I am a 23 year old Male and I am married. My wife confronted me about me looking at pron and I told her that I would look into buying a chastity device. I am now going to a meeting and am having second thoughts on buying a chastity device but my wife told me if I dont buy one that she was going to buy one for me. I have been locked in one before but it was only on and off for about 2 months. I moved out of that house and left a bunch of stuff and one thing I left was my chastity device. My wife has full controle over me but she doent want to be concidered my Mistress and she doesnt want me to be her slave. But I am going to sighn a contract for her and I will give my body to her. I was wondering if anyone has had this go on with them. I was also wanting to know about how long does it take to get used to wearing a chastity device. my wife wants to lock me in the CB-3000. then later down the road we both want me locked in a stainless steel belt. Sorry if I have been to long winded I am just looking for some answers.
My slave newlee was chatting a wonderful mistress Mistress carol last night and asking him for me to check her profile and this site out having done this i decided to join myself and keep a check on what newlee is doing i hope you chat to some other mistresses and sissy subs soon yours mistresshayley
Facesitting. Your
favorite Femdom fetish is Facesitting.
You love for your gf/wife/mistress to sit on your face, and forcefully make
you give her oral - or maybe even just make you smell her and be
smothered/breathless by her in this way. You enjoy the degrading,
humiliating, very domineering feeling of it all. She may force you to give
oral-anal as well. Either way, you enjoy the pure erotic control she has
over you.
You scored as active slave cuckold. you are the most loyal obediant cuckold and you know your place. your wife has forced you to be a little fagot cocksucking cum eater, and ther is noway she will ever have sex with you again.
You scored as Cuckold (husband/boyfriend). Your Favorite Femdom fetish is Cuckold (husband/boyfriend) Your girlfriend or wife has sex with other men, and there's nothing you can do about it. You LOVE it when she humiliates you and makes you watch, eat her creampie, or even service her lover(s). you might not even be Bi, but the thought of her making you into a sissy slut and laughing at you/being aroused gets you hot. She may deny you intercourse, reserving that only for her well-endowed lovers - and teases you constantly. You really love your wife/gf, & are devoted to her happiness.
having recently only found this wonderful site i firstly want to say hello and how nice it is to find a site dedicated to chastity. I have had many turmoils over the last few years, i was a sub cuckold to my now ex partner and spent the latter part in chastity whenever i was home with only weekly timed orgasms by my own hand in her and her boyfriends presence, the only time i wasnt locked up as an exception was for work or for cleaning and shaving which was always monitored.
recently ,divorce, family issues and bereavement have caused a great deal of stress and its only now i have been able once more to focus on being me again. i ordered 'the curve' with points of intrigue and i now wear it at home with again the exception of work. the intense feelings this gives me is difficult to explain...how can surrending your penis be filfilling but you on here know and i dont have to explain. yes its self sacrifice as i have no partner but i do search.
last night for the first time i managed to milk myself, so far this has proven not very successful and i had to allow for manual handling once every two weeks which i did not desire or want. by using a very small thin vibe i was able to manipulate my prostate and within minutes my ejaculate just oozed out slowly within my device, denying me the intense feelings from erection and orgasmic spurting. i will repeat this action now every two weeks i hope with the same results. in the mean time i am talking to someone about keyholding but i am in the early stages on this and will fill you in at a later date.
I can’t even begin to guess how long its been, since Master David and Master Jim first made me their white slave. I just know its been too long. My dreams of building a new life for myself have been nearly crushed by the reality of what has happened to me. Most nights, I cry myself to sleep with cum running out of my ass and the salty taste of piss in my mouth, wishing I could escape and find one good woman to love me. Even if I could somehow break free, it seems like a normal relationship would be nearly impossible to maintain. My Masters force me to keep all of my body hair completely shaved, which would be hard enough to explain to any potential lover. I’ve taken so much black cock in my ass that it now gapes wider than most women’s cunts and I can think of no way to explain that away. Worse than any of this, one of Master Jim’s friends took it upon Himself to tattoo the words “black-owned” and “sissy-pig” on my ass, while He fucked me a few months ago. Of course, this was all assuming there was a way for me to escape my servitude, which there was not, unless I wanted to leave all of my belongings, not return to my job, and somehow get out of town with only what I could carry.
