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There’s a theory in physics that there are multiple universes, and that everything that ever could happen does happen in another universe. Every path not taken, every decision not made….somewhere out there another version of you actually did it.
But...

There’s a theory in physics that there are multiple universes, and that everything that ever could happen does happen in another universe.  Every path not taken, every decision not made….somewhere out there another version of you actually did it.

But his inherent superiority is so basic, so primal, it’s more like a law of nature than the result of chance.  So as much as I accept the many worlds theory, as much as I can imagine dozens of variations on everything around me, one thing I’m absolutely sure of is that no matter how many versions of him there are, for every single one of him there’s a version of me kneeling down and begging to serve him.

He’d begged for days to be let out of the chastity cage. I agreed to let him out for an hour after he sucked me off ten times. It took a few days, but he finally earned his release.
I never said anything about actually letting him cum, of course. In...

He’d begged for days to be let out of the chastity cage.  I agreed to let him out for an hour after he sucked me off ten times.  It took a few days, but he finally earned his release.

I never said anything about actually letting him cum, of course.  In a few minutes his hour will be up and his cock will go right back in the cage.

Sometimes the second best part of an edging session is when you’re just getting him up to the edge for the first time. The point where he still thinks you’re planning to end the evening by jerking him off and calling it a night. Watching his...

Sometimes the second best part of an edging session is when you’re just getting him up to the edge for the first time.  The point where he still thinks you’re planning to end the evening by jerking him off and calling it a night.  Watching his reactions as he prepares to cum, watching the anticipation in his eyes as he feels it coming closer.

Of course, the best part is when he’s just a moment away from cumming and suddenly you stop stroking.  When you just sit back and watch his cock twitch helplessly.  When the anticipation in his eyes dies and is replaced by dread as he realizes the prolonged torment he’s about to endure.  The moment when you say, “No, boy, you don’t get to cum.  Tonight you start your chastity training.”

We’d decided we wanted to build a sand castle for fun. He went down to the beach after lunch, and I told him I’d be down shortly.
I expected to find something simple, maybe a few buckets of packed sand turned over, a twig or two for decoration, maybe...

We’d decided we wanted to build a sand castle for fun.  He went down to the beach after lunch, and I told him I’d be down shortly.

I expected to find something simple, maybe a few buckets of packed sand turned over, a twig or two for decoration, maybe even a moat filled with ocean water.  I wasn’t really even expecting him to be done with that much by the time I finished eating lunch and joined him.

And he came up with this.  A multilevel metropolis with intricately carved buildings and decorated with dozens of shells.

Such eagerness to go beyond the basics, the desire to fully explore the possibilities of everything he does, and his endless resourcefulness and creativity….those are the same qualities that make him fun in bed.

They’re the reasons I know that even after three hours of bondage and edging, after more horny begging to finish than I can even keep track of, well, he’s still just getting started.  I’ll be crying with desperation to cum before he’s through.

I always enjoy toying with him like this. He knows the cuffs aren’t locked and the clip holding them together is easy to open. But he also knows the outside of both cuffs and the clip have been thoroughly coated with the oil from poison ivy, so...

I always enjoy toying with him like this.  He knows the cuffs aren’t locked and the clip holding them together is easy to open.  But he also knows the outside of both cuffs and the clip have been thoroughly coated with the oil from poison ivy, so unless he wants a bad rash on his fingers and anywhere else he touches getting loose, he’s staying there until I decide to let him go.

Sometimes I wonder how long he’d be able to resist if I just left him there.