I like being alone. Sincerely. I don't mean to imply that I'm a total misanthrope, or that I don't take pleasure in being with people, it's just that I prefer to spend most of my time alone. Also, I do date and I do enjoy being physically intimate with people...just not that often. I've had a lot of girlfriends, but no one sticks around for a long time when you spend most of your time alone. By choice and by the nature of your profession.
I'm a writer and I always have been. When I was in grade school I would write little joke stories and circulate them among my friends. It sounds braggadocious, but they would plead with me to write more and to write faster because they loved my stories. Whenever I had a chance as a kid, I would sequester myself and write. Of course I read voraciously in order to hone my skills. I studied the craft of writing in high school and in college. Intensely and with a great dedication. I was lucky enough, at the age of 22, to start writing popular novels. Over the last 15 years I have created three best selling series and a myriad of other stories and novels. Those three best selling series are a bunch of schlock -- a hard boiled detective, a high powered but oddly empathetic lawyer, and a Greek mythological series that puts the gods into the context of being on a baseball team together at the height of the steroid period. I do get to write some serious fiction sometimes, but the cheesy ones are the ones that have made me wealthy.
Wealthy. Alone. Happy.
Over time, as part of a motivational strategy, I started edging. I found it motivational to look at pictures, read stories, maybe watch a video. At first, edging was something I did idly in order to stretch out the time between my need to recharge from an orgasm. Or I would get distracted with an idea while I was edging and dive into writing. Either way, it eventually became a motivational strategy to get writing done. I would set a word count goal for the day and would not let myself cum until I wrote the requisite amount of words. Needless to say, I always set achievable goals, or I would stay up until I finished. Occasionally I would go a day without just to spice thinks up, but I was always firmly in control of my own orgasm control games. I'll confess that it started to become boring, having that much control. Knowing each day that I could give in and finish anyway...it undercut the motivational aspects of it.
As an introvert, I spend a lot of time online. I've been part of various online communities and was an avid poster on social media and social media adjacent places like Reddit. Through one of the spicy online forum places, I started to communicate with people who practiced edging, orgasm control, and orgasm denial. It felt good to have people to talk to about the things I enjoyed doing. I also got some inspirational ideas about ways to supplement my motivational practices. Prostate stimulators, nipple clamps, and some self bondage techniques were added to my repertoire. And I made a few online friends. The most intriguing of which was a woman that went by the name Mistress Ursula.
Mistress Ursula and I began our correspondence talking about writing. She wrote incredibly hot stories about dominant women controlling the orgasms of both men and women. Her writing started to shape the fantasies that I was having and started to push the boundaries of what I wanted in my life. This involved longer periods of denial and being locked in a chastity cage. I also told her that I thought I might try my hand at writing erotica myself. She suggested that I read the Beauty series. These books were seriously hot and I was further intrigued because they had been written by Anne Rice. Anne Rice wrote immensely popular fiction, and although she published these books originally under a pseudonym, she eventually took credit for them. They only enhanced her prestige. Maybe I could try my hand at exactly this sort of fiction - create a world of kink and fantasy that I wanted to live in.
Mistress Ursula loved the idea, but she did not like that my motivational edging and denial was entirely self guided. She of course had a suggestion. She told me that she would send me a chastity device that was controlled through an app. She would therefore have the power to unlock me, taking away my control. By the way, she told me this was going to happen. She didn't ask if I wanted it to happen. I obviously wouldn't have said no, but I didn't have the chance. We started video chatting daily as well. A brief morning check in and an end of the day debrief.
Mistress Ursula had sent me pictures previously, but they didn't do her justice. She was a raven haired beauty, roughly my age in her mid 30's. She had a luscious body, with large breasts, large rounded hips, and a large strong ass. I was smitten with her immediately. In the external world, she was way out of my league. I'm not attractive, but I'm essentially uninspiring. Average height and build, slightly balding. But she was drawn to me by my desires and by my writing ability. It worked, online at least. The day the chastity cage arrived, she had me video her.
"Well, put it on." she told me.