I was so deep in thought, growing more determined to have a woman in my life, that I never heard Master David’s key in the front door. It wasn’t long after my enslavement, before my Masters decided They should both have keys to my home; it wasn’t uncommon for Them to let Themselves in whenever it suited Them. In fact, I didn’t hear Master David’s arrival, until He stood in the kitchen doorway, staring at me, as I drank my morning coffee. Master David’s forehead was soaked with sweat. His sweats clung to his dark brown flesh, telling me He was wet with perspiration from head to toe. He’d just finished his morning run and had come to relax and cool off. He pulled me out of my chair and onto the floor, taking my seat in the process.
The three months I’ve lived here have been a living hell for me and part of what’s made it so unbearable is that I’ve enjoyed it. I can’t even look at myself in the mirror without feeling disgust and hatred for the face staring back at me. Master David and Master Jim have turned me into a filthy, black cock worshipping pig. They have used me every day, since our first meeting. It wasn’t long after that first night that they started sending their friends to my apartment as well. The whore in me couldn’t resist it, at first. Hearing the doorbell and looking out to see large, black men waiting to come inside and use me has never failed to make my lil clit, as my Masters call it, rock hard. As I said, I enjoyed it at first and loved being a dirty pig for so many real men, but now it has gotten to be too much. I have no life away from my Masters. Its rare that there aren’t groups of horny black men waiting on my doorstep, when I arrive home from work, and I’m kept on my hands and knees most of the evening. I rarely get more than a few hours of sleep and that’s only after I’ve begged whomever is present to let me sleep. The worst part of my ordeal is my fear that I will contract some deadly STD, sooner or later. It will be difficult, but I know I must end this situation, no matter how much it angers my Masters. Until I have the opportunity to speak with Them, I’ll simply ask my visitors to wear protection. At least, that way, I’ll have some degree of protection.
Fears of contracting something nasty had been on my mind all day, so, as I drove home, I stopped by a drug store and picked up a package of condoms. When I arrived home, a police car was parked in front of my apartment. My first thought was that someone had seen the large number of men coming and going from my apartment and had reported me for dealing drugs. I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, as I grabbed the bag of condoms and my briefcase and headed up to my apartment. I was followed up to the porch by the driver of the police car. He was fat, about 300 pounds, and smelled as though he hadn’t showered in three weeks. His dark flesh was beaded with sweat and he carried a bag from one of the local fast food restaurants. I stopped at the door and turned to face him. “Can I help you, Officer?”
“Sergeant Phillips. And you know what I’m here for, faggot.”
I was so excited. A new city, a new apartment....a new life! I was newly divorced and ready to meet someone to settle down with. Someone nice to see the city with, laugh with, and maybe start a family with. It took me more than four days to get everything unpacked and set up to my liking, which left me just three more days before I was scheduled to start my new job. I decided to stay home that first night with a six-pack and just relax. I could spend the next couple of days seeing the sites and meeting people; preferably women.
I slipped a DVD into the player, opened that first bottle of beer, and settled down on the couch. I was in a good place, as I looked around and realized how good my life was at that moment. I couldn’t recall the last time things had gone this well for me. I was feeling so good, in fact, that I didn’t even realize I’d gone through two bottles in less than twenty minutes, until I went for my third.
As I walked back to the sofa, I was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. Who could it be, I wondered. I didn’t know a soul, other than my landlord and I’d just talked to him three hours earlier. I was tempted to ignore it, thinking it was a mistake or a salesman, but my curiosity got the better of me. I looked out through the window to see two black men standing on my front porch. The first one was dressed in a short-sleeved button down and white dress pants, while the second man wore blue shorts and a tank top. Both men were muscular, at least half a foot taller than myself, and considerably sweaty. I had just decided to go back to my movie without answering the door, when one of them looked through the window and saw me looking out at them. I had no choice but to open the door now. I stepped out onto the front porch with them, pulling the door closed behind me. They immediately introduced themselves as David and Jim. We talked for a few minutes and, when I was feeling more at ease, I invited them inside. It was the least I could do, since they had come by to welcome me to the neighborhood.
“What’s your name white boy,” David asked me.
“Its Steve,” I replied.
I felt a little uncomfortable at that point. Instead of taking the chairs, both men had sat on the couch with me, one on either side. At this point, Jim and I were sitting side by side, our legs touching, and, as I looked over at him, I noticed he was rubbing his shorts so that the outline of his cock was clearly visible and his balls were hanging out freely. His cock looked like it was over eight inches long and it was still only semi-hard. His balls were enormous and covered with curly black hair. I quickly looked away, only to find that David’s equally enormous cock had been freed, pointing up at the ceiling from his white trousers. At this point, my intention was to jolt up and somehow get my new neighbors to leave, but I was already pretty buzzed and Jim and David were both a good deal stronger than myself. As I moved to get up, David straddled my back and forced my face into Jim’s lap. To my surprise, Jim was already out of his clothes and my face was pressed hard against his now rock hard cock.
