This is a modified version from journaling of my D/s relationship with my submissive. We are both gay, transexual men who are post op (male chest) up top, & have original bits below. You will notice that I use words like "dick" & "hole." For the sake of clarity, it may be worth mentioning that I'm speaking about 2 specific parts of the same piece of equipment. If you'd enjoy reading about all of this, please enjoy my experience.

Last year, I wanted to take off work 12/1 & spend all day fucking my sub to reward him for completing no nut November, but since neither of us could take the day off, I biked over to his place as fast as possible after work. I told my sub to have my dinner ready. I'd already left my leather chest harness along with a few jocks & socks & told him to lay out my chest harness & the undies combo he preferred to see me in, as a treat.

When I got there, my seat at the table was set with food & drinks in the usual way I am served, then my sub ate his dinner kneeling beside me, per usual. he'd prepped my food in his gear, & was wearing his apron over his leather chest harness, along with a light blue jock & matching athletic socks. Light blue is pretty much the color we flag most in this dynamic. he's a service submissive & massochïst, but more than that, he's my fleshlïght. A light blue hankie in his right pocket lets everyone who understands, know what he's for. And he's a public use mouth, so...

I started by changing into the white jock & socks he'd picked out, then had him put my harness on me. (Being dressed feels so indulgent.) I had him kneel upright on the bed & we did some impact using a flogger, then a crop, then a leather paddle. That definitely got him warmed up. I focused on his ass & legs, but also made a point to include his dick, which made him whimper pretty loudly.

We had plenty of sex that month. I'd fucked & edged him plenty, & he's greedily worshipped my dick, but as no nut November wore on, edging (on days when that was allowed) ended up super brief bc he'd become so desperate & sensitive. There were lots of days that month where he wasn't allowed to touch himself, the final 3 days of November were among those days, so imagine his sensitivity being ramped up to max, his dick relentlessly throbbing all day bc he knew he was definitely, finally, going to cum, & then getting a riding crop or a paddle to the dick. I bent him over & put a plug up front, then gave him some extra spicy impact, knowing he'd clamp down on the plug & nudge his g spot with every strike, or clamp down even when faked out with the sound of leather whooshing through the air. Eventually the extra spicy impact got too spicy & he called yellow. I was hoping he'd spill over from the overstimulation of impact, but maybe another time.

I then had him lay on his back for more focused genital torture using his favorite mean, squishy paddle. In a way, it looks not unlike a scaled up version of a dum-dum pop, but flatter. Long aluminum handle with a thick, squishy silicone pad. I put some lube on it & pummeled his junk over & over using different rhythms & intensities, from hard to deliciously soft, hoping he'd lose it that way. Despite his panting & moaning, he didn't. I eventually caved & steadily squished the paddle on his junk to give him delicious pressure, then held a magic wand over the squishy pad, so it would strongly vibrate while mashing against him. It was amazing watching him whimper in urgency, then melt & groan deeply & thank me, only to have that same process over & over again, finally bubbling into joy & laughter, all while going through cycles of cummîng. As we ramped down, he said he'd lost count & I asked when he stopped counting. "4, Sir!"

It's hard to remember what happened in sequence, actually. I put the wand directly on his dick, I fucked him with a harnessed dick, he came a bunch more, & more intensely, then we rested.

After a good rest, he begged to worship my dick, & I thought I might have a short session left in me. he greedily sućked many, many orgasms out of me, over two separate sessions, while I watched fleshlīght mïlking machine vids, telling him that's what he is, to which he happily, greedily agreed. After I was done, he was spent. I asked him if he wanted to go again & he said no thank you, & that nutting at least a dozen times was quite enough.

he asked that I continue control over his dick, so I said 12/2 & 12/3, as a treat, he could do whatever he liked. I've had control over his masturbation & orgasms for a year now & can probably name each occasion he's been able to cum. he of course begged to do no nut November this year, & I'm more than happy to oblige.