Confessions of a Chastity Slave

It’s hard to believe it all started with some talk on a chat room. I was in college then, and always straight in real life, although not very successful with the ladies. But my dirty little secret was that I liked to go online and indulge my fantasy: being enslaved, feminized, and kept in chastity by a man.
At first, I’d wander through chat rooms and find a guy to be my Master for a night, and for an evening I’d be his little slut, giving my mind over to his pleasure, trying to be the girl he wanted. My fantasy was always being forced to serve while kept in some sort of chastity device: a belt or a cage, usually. In my mind, I’d be locked away, sucking my Master-for-a-day off, getting fucked hard in the ass, all the while my own little cock unable to stiffen or experience any pleasure at all.
But of course, in real life I’d be beating off like crazy. And then I’d cum, and the fantasy would be over, forgotten for a while. It was like that for a long time.
I’ve always been the monogamous type, though, so I guess it was natural I’d eventually find just one Master. And I did. Sean.
At first, it was just like any other time. But with Sean, even after I came, I felt strangely drawn back to him. There was something about him that drew the fantasy out of me: he probed me with his words, forcing me to bring up new wrinkles, new ideas, planting kinky new seeds in my imagination. Even now, I’m not sure how much of it was my idea and how much his: probably much more his.
Sean turned me on like no other. Instead of trolling around the chat rooms for new guys...