“Open your mouth, faggot,” Jim demanded.
“I’m not gay,” I protested.
“We’re gonna teach you to worship black cock, you sissy white faggot.” David slapped me hard, as he pulled my face up and spat on me. “Now, either you ask Master Jim for permission to suck his cock, or we’re going to beat the fuck out of you.”
I knew the only way I would survive this was to do as I was told. Tears streaming down my face, I looked up at Jim. “Master Jim, may I please suck your cock?”
“Since you made me wait, you’re going to have to be punished first, faggot.” As Jim stood up and turned around on the couch, David positioned me so that I knelt on the floor with my face only two inches from Jim’s hairy ass. I could see beads of sweat clinging to the black hair of his ass, as the musky scent nearly suffocated me. Jim reached back and pulled his ass cheeks apart. “My asshole is sweaty. Clean it, faggot.”
I tried to resist, but David had my face buried in his friend’s ass with little effort. At this point, David bent down and whispered in my ear. “Do as your told, faggot.”
I remembered the threat all too clearly. “Yes, Master David,” I replied. I hesitantly stuck my tongue out, letting it touch the wrinkled hole. At first, I tried not to inhale as I performed my task, but I couldn’t hold my breath for long. As my tongue worked its way inside Master Jim’s asshole, I felt a clenching. My heart started beating faster, as I was filled with fear that he wouldn’t try to hold it. He didn’t. Master David laughed loudly, as Master Jim farted right on my tongue. I couldn’t pull away, so I kept licking his asshole, as he continued farting in my mouth. After enduring this for several minutes, the worst thing that could’ve happened did happen. Master David noticed that my dick, much smaller than their cocks, was rock hard.
“Oh shit, bro, the nasty pig loves it! He’s rock hard!”
“Sounds like we have a real faggot on our hands,” They both laughed.
David pulled my head back by my hair and looked directly at me. “You like licking a black man’s asshole. Don’t you, faggot?”
Never in my life had I been so hateful and disgusted with myself as I was at this moment. I wanted to deny it, even to myself, but how could I, after Master David had pointed it out? Maybe it was the buzz, or the fear, or both. Whatever it was, the words came out before I could stop them. “Yes, Master David. I like licking a black Master’s asshole. Please don’t make me stop.”
Master David was so surprised by this that he let go of me and stepped back. Within seconds, I had my tongue buried deeply inside Master Jim’s asshole. Master Jim rewarded me by releasing another fart on my waiting tongue. It was then that I realized the truth of what was happening. If I wasn’t a white faggot whore, like Master David had said, I would have run for the door, instead of burying my face in this black man’s ass. The truth was out. I’d admitted it to my Masters and to myself. I had no choice but to accept, at least while they were here. Once they had gone, I could pretend nothing had happened, but, while they were here, I would please them and I would let myself enjoy it. Now that I was free, I could lick the entire length of his ass crack, scooping the musky sweat onto my tongue and swallowing it. As my tongue returned to his asshole, Master Jim clenched in an effort to feed me yet another fart. I pulled back slightly, when a light brown, creamy clump slipped out of his asshole. The temptation was too strong and David was only watching to see that I didn’t run ~he wasn’t watching what I was doing~ so I quickly sucked it into my mouth. Nothing was said, so I guessed neither of my Masters knew what had really happened. As for me, I felt a kind of high. It turned me on, knowing that I had just let a black man shit in my mouth. I thoroughly cleaned up Master Jim’s asshole, before I sat back. “Master Jim, may I please suck your cock now?”
Master Jim stood up. His magnificent cock, still rock hard, pointed at my face. He took hold of it and began beating my face with it. He slapped my hard with his cock, the sound seemed to echo throughout the apartment, as he spat on my face. “You want this cock? Huh, filthy pig?”
“Yes, Master Jim.”
“Yes, what, faggot?”
“Yes, Master Jim, I’m a filthy faggot pig and I want your big cock.”
