He said: “Then let’s begin. $50 to be locked.” I sent it. He said: “Bathroom. Strip from the waist down. Clean yourself thoroughly. When you’re ready, come back out.” I’m in his bathroom now. The device is on the counter. Small. Metal. Looks medieval and modern at the same time. In a few minutes I’m going to put it on and Tyler is going to lock it and I won’t be able to orgasm until he decides I can. My cock is hard just thinking about it. Which is ironic because in about five minutes being hard is going to be uncomfortable. [Kevin’s Notes app — Wednesday, 9:03pm, back home] I’m locked. Tyler walked me through putting the device on. It’s—strange. Not painful, but absolutely present. I’m aware of it constantly. Aware that my cock is enclosed. Aware that I can’t get fully hard. Aware that Tyler has the key on a chain around his neck. Before I left he said: “Try to get hard.” I tried. The device prevented it. My cock tried to expand and couldn’t. It was uncomfortable. Not painful, but—frustrating. He said: “That’s what the next two weeks feel like. Every time you get aroused. Every morning. Every time you think about this. Frustration.” Then he said: “Your first maintenance payment is due Saturday. $25. Don’t forget.” I won’t forget. I’m lying in bed now and I can feel the device with every small movement. It’s not painful. It’s just—there. Constant. Impossible to ignore. Tyler has my key. I can’t take this off without breaking the seal on the emergency key, which would end the dynamic. I’m locked until he decides otherwise. My cock is trying to get hard and can’t and the frustration is already overwhelming. Two weeks. I don’t know if I can do two weeks. [Text messages — Thursday, 10:12am] Tyler: Daily check-in. How are you feeling? Kevin: aware of it constantly. got hard this morning and it was frustrating. Tyler: That’s normal. Any pain? Kevin: no Sir. just frustration. Tyler: Good. That’s what you’re supposed to feel. Remember: you’re locked until Saturday at minimum. Possibly two weeks. Your orgasms belong to me now. Kevin: [typing indicator — stopped] Kevin: yes Sir Tyler: Good boy. Talk tonight. [Kevin’s Notes app — Friday, 11:47pm] One day until my first maintenance payment. I’ve been locked for 48 hours and it’s all I can think about. At work. At the gym. Lying in bed at night. I’m aware of the device every moment. It’s not painful. But it’s—present. Constant. A physical reminder that Tyler controls when and whether I orgasm. I got aroused at work today thinking about a conversation with Tyler from two months ago. My cock tried to get hard. The device prevented it. I had to go to the bathroom and just sit there waiting for the arousal to subside. It’s only been two days. I have five more days minimum. Tomorrow I pay my first maintenance fee. $25 for the privilege of Tyler continuing to hold my key. I could break the seal. I could release myself right now. The emergency key is in my bedside drawer. But breaking the seal ends everything. And I’m not ready for this to end. I want to see if I can make it. [Text messages — Saturday, 9:02am] Kevin: [payment sent — $25.00] Kevin: first maintenance payment Sir Tyler: Received. You’re three days in. How’s it feeling? Kevin: constant. frustrating. i keep getting aroused and can’t do anything about it. Tyler: Exactly. And you have at least eleven more days. Possibly more if I decide to extend. Kevin: Sir you said two weeks maximum Tyler: I said two weeks maximum for the first lock. I didn’t say I’d release you exactly at two weeks. Kevin: [typing indicator — 1 minute 4 seconds] Kevin: understood Sir Tyler: Good. Maintenance payment #2 is due Tuesday. $25. Don’t be late. [Kevin’s Notes app — Tuesday, 8:47am] Six days locked. I sent the second maintenance payment this morning. $75 total now ($50 + $25 + $25). Tyler texted: “Halfway to the minimum. How are you doing?” I wanted to say “I’m struggling.” I wanted to say “This is harder than I thought.” I wanted to say “Can we talk about early release?” I said: “I’m okay Sir. Frustrated but okay.” He said: “The frustration is the point. Keep going.” I’m at work and I’ve been half-hard all morning and the device is preventing anything and it’s making me insane. Every time I get aroused I think about Tyler. About him holding the key. About the fact that he controls my ability to orgasm. And thinking about that makes me more aroused, which makes the device more present, which makes me think about Tyler more. It’s a loop. And I can’t escape it. Five more days until the minimum. I don’t think I’m going to make it. [Text messages — Wednesday, 11:34pm] Kevin: Sir Tyler: Yeah? Kevin: [typing indicator — 2 minutes 18 seconds] Kevin: i want to be released Sir Tyler: You’ve been locked for seven days. The minimum is seven days. You’ve just hit the minimum. Kevin: i know Sir. i want to be released. Tyler: Early release is $200. Plus you’ve paid $75 so far. That’s $275 total for one week locked. Kevin: [typing indicator — 1 minute 47 seconds] Kevin: i understand Sir Tyler: Or you make it to two weeks and pay only $150 total. You’re halfway there. You could save $125 by toughing it out. Kevin: [typing indicator — stopped] Tyler: What do you want to do Kevin? Kevin: [typing indicator — 3 minutes 12 seconds] Kevin: i want to be released Sir. i’ll pay the $200. Tyler: You’re sure? You’re giving up seven days in. You’re spending an extra $125 because you can’t handle one more week. Kevin: [typing indicator — 1 minute 8 seconds] Kevin: yes Sir. i’m sure. i need to be released. Tyler: Send the $200. When I receive it I’ll tell you when you can come over for release. Kevin: [payment sent — $200.00] Tyler: Received. Tomorrow night. 