More than a story, my reflection on my need to be forced into chastity, amidst my distress.

Good morning, Masters. my respects. Another night throwing semen, another night wasted, due to my lack of discipline and my addiction to porn, without the control of a Master. I need to find a Macho in Almería or nearby, who will lock me up once and for all, and allow me to focus and fulfill myself as a submissive. This way, it's impossible. The need leads me to talk to Masters, but time and time again, when we say goodbye and I go to sleep, I fall into temptation like a jerk-off addict, I cum without control, almost immediately, in a lamentable and shameful lack of discipline, mental and psychological. Driven by this lack, I don't have the slightest ability to control my masturbation, nor orgasm control. The days and nights pass, and all the interest, the desire, and the passion come when I get excited and disappear as soon as I stain my clothes, the bed, the floor.

I know it's unworthy. It prevents me from fulfilling myself as a submissive. First, because my sexuality is wasted, without direction, as time passes, when it could be passionately directed towards the adoration of a Macho that I wouldn't want to escape from, in the need to be satisfied, in the urgency that burns me, but controlled without recourse or concessions, in the chastity that leads me to desire, to the frenzy of being satisfied, although it can only be as the Master, and not the slave desires, through use, punishment, service, humiliation. Not as the slave desires, in unbridled freedom.

Much has been written about how chastity makes us slaves submissive, devoted, and compliant, that it multiplies our libido and creates enormous frustration, all of which are absolutely true. In the overflowing and continuously unsatisfied and frustrated libido, Masters find the material with which they build the chains that immobilize and bind our bodies and minds, making us want to desire them, adore them, and depend on them. There is no other way than to submit, to seek other parts of our body, installing our lust there, the new poles of our sexuality: mouth, nipples, torso, and entire back, buttocks, interior of the legs, the vulnerable scrotum, so sensitive to pain as to pleasure. But first and foremost (although beneath everything) our most rear place, the garden that Eros created in our most discreet and intimate place, for the pleasure of Them, the Owners, and ours. A garden of pleasure that They so effectively and skillfully know how to plow, pierce, sow, and make overflow with the care it requires. What will become our new sexes where the sublime attributes will fit, which we must welcome and satisfy, calming the hunger of Their sexes.