He sat down on the couch and instructed me to crawl to him. I followed his orders, my eyes hungrily focused on his dark cock. I crawled up onto the couch and began just licking the fat, purple head. As I licked that fat cockhead, I realized that I knew now why so many white women ~my ex-wife included~ loved black cock so much. It was beautiful. I took his cock into my mouth, feeling my lips rise and fall over the thick veins of his shaft. The smell and taste sent me wild! I loved sucking Master Jim’s cock. So much, in fact, that all I could see was his cock and balls and all I could hear was my own slurping sounds. I moved down onto the floor between his legs, keeping his cock in my mouth the whole time, and slipped my lips down to his sweaty balls. I kissed them over and over, before sucking them each into my mouth. I loved the gritty, sweaty taste of his hairy balls. I knew I’d been sucking his cock and balls for awhile; I could feel my jaw starting to get sore. I can’t say how long I spent sliding my lips up and down that shaft, before Master Jim stood up. My heart sank, until I realized what was happening. He grabbed me by the sides of my head and rammed that cock into my mouth. Within seconds, I could feel my mouth filling with his warm cum. It was my first taste and, since Master David hadn’t used me yet, I knew it wouldn’t be my last. As it coated my tongue, I felt a chill in my own crotch. I was cumming in my pants. The taste of my Master’s salty cum had sent me over the edge. I greedily sucked the remaining cum from Master Jim’s cock and cleaned him up, before Master David pulled me to him.
“My turn, faggot.”
“Yes, Master David.” I serviced Master David much the same way as I’d served Master Jim. He had much more cum to feed me and filled my mouth three times, before he’d finished. As Master David’s gorgeous cock finally went limp, Master Jim mentioned something about an appointment. I sat on the floor, hungry for more and upset that my Masters were leaving, as they headed for the door.
Master Jim turned back. “Don’t worry, bitch. We’ll be by tomorrow. Same time.”
“Yeah, faggot. We own you now and you will be serving yoyr black Masters every day.”
“Yes, Master Jim,” I replied.
“If you’re good, we’ll tell some of the other brothers what a good whore you are for black cock.”
This filled me with fear. What was I to do? This wasn’t the life I wanted, but the only way out would be for me to move and I definitely couldn’t afford it. I nodded, avoiding eye contact with my owners. “Yes, Master.”
“Hey man, I gotta piss before we go.”
“Yeah, me too. Where’s your toilet, faggot.”
My desire to see those huge cocks again was too strong to ignore. I’d already done worse anyway, so I offered them the use of my mouth.
“You want to be a toilet for your masters, you sick pig?”
“Yes, Master David. Please make me a black man’s toilet?”
Master David approached me and pulled out his cock, letting it rest on my bottom lip. His piss was warm and much more salty than his cum had been. I enjoyed the taste so much that I began stroking myself as I drink his urine. After they had both relieved themselves, my masters left for him. I was left sitting on the floor in my cum and piss stained t-shirt feeling like a filthy black cock whore…….
I was so excited. A new city, a new apartment....a new life! I was newly divorced and ready to meet someone to settle down with. Someone nice to see the city with, laugh with, and maybe start a family with. It took me more than four days to get everything unpacked and set up to my liking, which left me just three more days before I was scheduled to start my new job. I decided to stay home that first night with a six-pack and just relax. I could spend the next couple of days seeing the sites and meeting people; preferably women.
I slipped a DVD into the player, opened that first bottle of beer, and settled down on the couch. I was in a good place, as I looked around and realized how good my life was at that moment. I couldn’t recall the last time things had gone this well for me. I was feeling so good, in fact, that I didn’t even realize I’d gone through two bottles in less than twenty minutes, until I went for my third.
As I walked back to the sofa, I was interrupted by the ringing of the doorbell. Who could it be, I wondered. I didn’t know a soul, other than my landlord and I’d just talked to him three hours earlier. I was tempted to ignore it, thinking it was a mistake or a salesman, but my curiosity got the better of me. I looked out through the window to see two black men standing on my front porch. The first one was dressed in a short-sleeved button down and white dress pants, while the second man wore blue shorts and a tank top. Both men were muscular, at least half a foot taller than myself, and considerably sweaty. I had just decided to go back to my movie without answering the door, when one of them looked through the window and saw me looking out at them. I had no choice but to open the door now. I stepped out onto the front porch with them, pulling the door closed behind me. They immediately introduced themselves as David and Jim. We talked for a few minutes and, when I was feeling more at ease, I invited them inside. It was the least I could do, since they had come by to welcome me to the neighborhood.
“What’s your name white boy,” David asked me.
“Its Steve,” I replied.