7pm. My place. Kevin: thank you Sir Tyler: Don’t thank me yet. We’re going to talk about what happened. About why you couldn’t make it. And about whether you’re going to be locked again. Kevin: [read 11:43pm] [Kevin’s Notes app — Wednesday, 11:58pm] I just paid $275 to be locked for seven days. $50 to start. $50 in maintenance ($25 + $25). $200 for early release. That’s more than my regular bi-weekly tribute. That’s more than I’ve ever sent in a week. And I’m going to be released tomorrow. I couldn’t make it two weeks. I made it halfway and broke. Tyler said we’re going to talk about why I couldn’t make it. I know why. The frustration was constant. Every moment of arousal was torture. I couldn’t think about anything else. The device was present every second. Two weeks felt impossible. So I paid to end it early. Tomorrow at 7pm Tyler will remove the device and I’ll be able to orgasm again. I’m already hard thinking about it. The device is preventing it. One more day. [Kevin’s Notes app — Thursday, 9:47pm, back home from Tyler’s] Tyler removed the device at 7:30pm. The first thing I felt was relief. Physical relief. The weight was gone. The constriction was gone. The second thing I felt was arousal. Overwhelming, desperate arousal. Tyler said: “Don’t touch yourself yet. We’re going to talk first.” We sat on his couch. Me with my cock out, hard, desperate. Him fully clothed, calm, holding the device and the key. He said: “You made it seven days. That’s not bad for your first time. But you paid $275 for one week locked. That’s more than you’d pay for two weeks if you’d made it the full time. Why did you break?” I said: “The frustration was constant. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every time I got aroused the device prevented it and it made me insane.” He said: “That’s what chastity does. It makes arousal into frustration. It makes you constantly aware of my control. That’s the point.” I said: “I know. I just—I couldn’t take another week of it.” He said: “So you paid $200 to end it early. You valued release more than you valued the money.” I nodded. He said: “That’s what I wanted you to learn. When I control your orgasms, I control something you need. And you’ll pay to get it back.” Then he said: “Stroke. You’ve been denied for seven days. You’ve paid $275 total. Cum for me.” I came in under thirty seconds. The most intense orgasm I’ve had in months. [Text messages — Thursday, 10:38pm] Tyler: You did really well tonight. I’m genuinely impressed. Kevin: thank you Sir Tyler: Ready for the next step? Kevin: [typing indicator — 1 minute 12 seconds] Kevin: what’s the next step Sir Tyler: Two weeks. $50 to lock. $25 every three days. No early release. You make it two weeks or you don’t. Kevin: [typing indicator — 2 minutes 47 seconds] Kevin: when Sir Tyler: Two weeks from now. That gives you time to recover and think about whether you want to commit to a full week with no escape option. Kevin: [typing indicator — stopped] Kevin: i don’t need to think about it Sir Kevin: i’m in Tyler: Good boy. Two weeks from tonight. 7pm. Bring your wallet. [Kevin’s Notes app — Thursday, 11:52pm] Two weeks. Fourteen days locked. No early release. No paying to escape. $50 to lock. $25 every three days. That’s $50 + $25 + $25 + $25 + $25 + $25 = $175 for two weeks. I made it one week this time. Can I make it two? I don’t know. But I’m going to try. Because Tyler is right—when he controls my orgasms, he controls something I need. And every tribute I pay while locked is me acknowledging that control. The money isn’t the point. The control is the point. And the money is just the language we use to express it. Two weeks from tonight, I’m getting locked again. And this time I’m going to make it the full time. Because Tyler has taught me something important: My orgasms belong to him. And if I want them back, I pay for the privilege. [Text messages — Two Weeks Later, Sunday, 6:43pm] Tyler: You ready? Kevin: yes Sir Tyler: This is your last chance to back out. Once you’re locked tonight, you’re locked for a week. No early release. No paying to get out. You endure the full seven days or you break the emergency seal and end our dynamic permanently. Kevin: [typing indicator — 1 minute 23 seconds] Kevin: i’m ready Sir. i want to do this. Tyler: Good. My place. 