[M/s, MF/msub, Chastity, No sex, orgasm control, sub pov]

The next few days were quite nice, work, food, sleep and repeat. My desire to be mt masters' slave was slowly growing with my rising arousel. But that rising arousel was becoming more and more an issue.

As a sexually active man, it was challenging to abstain from orgasms. And I've been always a very sexual man, easily nutting 3 to 4 times a day just to stay calm. After a few days without an orgasm my desire to nut was so extreme I was doubting I'd be able to obey the rules. Every night I've been waking up with a persistent erection that wouldn't go away and sometimes I've even found myself rubbing against the mattress with an incredibly hard dick.

From the 10the day I wasn't able to sleep properly because of my dick being hard all the time. Even when I woke up to go to pee I had to wait so long and think about all the nonarousing things before my cock went down and let me pee.

During those two weeks we've exchanged more messages with my masters about my past experiences and what they were planning to do to me. Sometimes a feeling of fear mixed into my excitement. I've already experienced being restrained and the thrill of choking and gasping for air. The thought of being completely immobilized while a mistress stretches a latex sheet over my face making it impossible to breath has always made me hard and horny. I lived for the moment when my body stiffens and bends like a bow, when there's no more oxygen in my lungs and the mistress doesn't let go but keeps pushing just a little bit more. But still the idea of being completely helpless and at the mercy of strangers was somewhat terrifying. What if they won't stop? What if they torture me to my own end? But my arousel was more powerful than those feary thoughts.

And so I've always been careful and never let anyone restrain me during our first session, never let anyone take away my advantage of free strong hands, but my desire to serve a couple and to experience a rape was so strong.

On the 13th day, I took a day off. I prepared myself by taking an enema and shaving my whole body as order by mistress. I applied lotion and constantly touched myself and my dick, feeling incredibly aroused. I haven't been able to think about anything else anymore, just about what was going to happen tomorrow. It felt so good touching my hard dick I was afraid to play too long.

That night was the hardest night I've ever lived through. I couldn't sleep. Even though I was trying to, because I didn't want to be tired while my masters played, I just couldn't. And then the morning came. Finally.

The sunrise caught me lying in bed, horny, excited, fantasizing about how I'm going to be humiliated and tormented today. Because today, I am not just daydreaming.