Your tiny little cock could never satisfy a real woman like me or any woman really

If it’s hard for you to find your micro mini-cock, how do you expect someone to fuck it. The last woman to give you a chance laughed herself into fits at the sight of your tiny dick. Embarrassed, you keep to yourself, seeking pleasure from your hand and watching your stash of monster cock porn.

Your little nubbit grows rock hard watching a thick black monstrosity of a dick plunging in and out of a tight pink slit. You wish it were YOU that was the owner of said monstrosity, pumping without mercy while she screams your name.

I understand your black cock obsession

I too enjoy bbc. I bet you wonder what it feels like don’t you? You have those naughty, seemingly taboo bisexual desires of tasting and experience a big black cock first hand (or mouth, or ass for that matter!) I intend to show you with my enormous strap on. I know you want to, I see it in your eyes and your tiny little tictac is twitching. Now be a good boy and get on all fours, get into your pussy awareness position. You are about to receive the FULL pleasure of every last inch of my strapon.

Feel your ass being stretched as the head of my bbc pushes deeper inside of you. When those tight sphincter muscles give and allow me to embed my dildo all the way to the hilt in your ass. Pumping harder and harder, the power I feel as I deflower your ass is overwhelming and causes my body to quiver with with excitement.

Do you want to discover the pleasure of having a huge monster cock buried deep in your willing ass? Or are you embarrassed by your bisexual fantasies with big black cocks?

Don’t worry slave pet…Once I decide to penetrate you, there is no escaping and you will come to love every minute of it.

You have NEVER been able to Satisfy a Woman

You have yet to find a woman who’s willing to deal with your little problem(that being your small, pathetic penis). You cum faster than a virgin getting his first blow job, but you just don’t understand why. You don’t realize all of your problems stem from your inability to control your urges. Ivy knows how hard it is for you to keep your hands off your cock. Even at work under your desk, you daydream about fucking and rub your hand against yourself to relieve the ache.

Watching from afar, you image each woman from your office spread across the desk while you pump deep inside her. It’s time you get your problem under control and Warden Ivy (aka your Chastity Mistress) Is here to help. By locking your cock inside a chastity device, it becomes safe from your wandering hands. I will expect you to get one of the serial number locks and will request proof that you have not touched or tampered.

You will wear it 24/7 and will only remove it for emergencies

You will even wear it under your slacks at work. The biggest rule it that you obey and agree to refrain from orgasm until I allow you to succumb to pleasure. Since your hobby is watching your huge collection of porn, your first assignment will be watching without touching. That’s right, you will watch one full length DVD without giving in to the need to masturbate. By prolonging your orgasm, your body and mind will learn a sense of control. Let’s face it, all women want a man who can control his urges and put her pleasure before his. With each task it will become more difficult to keep from stroking your cock, but in the end it will be worth the sweet torture.

Don’t think for a minute I won’t know if you cum without my permission, Mistress always knows.

I will expect you to respond once you have completed your chastity training assignment–if you actually made it through the whole video, without masturbating–and how it felt to not be allowed release.

At the end of the day, you are always welcome to beg for release…I thrive on you begging, and you never know what I will say–just don’t get your hopes to high! LOL

Another Entry from the Diary of an Inmate at Penis Penitentiary.
My mind is awash with thoughts and images as I am returned to my cell. Wet and naked I curl up in the corner of this god forsaken place. I am a toy for the pleasure of Warden Mistress Ivy (as she prefers to be called) and she has been in a particularly cruel mood lately. Days ago, maybe weeks ago, I’m not sure, time is immaterial there are no clocks, no daily pattern to count the time. I remember being taken to a room and forced to masturbate. The first time I believed my mistress had taken a kind eye to me because she allowed me to cum. I remember the warm feeling I had as she lovingly coaxed me to my orgasm and then allowed me to spill my cum. While she did collect the mess and force me to swallow it all, the feeling was exquisite and I loved her at that moment. Then of course she made me do it again, and again. Day after brutal day she forced me to masturbate until I came. My cock was raw and I begged to be released from this coerced orgasm torture but there was no kindness in her eyes and so it went on day after day repetitive cumming and coerced cum eating.

The Coerced Orgasms FINALLY stopped…

I was returned to my cell, withered and broken each day and then it just stopped. As with most things I am not allowed to know the reason or purpose, I am condemned and do as I am told to do. I vaguely remember a few days meager rest after this, mostly I slept and ate what was provided. I did not and still do not know how many prisoners are here. I hear the steel doors clang open and shut. I hear the sharp tap of spiked heels on the cement and I hear the moans and screams of the other wretched souls. I don’t know if they experience what I do or something entirely different, all I know is Warden Mistress Ivy runs the place with ruthless efficiency. But little did I the foresee that which was to unfold.