I felt a little uncomfortable at that point. Instead of taking the chairs, both men had sat on the couch with me, one on either side. At this point, Jim and I were sitting side by side, our legs touching, and, as I looked over at him, I noticed he was rubbing his shorts so that the outline of his cock was clearly visible and his balls were hanging out freely. His cock looked like it was over eight inches long and it was still only semi-hard. His balls were enormous and covered with curly black hair. I quickly looked away, only to find that David’s equally enormous cock had been freed, pointing up at the ceiling from his white trousers. At this point, my intention was to jolt up and somehow get my new neighbors to leave, but I was already pretty buzzed and Jim and David were both a good deal stronger than myself. As I moved to get up, David straddled my back and forced my face into Jim’s lap. To my surprise, Jim was already out of his clothes and my face was pressed hard against his now rock hard cock.
“Open your mouth, faggot,” Jim demanded.
“I’m not gay,” I protested.
“We’re gonna teach you to worship black cock, you sissy white faggot.” David slapped me hard, as he pulled my face up and spat on me. “Now, either you ask Master Jim for permission to suck his cock, or we’re going to beat the fuck out of you.”
I knew the only way I would survive this was to do as I was told. Tears streaming down my face, I looked up at Jim. “Master Jim, may I please suck your cock?”
“Since you made me wait, you’re going to have to be punished first, faggot.” As Jim stood up and turned around on the couch, David positioned me so that I knelt on the floor with my face only two inches from Jim’s hairy ass. I could see beads of sweat clinging to the black hair of his ass, as the musky scent nearly suffocated me. Jim reached back and pulled his ass cheeks apart. “My asshole is sweaty. Clean it, faggot.”
I tried to resist, but David had my face buried in his friend’s ass with little effort. At this point, David bent down and whispered in my ear. “Do as your told, faggot.”
I remembered the threat all too clearly. “Yes, Master David,” I replied. I hesitantly stuck my tongue out, letting it touch the wrinkled hole. At first, I tried not to inhale as I performed my task, but I couldn’t hold my breath for long. As my tongue worked its way inside Master Jim’s asshole, I felt a clenching. My heart started beating faster, as I was filled with fear that he wouldn’t try to hold it. He didn’t. Master David laughed loudly, as Master Jim farted right on my tongue. I couldn’t pull away, so I kept licking his asshole, as he continued farting in my mouth. After enduring this for several minutes, the worst thing that could’ve happened did happen. Master David noticed that my dick, much smaller than their cocks, was rock hard.
“Oh shit, bro, the nasty pig loves it! He’s rock hard!”
“Sounds like we have a real faggot on our hands,” They both laughed.
David pulled my head back by my hair and looked directly at me. “You like licking a black man’s asshole. Don’t you, faggot?”
Never in my life had I been so hateful and disgusted with myself as I was at this moment. I wanted to deny it, even to myself, but how could I, after Master David had pointed it out? Maybe it was the buzz, or the fear, or both. Whatever it was, the words came out before I could stop them. “Yes, Master David. I like licking a black Master’s asshole. Please don’t make me stop.”
Master David was so surprised by this that he let go of me and stepped back. Within seconds, I had my tongue buried deeply inside Master Jim’s asshole. Master Jim rewarded me by releasing another fart on my waiting tongue. It was then that I realized the truth of what was happening. If I wasn’t a white faggot whore, like Master David had said, I would have run for the door, instead of burying my face in this black man’s ass. The truth was out. I’d admitted it to my Masters and to myself. I had no choice but to accept, at least while they were here. Once they had gone, I could pretend nothing had happened, but, while they were here, I would please them and I would let myself enjoy it. Now that I was free, I could lick the entire length of his ass crack, scooping the musky sweat onto my tongue and swallowing it. As my tongue returned to his asshole, Master Jim clenched in an effort to feed me yet another fart. I pulled back slightly, when a light brown, creamy clump slipped out of his asshole. The temptation was too strong and David was only watching to see that I didn’t run ~he wasn’t watching what I was doing~ so I quickly sucked it into my mouth. Nothing was said, so I guessed neither of my Masters knew what had really happened. As for me, I felt a kind of high. It turned me on, knowing that I had just let a black man shit in my mouth. I thoroughly cleaned up Master Jim’s asshole, before I sat back. “Master Jim, may I please suck your cock now?”
Master Jim stood up. His magnificent cock, still rock hard, pointed at my face. He took hold of it and began beating my face with it. He slapped my hard with his cock, the sound seemed to echo throughout the apartment, as he spat on my face. “You want this cock? Huh, filthy pig?”
“Yes, Master Jim.”
“Yes, what, faggot?”
“Yes, Master Jim, I’m a filthy faggot pig and I want your big cock.”
