Hi again everyone. It's jimmy again (Sir Dean told me that since you know me long enough now, you can know my nickname. It's a name that i really don't like unless Sir Dean uses it, but if he said you can, it's ok. i just want to tell you: he knew i wasn't going to be comfortable writing that, but sitting here, in my chastity cage, the cuffs on my wrists and the butt plug that keeps on getting bigger inside of me, Sir Dean reached out when i typed it, rubbed my neck, kissed my cheek and said "You're a real good boy jimmy. A keeper. For sure." i had to stop typing for a few minutes because, well.... i LOVE THAT MAN SO MUCH!!!! ) This time, i'm going to tell you how i knew, oh, how strongly i knew: i hadn't made a mistake, and however ridiculous the path was, i had found the man i wanted to be with forever. It's hot too. You'll like it. i know you will. Some of you are romantics: you write about how you cried a little during the episode, and others write about how i should have gotten pounded harder, or longer, but you're all gonna like this one. If you don't, Sir Dean told me he'd take the paddle to my ass (like i'd consider that a punishment, but anyway)....
i've written about that shirt that Sir Dean had gotten for me: the one that barely closed around my belly, and with the sleeves that just flapped because my arms weren't big enough. Well, every week, Sir Dean made me try it on at least once, and you could tell: my arms were filling the sleeves, and my belly was shrinking. i didn't have a six pack, or even a four pack: i like carbs too much for that to ever happen, but i was looking more and more like the muscle bitch that Sir Dean wanted me to be. i knew he was happy too. Often - no, ALWAYS (sorry Sir Dean. You told me to tell the truth....), after i'd put on the shirt, he'd grab me, drag me to bed, and ravage me: we used the word "ravage" for when he used his facial hair so strategically on my neck, or my nipples or.. when Sir Dean felt especially DOMINANT, my balls. Sir Dean knew, with my cock locked up, teasing my balls was pure torture, especially when Sir Dean decided that SOMETIMES, when he played with my balls that way, he'd let my cage off and let me cum. It was really a whim thing for him (Sir Dean is smiling, and shaking his head yes: it still is). As my arms got bigger, and my belly got flatter, Sir Dean's love making got more aggressive and stronger. Readers, i'm serious: from the first day, every time we made love, or had sex, i KNEW it. i began to know it even more.
So, i mentioned the shirt because i've mentioned it before, and it was a measure of how much bigger i was getting. i was getting stronger too. This next part of the story will talk about that. i told you about the games that Sir Dean liked and that we had started playing. There were two he REALLY liked. In one, i would play an executive who came home from work. Sir Dean liked me to toss my jacket onto some chair, and loosen my tie. My sleeves would already be rolled up. He would be hidden and he'd grab me: pin me in a bear hug, or pull my arms behind me, something like that. i would fight back, and i didn't know how strong i was because, part of the roleplay had him overpower me by getting a free hand on my balls, and squeezing. If i fought back, he squeezed harder. When i yielded, he'd tie me to the chair that didn't have the butt plug. Sometimes he'd gag me, but usually he wouldn't. He'd get my necktie off, open my shirt, and begin working on my nipples. He'd whisper "you fucking executive stud, I'm gonna take your ass." i'd squirm, and i had permission to try to scream if i wanted to, so Sir Dean could hand gag me, which he loved. In fact, one of his favorite combinations was to hand gag me, play with my pierced nipple, and run his scruff over my neck. (He's shaking his head yes again. i think i'm gonna get it good when i'm done). Then he'd drag me off to the bedroom where he'd restrain me, and get me naked. Sometimes, but not often, he'd take the cage off. What he did next would vary: sometimes he'd tickle me, sometimes he'd lick my ass (i liked those ones the best), and sometimes he edged me, but they always ended with him fucking me as hard as he could. i loved those games. We still play them. But there was another one, and that's where things got interesting for me, but in a good way. Sir Dean has some idiosyncratic tastes, but in other ways, he's like a typical gay man. He loves to watch wrestling: i have never known a gay man who didn't. Since Sir Dean is a big guy, and all of his prior subs were smaller, it wasn't any fun for him to wrestle with them. But with me... He bought me a couple of wrestling singlets. They were too tight, of course, but that's how Sir Dean wanted it. He had a second game where he played the coach, and i played the wrestler. i was being punished for not working out hard enough during a training session. He'd drag me into the house, struggling, and he'd toss me on the bed. Once he had me on the bed, he didn't restrain me: he'd pin me down at the wrists, and i'd have to fight to get up. If I couldn't, he could do whatever he wanted to me. i wrote before that, however strong i was, i could never beat Sir Dean at that game. Then, there was one day... Sir Dean had me in a green singlet. i remember that very well, because my singlets were either the color of his alma mater (green), or mine (navy blue). He tossed me on the bed and pinned down my wrists. i saw his face, smiling, as he said. "Go ahead, stud. See if you can take on your coach." i began to push the way i always did. Sir Dean would always let me make some progress, before he'd slam my wrists down again, and he wouldn't let me up again. Then he'd sneak under the singlet, get my nipple, and just reduce me to a puddle. This time though, i pushed up to the point where he always slammed me back but... i was winning. He couldn't hold me down. i know he was trying to, because i saw his face. He was smiling, but i knew... he was trying to figure out what to do. And that was the moment readers. i knew for a long time, that i wanted to be with this man forever. At that moment, i knew that not only did i want to be with him forever, i wanted him to have ALL the power over me. Every last bit of it. i wasn't just a bottom, but i wasn't a slave: i was SIR DEAN'S slave bitch, and that's what i wanted. i stopped struggling. And when he pushed my wrists back to the bed, i didn't fight. i