I have no idea how long ago I was taken from my cell. But again, Mistress Ivy’s minions came for me. Dressed in leather bra and panties, fishnet stockings and thigh high black leather boots, they are sexy and formidable. I was taken to another area of the prison and brought into a black steel room. As the door opened a short set of stairs took us down about five feet to the floor. There were no windows and no lights. I was placed on a table in the center of the room and my arms and legs were shackled to four points in the wall as if I was to be drawn and quartered. I was stripped completely and a helmet of sorts was placed over my head. I was closed over my face and locked down and I realized I could see nothing, hear nothing. I tried to speak but I could not even hear myself.

My Balls Ached, My Cock Throbbed

I lay there alone and after a period of time I felt a warm wetness hit my back and continue swelling up until I was floating in a warm bath. I lay there for hours until at once I felt a four sharp fingernails touch my chest and slide down over my chest, stomach and cock and then grasp my balls with a fierce grip. I screamed into the silence of my lonesomeness. More time and then something sharp, hard and cold clamped onto my right nipple. I barely had time to squeal before another hit my left. The pain was intense and then the shock hit. I screamed again, a scream that nobody heard. The shocks hit over and over and the pain was intense but caused an erection. I could feel everything in me, I could hear my heart beat as the electricity coursed through me. My cock was rock hard and I felt a hand wrap around it, then I felt lips and a tongue and my cock was in a warm mouth. Another shot of electricity. And then it stopped. I was left rock hard, the clips stayed on, but no other sensation touched me.

I waited, hours, maybe a day, it was a long time. I tried to sleep but could not and so I waited. The next sensation was a fierce pain in my balls as a tight iron clip was clamped to my scrotum, then another, then another, and another, six, eight, I stopped counting as the pain was intense. Then the shocks to my nipples started again. The pain washed through me like a cold wind, I was tired, exhausted is a better word and screamed into my empty void. Again, my cock came alive and again I felt the warm wetness of a mouth take it in and suck on it. As my mind tried to reconcile the pain and pleasure I felt as if I was being brought to an orgasm. But then the mouth came off and I could feel a metal sleeve slide over my cock. It was open ended and I felt a pulsing of electricity start to flow through my cock.

I could not imagine what this device was. The electric pulsing was pleasurable at first, then it started increasing. As it did if felt as if the steel sleeve was constricting. My cock stayed rock hard and slowly the impulses increased squeezing and shocking my cock until I felt myself explode. I felt the splatter of the cum as it spilled on my stomach but I stayed rock hard as long as the electric sleeve was pulsing. Gradually this was turned down and the sleeve removed as well as the clamps.

Really not that bad, but I did not know that this was to go on for days, at least I believe. I was given nothing to eat and at regular intervals the minions opened a small hole in the mask and allowed me to drink. I lost all track of time and space. But the CBT continued and I never knew when or how it would start and how long it would last or who was performing it. Until they removed the mask, drained the room and took me back to my cell wet and naked where my story began…

You are on day 5—you would have thought this particular erotic punishment would have been more of a dream come true. You were caught disobeying your mistress and as punishment you were coerced to your knees to stroke for her and cum– and stroke, and cum several times until you were exhausted, then you were to go rest in your cage. You were given  7 days of coerced orgasms…again you thought this would be a dream come true.

You must have forgotten where you were stroker slut.

If you remember, you are an inmate of penis penitentiary. And you should KNOW by now that Mistress Ivy always has something up her sleeve.

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You THOUGHT this was an exciting stroking assignment—being allowed to play with your dick non-stop, climax after climax.

What you DIDN’T factor in, was the ‘downtime’ most boys need and the extreme sensitive that comes right at the end of the orgasm….You didn’t get the downtime, and I don’t care about your sensitive balls. You WILL continue to stroke until I tell you to stop. This is what you get for disobeying me.

It is only day 5, and you have come to appreciate those that were having their orgasms denied.

You hear the tapping of my stiletto heels , the unlocking of your cage—and you quickly crawl out and are on your knees—begging your mistress to not punish you any longer.

I just look at you with my glaring eyes…and say stroke it—bitch

You take a deep breath, take your cock out and start to stroke. I guide your masturbation telling you how to stroke MY dick. (it doesn’t belong to you dear)

You try making excuses of feeling under the weather, not feeling good, being tired, blah-blah-blah

I don’t take any interest in your pleas and continue instructing you.

Nearly 45 minutes passes and you look up at me…and in a shaking voice say ‘mistress it isn’t going to happen today’

I look at you and make you stroke faster…knowing your discomfort and displeasure.

You respond again ‘mistress I can’t cum today—it won’t cum’

Displeased I grab the leash and attach it to your collar leading you into a room, coercing you to lay on the table and I strap you to it.