7pm. Bring $50 for the initial lock. Kevin: yes Sir Tyler: And Kevin? Kevin: yes Sir Tyler: This time you’re going to make it. Because this time you don’t have a choice. Kevin: [read 6:51pm] [Kevin’s Notes app — Sunday, 9:15pm, home, locked] I’m locked again. This time feels different. Last time I knew I could pay to get out early. This time I can’t. Seven days minimum. No exceptions. Tyler locked the device at 7:30. Put the key on his chain. Looked at me and said: “You’re mine for the next week. Your orgasms belong to me. You’ll pay $25 every two days for the privilege of staying locked. And at the end of seven days, if you’ve made it, I’ll consider releasing you.” “Consider?” I said. “I didn’t say I’d definitely release you at seven days,” he said. “I said seven days minimum. If I want to extend, I can.” My stomach dropped. He smiled. “But we’ll see how you do. First maintenance payment is Tuesday. Don’t be late.” I’m home now. Locked. Tyler has the key. I have no way to be released early except breaking the seal, which would end everything. Seven days. Starting now. [Text messages — Wednesday, Day 3, 2:47pm] Kevin: [payment sent — $25.00] Kevin: second maintenance payment Sir Tyler: Received. You’re three days in. How are you holding up? Kevin: constant frustration Sir. worse than last time because i know i can’t pay to escape. Tyler: Good. That’s exactly what you should be feeling. Keep going. Kevin: yes Sir Tyler: Next payment Friday. $25. And Kevin? Kevin: yes Sir Tyler: I’m proud of you. Three days is farther than you got last time before you started begging for release. Kevin: [typing indicator — stopped] Kevin: thank you Sir [Kevin’s Notes app — Friday, Day 5, 11:38pm] Five days locked. I sent my third maintenance payment today. $100 total so far ($50 + $25 + $25). Two more days until the minimum. I’m not going to lie—this is brutal. The constant frustration. The inability to orgasm. The awareness of the device every moment. But I’m doing it. I’m making it. Because I don’t have a choice. And that lack of choice is making it easier somehow. Last time I could quit, so quitting was always an option I was considering. This time I can’t quit, so I’m not wasting energy thinking about it. I just have to endure. Two more days. [Text messages — Sunday, Day 7, 8:02pm] Kevin: [payment sent — $25.00] Kevin: final maintenance payment Sir. seven days locked. Tyler: Received. You made it. I’m impressed. Kevin: can i be released Sir Tyler: Do you want to be released? Kevin: [typing indicator — 38 seconds] Kevin: yes Sir. i made it the full week. i want to be released. Tyler: Tomorrow night. 7pm. My place. I’ll remove the device and you can cum. Kevin: thank you Sir Tyler: You earned it. You paid $125 total ($50 + $75 in maintenance) and you endured seven days of frustration without breaking. You should be proud. Kevin: [typing indicator — stopped] Kevin: i am Sir Tyler: Good. See you tomorrow. [Kevin’s Notes app — Monday, 9:34pm, home from Tyler’s] He released me at 7:30pm. The device came off and the relief was immediate and overwhelming. Tyler said: “You did it. Full week. No early release. How do you feel?” I said: “Proud. Relieved. Desperate to cum.” He said: “You paid $125 to be locked for seven days. That’s half what you paid last time for the same result. Because you didn’t quit. You endured.” Then he said: “Stroke. Cum for me. You’ve earned it.” I came harder than I’ve ever cum in my life. [Text messages — Monday, 10:52pm] Tyler: You did really well tonight. I’m genuinely impressed. Kevin: thank you Sir Tyler: Ready for the next step? Kevin: [typing indicator — 1 minute 12 seconds] Kevin: what’s the next step Sir Tyler: Two weeks. $50 to lock. $25 every three days. No early release. You make it two weeks or you don’t. Kevin: [typing indicator — 2 minutes 47 seconds] Kevin: when Sir Tyler: Two weeks from now. That gives you time to recover and think about whether you want to commit to a full week with no escape option. Kevin: [typing indicator — stopped] Kevin: i don’t need to think about it Sir Kevin: i’m in Tyler: Good boy. Two weeks from tonight. 7pm. Bring your wallet. [Kevin’s Notes app — Monday, 11:47pm] Two weeks. Fourteen days locked. No early release. No paying to escape. $50 to lock. $25 every three days. That’s $50 + $25 + $25 + $25 + $25 + $25 = $175 for two weeks. I made it one week this time. Can I make it two? I don’t know. But I’m going to try. Because Tyler is right—when he controls my orgasms, he controls something I need. And every tribute I pay while locked is me acknowledging that control. The money isn’t the point. The control is the point. And the money is just the language we use to express it. Two weeks from tonight, I’m getting locked again. And this time I’m going to make it the full time. Because Tyler has taught me something important: My orgasms belong to him. And if I want them back, I pay for the privilege. |