By the time I realized it, I had already completely surrendered to him. I was convinced that I was his, that no matter what path our lives took, I would always be his property. It didn't matter if days, weeks, or months had passed since the last time he used me. It didn't matter my situation, single or in a relationship, that would be the same to HIM. I was his.

But what I had not been aware of was that while he was raping me, torturing me, or humiliating me during that little over a year, he was also fucking my mind.

It was impossible not to think of HIM wearing the annulled and caged cock, it was as if his hand was grabbing me by the balls 24-hours a day. I wanted to get him out of my head, but it was impossible. The same thing happened with the cameras he used to watch me, it was like having his eyes on me all the time.

That's why the day I left the chastity cage and the cameras, I thought I was freeing myself a bit from HIM, and it was like that until the first time I had a sexual encounter with another man.

That day, trying to quench my heat, I looked for someone on an APP to come fuck me.

I started talking to someone who didn't take long to show up at my place.

The guy in question was about 30 to 34 years old, roughly my height, and quite attractive. He was not familiar to me at all, which was strange in these apps where the same profiles are repeated day after day, especially in my neighborhood, where everyone knows each other since it is far from the city center.

Indeed, he was not from my neighborhood, he was passing by on an errand and took advantage of being in a distant area from his own to connect to the APP in search of news.

Despite having told him what my sex preferences were and him saying he shared them, I did not see that dominant attitude that turns me on so much about him in his way of behaving, so I took the initiative by kneeling before him.

He took off his sweatshirt and revealed a well-kept, hairless body. My hands, unsure if I could touch him or not, went up to caress his belly. At that moment, the touch of his skin reminded me of my MASTER.

He unbuttoned his pants and placed his cock just inches from my mouth. I waited as a good submissive I am for his order to start sucking.

- Eat.

I started slowly, enjoying every inch of his cock and of course, making him enjoy it too.

The guy lay back on the couch and relaxed while I did the rest.

Despite being quite attractive and having a well-kept body, I did not experience a great excitement and my cock didn't quite get hard, but I kept on sucking his cock and licking his balls.

It's not my habit to touch my cock when I submit as a submissive because I feel like I would be breaking one of the basics of domination. I am not surrendering for my pleasure, but for the pleasure of the other person, although obviously, I do get pleasure from my submissi...