I let out an evil laughter and tell you ‘stroker slut, you WILL cum today’

I straddle you on the table wrapping my hand around your cock and stroke it—mixing in some light cbt to ‘wake it up’

Another hour passes, and you finally reach your climax exploding hard for your mistress. I collect you cum and put it in the funnel and place it in your mouth for you to consume…

After you swallow it up—

I release you from the table…get you to your knees and tell you ‘I didn’t say to stop stroking’

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This is only day 5, you are exhausted—your coerced orgasms are too much to bare…and you still have 2 days to go—or at least you hope…

I don’t give my inmates er…victims, many freedoms. But, writing in a diary is one of them. Reading their thoughts and fears and about their time here sends exciting shivers up my spine and moistens my panties. Makes me want to take them and turn the tens unit up a bit higher to see a new reaction

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I sit in my cell here in the penis penitentiary with no view to the outside, the cell is clean and utilitarian. My cock and ass hurt severly after today’s session with Ms Ivy. The day started in a pretty normal fashion. I havn’t cum in over a month now and each day, often multiple times a  day I have sessions with her…usually some light cbt or other forms of mild torture, but today my Mistress was in a particularly viscious mood….

I had never seen this room, the walls black, the lighting dim and tinged red. I was led by her minions, beautiful in their own right, but never the unimaginable beauty of Mistress Ivy, the warden, the gatekeeper of this hellish domain. Dressed in black leather bra’s and panties and long black leather boots with spiked heels they led me to the rack. For the most part it looked like a piece of gym equipment, chrome and black vinyl. They put me in the seat, like a partial stool, centered in it and chained my arms and legs to the chassis. Before me, a table of tools, devices and paraphenalia.

Mistress Ivy enters the room, dressed in a red leather corset and panties, black stockings, and thigh high red leather boots with 6 inch heels. Her long black hair falls over her shoulders widening her features. She has a demonic look as she says “Cindy, you have been a bad little stroker boy…we caught you on camera last night….stroking your cock without permission!”. She asks me to explain, but I just stutter, there is no excuse, I will be given no quarter and I deserve no such mercy.

She looks at me as her minions come up beside me. They begin to hold me and caress my cock and it hardens immediately. I know it’s wrong, but I can’t help it and the smile on Mistress Ivy’s face says something other than “enjoy it”. They begin stroking me, getting me rock hard. Then one of her minions take me in her mouth. The pleasure is amazing and I close my eyes only to be awakened by a sharp pain in my testicles. Mistress Ivy has just clipped a large metal clip to both testicles and each has a wire dangling from it with a hook. Her minion strokes and sucks me as Mistress Ivy starts applying weights to the hooks. The clips tug at my testicles and my cock leaks and I moan, but I don’t know if it’s pleasure or pain.

I continue to recieve the most amazing fellatio as Mistress Ivy brings a nylon rope over. It’s red and about 4 ft long and she begins tying it around the base of my cock and balls. She then puts a collar on me and clips the end of the rope to it. Her hand, her mouth, it feels so good and I lean back only to realize the trap. If my head leans back it tightens the knot around my cock, squeezing the balls up. I desperatly want to lean back and moan with pleasure, but know that I can’t.

Then I feel the wetness behind. Some type of lubrication, jell, or oil on my ass. I try to turn and see, but the rope tightens. Then I feel a cold metal object, rouded at the top begin to move around my asshole. It works it’s way in as I realize it is the other minion beginning to ass fuck me with a huge metal strap on. The other continuing to pleasure my cock as my ass rips apart receiving this massive pole. My mind wanders as I try to deal with all the sensation When a violent shock wave hits. The cock is electrified and it jolts me hard sending waves of pain through my ass. Mistress Ivy laughs loudly and I see she has the control for that. She adds more weight to the hooks dragging my testicles down.

I am torn with different emotions, massive pleasure, massive pain as I continue having my ass pounded from behind. But I feel myself coming to a climax and the minion sucks harder and harder and as I am about to explode my head jerks back reflexively, quickly tightening the rope and strangling my cock…The minion moves aside and Mistress Ivy steps forward clamping a gloved hand around my cock. She simultaneously presses the button and shock waves of pain shoot through my ass. The glove is freezing cold and has small but sharp spikes all over the palm and they prickle my cock. My head explodes with the multiple sources of pain and I know longer want to cum, I am demoralized, humiliated.

Mistress Ivy unbindes the chains and frees me from my torturous bonds. She looks at me as I slump to the floor, naked.. Well, you won’t be touching that little clitty of yours for a while will you Cindy…I hear her laughing as the minions drag me away, back to my cell. What does the future hold here in the Penis Penitentiary?