Dear Shoeblossom
I have a tale for you...here in the Cloisters, they call me the "Sonic Submissive Story-Spinner" Sonic for short, and I thought you'd find this one invigorating!
I have been having such a hard time sleeping. I have a chastity piercing at the end of my penis.
I stay up at night because I can't cum, and having an orgasm is so relaxing.
And since the piercing can attach to other things, my fiancée, worried that I have too much time on my hands, will come to my apartment sometimes and lock a metal hoop to the piercing,.
Clementina then attaches the piercing to a foot long chain on the bathroom floor, so I can rise to pee or poo, but not really get much further than that.
And that will be it for my evening. No books, computer, phone, porn or television, just sitting there on the bathroom floor with my dick attached to this silly chain.
Clemi got the idea once, when we were visiting my maiden aunt, an old bag who locked her poor dachshund in the bathroom when she went out, so he couldn't do any damage to the house.
It was miserable, cold and boring having him in there, Aunt Ermengarde told us frostily, but "at least I know what the little bastard is doing."
Sometimes if I complain too much, Clemi will whip me with a cut off extension cord she found in the garage. She will make my bare behind scarlet and then make me wear a bonnet and diaper and stand in the corner.
I'm usually crying in the corner, and can't see what she's doing because the bonnet cuts off my peripheral vision, and of course she's watching TV with her boyfriend, or something like that.
I think we had more alone time together when we were just friends!
I really hope that Clementina and I will live together before we're married, because the marriage is a ways off.
But she needs her space. Sometimes she comes by with friends, and the guys she occasionally sees (it's a problem) to check on me, and I kneel nakedly, feeling very awkward as they look at the peculiar metal thing at the end of my schlong.
But at least then she's paying some attention to me.
I met Clemi at the Barnsley Bondage Bazaar, and we had a bit in common, I guess. She was there with some jerk who wanted to tie her up and torture her, and she finally realized, when he was pricing the cuffs and whips, that this wasn't for her.
But I got her number, and began calling her.
Tall, with curly permed, teased hair, and those rosebud lips, Clemi was one of those unforgettable girls. She always had other stuff going on, but I made myself useful, I took her shopping and fixed her car.
I got groceries for her and more than once made dinner for Clemi and one of her lovers.
And Clemi figured out my proclivities quickly, and took full advantage of them.
"One thing that's nice about you submissive, deferential guys, Sonic is, you are so nice and helpful. The other men I see are just assholes. Sexy, but total assholes."
"Derek is such a fox, right, and Lloyd, too. But they know it, and so many other women are all over them that they don't really want to settle down, either of them.
It's just wham-bam thank you ma'am."
One afternoon as Clemi was bemoaning her single status, and the poor behavior of these creepy guys, she took my hand and looked at m exasperatedly with those limpid blue eyes, and she'd smiled.
"But you, Sonic, you're great. You're the kind of guy a girl wants to have a tea party with."
She gave me a huge kiss, and I almost fainted.
At that point, of course, I wasn't in chastity, had jerked off that morning, but my dick got so hard...what a hot girl my new friend was!
"I love it that you're there for me, Sonic. You are such a sweet, caring man."
Clemi had this sort of heavy, mean look, though she was slender and curvy at the same time. But at times she was kind of a sneering type.
When we were driving, she might honk at some poor bicyclist shouting "Out of the way, queer-boy!"
Sometimes when we all played football in the park, Clementina would toss me the ball and somehow incite her male buddies to all tackle me at once and push my face into the mud because it made her laugh.
I used to watch "Little House on the Prairie" on video as a youngster.
My parents were evangelicals, and preferred we watch taped very tame stuff from the 1970s than what the culture has to offer now.
Really, to my folks, even "Sponge-Bob" was obscene.
In the "Little House" stories, the Ingalls family was virtuous and boring, but there was this fascinating mean girl, Nellie Oleson.
Nellie sneered and scoffed and made trouble and tossed her curls, and the show was only good when she was the main character.
And, like Woody Allen said in "Annie Hall" he had always preferred the "Wicked Queen" to Snow White in the Disney animation.
And Clemi really was like that, in a way.
I don't mean Clemi was a horrible person. I loved taking her to flea markets, and helping her do repairs around her place. I was fairly good at that stuff, having grown up in the country.
And I discussed female domination with Clementina, she had after all, met me at the bondage bazaar.
Once or twice she was my escort at scene parties, and I would wear a chain around my neck and little else, and Clemi would be resplendent in a leather corset.
Sometimes she'd make me eat the party food out of a dog bowl, but we were only kidding around of course.
But it so interested her that I was so involved with that, and that I went to see these dominant women and PAID them to mistreat me, sometimes.
But that afternoon, when Clemi told me how good I was, I began giving her a massage, doing it over her little yellow t-shirt, casually watching her breasts shake from the side as she sat in front of me on the couch.
"I'd love a full body rubdown, maybe even to undress to my bra and panties." Clemi smiled at me briefly.
"But I'm not sure yet whether I feel comfortable with you seeing me with less clothes on."
She paused, laughing. "You might think I was fat, Sonic."
"I know you're fishing for compliments, Clemi..." Daringly, I leaned over and kissed her cheek as I continued the rubbing of her shoulders.
"I might not be able to relax, you know?"
I wanted to make a snarky remark about how Clemi seemed to relax easily enough with the jerks she drank with at the Red Dog Tavern, but I kept my comments to myself that day, thankfully.
"You know, Clemi, it might be easier for you if you saw me naked first."
I said this casually, and hoped she wouldn't go nuts. All I needed was a #Metoo problem here.
Like I said, Clemi was kind of a tall, strident party girl type. Big hair, long nails and quite contemptuous looking. I fantasized often about cowering naked under her sharp gaze as she stood clothed (in tight, hot clothes) before me.
And I worried about Clemi maybe being offended and having her boyfriends come and beat me up for being so creepy and pervy...and I fantasized about it.
"Georgie Porgie, Pudding and Pie, kissed the girls and made them cry. When the boys came out to play, Georgie Porgie ran away."
Just imagine it, I thought, as I continued to rub her shoulders. Maybe she and the boys taking turns whipping me with belts and making me scream like a little bitch!
But now, Clemi turned and smiled, and my kneading fingers fell away.
"You know, Sonic, that might be the best idea. Why don't you take off your clothes?"
And it all happened so fast. I removed my nerdy cardigan and my dickey-tie and of course the plaid pants and my tightie whities, a little pink because I'd washed them with a red blanket.
And now we were sitting there on the couch again, me facing Clementina in my birthday suit.
That afternoon was the beginning of something else, let me tell you. Clemi had looked down at my cock, which was getting harder under her steady gaze.
"It's not a particularly big penis, is it?" Clemi reached down and sort of toyed with my glans, and my member stiffened as I watched her purple glittery nails glide up and down the shaft.
Twirling a permed lock in her right hand, Clemi frowned at my hands nervously.
"Sit on your hands, Sonic. I don't really want you pawing me right now." she said severely, and I obeyed.
But then I had a thought. "Clemi, used to be a cop, right, you still have your handcuffs?"
When she had me cuffed, Clemi giggled as she tweaked my nipples on my narrow chest.
"I should invite Lloyd over here to see this. He already thinks you're a weird little faggot." Bending over, Clemi's curls fell around her neck as she rubbed my penis a bit more.
I imagined Lloyd fucking Clemi and forcing me to suck his balls as he mounted her...
All in all, Clemi and I had a great afternoon. She explored my cock and testicles extensively, and waved her fingers around my butt-hole.