He sat down on the couch and instructed me to crawl to him. I followed his orders, my eyes hungrily focused on his dark cock. I crawled up onto the couch and began just licking the fat, purple head. As I licked that fat cockhead, I realized that I knew now why so many white women ~my ex-wife included~ loved black cock so much. It was beautiful. I took his cock into my mouth, feeling my lips rise and fall over the thick veins of his shaft. The smell and taste sent me wild! I loved sucking Master Jim’s cock. So much, in fact, that all I could see was his cock and balls and all I could hear was my own slurping sounds. I moved down onto the floor between his legs, keeping his cock in my mouth the whole time, and slipped my lips down to his sweaty balls. I kissed them over and over, before sucking them each into my mouth. I loved the gritty, sweaty taste of his hairy balls. I knew I’d been sucking his cock and balls for awhile; I could feel my jaw starting to get sore. I can’t say how long I spent sliding my lips up and down that shaft, before Master Jim stood up. My heart sank, until I realized what was happening. He grabbed me by the sides of my head and rammed that cock into my mouth. Within seconds, I could feel my mouth filling with his warm cum. It was my first taste and, since Master David hadn’t used me yet, I knew it wouldn’t be my last. As it coated my tongue, I felt a chill in my own crotch. I was cumming in my pants. The taste of my Master’s salty cum had sent me over the edge. I greedily sucked the remaining cum from Master Jim’s cock and cleaned him up, before Master David pulled me to him.
“My turn, faggot.”
“Yes, Master David.” I serviced Master David much the same way as I’d served Master Jim. He had much more cum to feed me and filled my mouth three times, before he’d finished. As Master David’s gorgeous cock finally went limp, Master Jim mentioned something about an appointment. I sat on the floor, hungry for more and upset that my Masters were leaving, as they headed for the door.
Master Jim turned back. “Don’t worry, bitch. We’ll be by tomorrow. Same time.”
“Yeah, faggot. We own you now and you will be serving yoyr black Masters every day.”
“Yes, Master Jim,” I replied.
“If you’re good, we’ll tell some of the other brothers what a good whore you are for black cock.”
This filled me with fear. What was I to do? This wasn’t the life I wanted, but the only way out would be for me to move and I definitely couldn’t afford it. I nodded, avoiding eye contact with my owners. “Yes, Master.”
“Hey man, I gotta piss before we go.”
“Yeah, me too. Where’s your toilet, faggot.”
My desire to see those huge cocks again was too strong to ignore. I’d already done worse anyway, so I offered them the use of my mouth.
“You want to be a toilet for your masters, you sick pig?”
“Yes, Master David. Please make me a black man’s toilet?”
Master David approached me and pulled out his cock, letting it rest on my bottom lip. His piss was warm and much more salty than his cum had been. I enjoyed the taste so much that I began stroking myself as I drink his urine. After they had both relieved themselves, my masters left for him. I was left sitting on the floor in my cum and piss stained t-shirt feeling like a filthy black cock whore…….
This questionnaire should be filled out by a Sub and provided to their Dom/Top before playing with them. This will provide a quick "head-start" to identifying limits, negotiating and finding common ground for play.
For each item, you need to provide two answers:
Yes, No or N/A – For each item to indicate if you have ever done the activity, not done the activity or if it does not apply to your gender.
0 – 5, or No – Next indicate how you feel about the activity using the rating scale provided below. A 'No' means that will not do the activity under any circumstances (a hard limit)
0. Indicates you have utterly no desire to do that activity and don't like doing it (in fact, may loath it) and would ordinarily object to doing it, but you would be willing to do it to please the Dominant if it they really wanted it (sometimes called a "soft limit").
1. Means you don't want to do or like to do this activity, but wouldn't object if it was asked of you.
2. Means you are willing to do this activity, but it has no special appeal for you.
3. Means you usually like doing this activity, at least on an irregular/ occasional basis.
4. Means you like doing this activity, and would like to experience it on a regular basis.
5. Means the activity is a wild turn-on for you, and you would like it as often as possible.
Well another while has gone by since i wrote and said hello and let everyone know what has been happening in my life. i really must be a better and more diligent girl and try and write everyday so that those who are interested can follow my progress.
Those of you who have visited my gallery will no doubt have noticed how much bigger my boobs have become lately, in the pink bra series they have reached the limits of comfort in my current B and C cup bras, so i am going to have to start thinking about C and D cup bras which fills me with excitement and some very lustful feelings as i play with my now extremely sensitive nipples.
