New Month, Same Slut (Resolutions, Day 88)

Happy April! Happy birthday month, if you’re one of the several cool people with a birthday this month. (Oh, and me, too.) I don’t know if I’ll be doing anything special for it? Birthdays feel like they matter just a little less as you get older – I’ll probably just have a few drinks with some friends, go out for dinner maybe. I was never a big extravagant party guy anyway, truth be told! The week beforehand, though, I’m thinking I’ll pop down and visit the family over Easter weekend. I haven’t seen them in a while, and while I’m fine with that (not in, like, a mean way) I feel like there’s an expectation that I go and see them at least near my birthday. I told my mum I would, but thinking about it, I’m not so sure if I should? COVID numbers are still pretty big here, and if that gets anywhere near my sister, that’s that. I might keep an eye on things and see how they look, but I won’t be booking any bus tickets quite yet, in case things turn.

Anyway, sexy times! I’m really enjoying just how many Dommes, subs, Mistresses and sluts I’m following on Twitter these days, it feels like every second thing I see is something really hot – whether it’s a kinky fantasy, clips from a recent session, a photoset showing off exquisite domination, or even just writing a few words that hit me in exactly the right way. It’s more than just that, though – it’s being able to get to know people, beneath the D/s layer. It’s fun to see these beautiful, powerful women, these obedient, kneeling subs, and learn about their hobbies, their passions. In a way, it makes the D/s that much more fascinating! Chatting with the people behind the scenes, so to speak. Still being just as respectful, to Dommes – just as teasing, to subs – but actually interacting on a non-kink level, too, rather than just going “yup, that was a hot post, moving on”.

Speaking of hot posts, though, it can be dangerous to just casually scroll through twitter while locked up. Some lifestyle femdom accounts post some incredibly sexy pegging clips, for instance, and they… well, they really drag my attention quite a bit further down, if you catch my drift. Or somebody will write a little story about keeping their slave pet chained up beneath their desk, utterly ignored while their tongue is put to good use in service of their Mistress’s pleasure – and you just know I love that shit. Sexy objectification photos, sluts getting spitroasted and pounded, dominant Goddesses, resplendent and awe-inspiring… It all just gets lodged in my head, and therefore my cock, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.

And I kind of love it?


I mean, enjoying the denial is hardly a surprise at this point, I jumped at the opportunity when Mistress Charlotte told me I’d be getting a chastity device. Sometimes I feel like it just doesn’t hit me as hard as it could, as hard as it seems to hit others. Maybe they’re just playing it up for the stories, but I swear I see people saying “woah, I was locked up and couldn’t cum for a whole week, I almost lost my mind” and it’s like… How?! I don’t even remember my last orgasm (well, I do, because I lapped it up from a dog bowl, but that’s beside the point). It simply isn’t something that’s up to me. Not to say I don’t have any sexual desire or anything – I certainly do touch myself a lot (when that’s physically an option, that is) – and I certainly do feel the effects of being locked up. It only takes a few words, or the mildest task, from Mistress Charlotte before I’m straining against the cage, all the blood in my body desperately trying to flow to that one singular point. It’s just, the lack of regular orgasm – chastity or no – doesn’t seem to drive me as wild as it does others.


Then again, who knows? I’ve not been in charge of my orgasms for so long now – maybe I already lost my mind a long time ago, and I just haven’t noticed yet. That sounds about right, honestly. Thanks for reading.

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