Oh! That hurt! My cock was trying to swell up and this was no ordinary CB3000. My dear Wife/Mistress had ordered a custom made chastity device. The in...ide of the plastic tube was not smooth as usual but lined with a couple of dozen, super-glued in place, drawing pins. Sharp drawing pins!So now, as I knelt at her feet, naked apart from my special CB3000, there were tears in my eyes at the smarting pain as the pins reminded me of who and what I was. And who I belonged to.My Wife/Mistress was. I asked him if he was ready and he said sure and handed me my donation in a white envelope.Action! I walked him over to the bed and he sat down on the edge and took his shoes off. I asked if he liked kissing and he was quick to say yes. I sat down next to him and I leaned in and planted my lips on his. In almost no time he gave me a little tongue and his hands started to wander. I leaned back out of it and asked if he wanted me to take off his clothes. He nodded and I leaned in for another kiss. It was you, Guy, and Molly his pixie-haired girlfriend, sitting at your usual Saturday morning spot. Where Guy usually goes on about something while you shrug and Molly sips a coffee milkshake.“Dude, you are not excited enough!” Guy was a bit of a bro, but he was one of the few friends you’d actually made since coming out to LA six months ago. And he seemed to genuinely like you in a place where real friends we’re hard to find. Plus he’d been a little more successful than you at finding work,. A few weeks ago I shared a secret with her, and emailed her a link to the site, so that she could read one of the stories that the host was kind enough to post for me, and told her the title (which I posted under a pen name, of course). Anyway, Monday of this week we ended up in the break area alone and she asked me if the story was a true one or fiction. I told her it was true, except for the names used. She giggled and said ‘that will require some proof, it said you have a ten inch.