Drew’s Note: Another jack post.
This morning, I had an orgasm…..or at least, in theory, I had one. Maybe.
The wet spot in the sheets and the white substance coming out of the hollow barbell of my titanium penis would suggest that I had one. As the fogginess of waking up and that post orgasm haze mixed in my head, I was excited and confused. Did this really happen? Oh shit, I had an orgasm! Or did I? I felt disappointed, not because go what my Mamma always said about the fact that I’d go blind and always have misguided religious beliefs, but it was more. It was my Master hadn’t given me permission to orgasm and did I just fuck up?
In the mind of a pervert of the locked, owned variety, this situation was quite a paradox. I processed a few of these things in my mind because, well…because I had such mixed emotions over it. I was disappointed, as it was not authorized. However, it wasn’t intentional. But as a locked slave, it made me fucking excited, maybe a little overly excited. Excited for two particular reasons. I was excited that I had it. This meant that I can have an orgasm without my dick being touched. For a person who gets super excited to see titanium encasing a dick he doesn’t own but is attached to every day, this is a breakthrough. I CAN physically have an orgasm without physical stimulation of this dick I have. Ultimately, that means there isn’t really ever a good reason that the Steelwerks has to be removed….I love that thought, and I don’t. It would be like having Christmas all year long, and who would want that?
Chastity can be a fickle bitch at times. But damn, the thought that it doesn’t need to come off well, it excites me.
My submissive brain was highly disappointed. I had an unauthorized orgasm. I’m owned, every part of me, even my orgasms. This meant that I had used something, stolen if you will, something that belongs to my Master. It may be hard to fathom, but I felt bad about it. So my next point of excitement was that although I had an orgasm that hadn’t been expressly permitted, I didn’t actually experience it. So, I had an orgasm that I didn’t even feel or consciously experience, and THAT is what excites me?! I guess that makes me a sort of pervert of contradictions?
The first thing I did was message Drew to tell him about this event. After I sent the text, I thought he might have deliberately made me wait on an answer because I heard nothing. Not even a read receipt. I really thought I had fucked up. But rational me realized that not everyone goes to work at 4am and that if he did respond then we’d have bigger issues. So, I went to work and waited which brings up another point – I bet none of you have ever thought that the nurse in your operating room was preoccupied about whether or not they actually had an orgasm and, if they did, was it authorized or not. Just a guess, but next time, be warned – and waited. When Drew got up his response text to me was “good for you. you must have needed release” in that slave affirming tone he always has. He said I did not break a rule and that he is still planning on teaching me to come just by him blowing in my ear, so that is that. Damn, all that worry down the drain.
Now, should I tell him I got pulled over for speeding this morning?