just looked up and said "You win coach. i give." i remember he laughed. "Heh heh. And you always will, bitchboi. Now get on all fours. You're gonna take it like the fucking bitch you are." Sir Dean took me from behind frequently, but usually with me laying on my belly. Not this time. He had me get in a plank position (i knew them too well from Carlos). and then, much to my surprise, i felt Sir Dean RIPPING the crotch out of the singlet. i heard him spit into my hole, and then he pushed that spit in with his thumb. Of course, his thumb rubbed against my prostate and i moaned in pleasure. "BITCH YOU DON'T DESERVE ANY PLEASURE. THAT MOAN IS GONNA COST YOU TWO EXTRA DAYS IN THE CAGE." i was close to the end of the three week period, so i was eager to get out of it, but... remember what i wrote about giving up power. i just answered. "Yes sir," and then he power fucked me. There's no other way to describe it. Sir Dean just RAMMED his whole cock into me. It took me a minute to adjust to that, and then when he took the ripped singlet and wrapped it around my neck to pull my head back so that he could get in further, i had to get used to that too. (i have to say: it was the closest i ever came to crying during sex with Sir Dean. ). While he fucked me, he kept on growling about how "A fuck bitch needs to be kept in place. And I'm gonna keep you in place with whatever you need. GOT IT BITCH" When i could i answered, but i was moaning a lot. i know that some people talk about seismic shifts or a phrase i hate, "paradigm shifts," but that' happened that night. i felt his jizz filling my ass when he came. He fell on top of me, and i don't think he could see me smiling. My eyes were closed because, when my eyes are closed, i can remember things better. i wanted to remember that fuck. He whispered: "I know i said two more days. You want one last jizz before you get locked up again?" i tried to turn around to look at him in the eye, but he wouldn't let me up, so i just whispered. "Sir, i want whatever you want. " He kissed my ear and whispered "i love you jimmy boy." i remember that i whispered back "i love you too Sir Dean." That was the last time that we ever played the wrestling game though.
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Now, you'll remember, i hope, about how Sir Dean had been working so hard, and i was worried about him? Well, i didn't understand MUCH about his business, and i didn't have to, but one day, i wasn't even thinking about it. rollie telephoned me at work, which was unusual. He was so excited, he was panting. "jim! jim! CONGRATULATIONS! CONGRATULATIONS!" i had no idea what he was talking about so i remember i answered something like "Well, thanks but, what did i win?" rollie began to laugh. "You don't read the entertainment section of the paper?" "No," i answered. "Why? What happened." rollie's voice got high. "JIM. YOUR MAN GOT NOMINATED FOR TWO EMMIES!!!!" i nearly dropped the phone. This was big news. i knew, very well, that Sir Dean felt that he wasn't appreciated as much as he should be at work, but he loved his job. He always said that he had regretted moving from the technical stuff (i probably forgot to tell you: Sir Dean studied electrical engineering before he went to law school. He hated practicing law, so he switched to what he does now). He was getting rewarded for it. And i knew, because i heard from rollie first, that Sir Dean wasn't going to stress it: he didn't think he'd win, and he didn't want to make a fuss." "ROLLIE. OH MY GOD. WHAT SHOULD I? WHAT SHOULD I? " Fortunately, rollie knew more about what to do with these things than i did, so i listened. "Well, one thing you SHOULD do, definitely. On the way home, stop at the liquor store and buy a bottle of champagne. This one..." he gave me a name and a vintage. "I forget. Does Sir Dean like chocolate?" "He does, but he never eats it during the week." "He may now. This chocolate store." The place he told me about was a good half hour away but... this was Sir Dean. "Get a pound of the champagne truffles. Don't eat any of them . If he doesn't finish them, he can bring them to work. Then, you can't do this without his permission. See if he'll let you take him out to dinner. Here's the restaurant name. If he says yes, let me know. I'll use Sir Marc's connections to get you in." i did everything that rollie suggested. And even though Sir Dean had given me a specific outfit to wear that day, i changed when i got home: a pink and white striped shirt, pale colored jeans. When he came in, and he put his jacket down, he saw the champagne in a bucket. On ice. The box of chocolates was next to it. And there i was: i had figured out how to cuff my wrists behind me, and i had put myself in the chair, cuffed, right near them. "Welcome home Sir, and congratulations. i wanted to give you a chance at anything you wanted, but this is all i could put together." i smiled. He came over and leaned down. He kissed me on the lips and whispered : "the champagne will keep cold. The truffles will keep too. This..." he unzipped his pants and his cock jutted out. "needs to be taken care of, immediately." i opened my mouth. i thought he wanted a blow job, and he laughed. "No no no. That won't be NEARLY enough. " Sir Dean stepped behind me and pulled me out of the chair. i knew where we were going and we did head there. i got the most thorough ass eating of our relationship that night, and if the wrestling fuck was hard and deep, this one was soft, and loving. When we were done, Sir Dean was still pinning me down. He smiled. "Things are going to get interesting, jimmy boy. Many more parties. Including one at the end of the week. And we're gonna have to get you a tuxedo." "why, Sir?" i asked, and he lauged. "Because there's an award ceremony and i want you there." "But.. But Sir... i wasn't important for this." i saw the look he gave me. "You know something jimmy boy? You may not believe this, but it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't met you." Know what? Sir Dean got aroused again later that night, but this time, i took him in my mouth. My man could win an award! No, actually, he could win TWO! i started reading the entertainment pages. The word was: he was a shoo in for one, and the second one was up for grabs. You wanna know what happened? And about our trip to the Emmy awards? Well, you'll have to just come back in a few days, and read my report.
See you soon.