Life-Altering Shift for Me

Hi. I want to share a brief story with you all. I don’t believe any of you are opposed to gay relationships. I’m in a relationship with my beloved boyfriend, who is patient and understanding. On the other hand, I am quick-tempered and somewhat erratic. Despite these differences, we’ve been together for two years.

Last November, we went to friends’ house for a party. It wasn’t specifically a gay event or a sex party—just plain fun that was really nice. There, I met a handsome guy, and we started chatting and drinking together. I introduced him to my boyfriend, and the atmosphere remained enjoyable. But I have a tendency to spoil any good time…

My new friend and I took some drugs and drank alcohol… I don’t exactly recall how we ended up in an empty bedroom. We were both pretty drugged and drunk… All I remember clearly is the light suddenly turning on, accompanied by the girl’s furious scream. Also, I was fucking her boyfriend without even using a condom! The girl started beating us up, scratching our faces, heads, and everywhere else. Soon after, several people arrived in the room along with my boyfriend. Someone pulled the girl away from us while my boyfriend hit me very hard in the face. I sobered up quite quickly…

I started getting dressed. By the time I was finished, a taxi was already waiting for me. My boyfriend took me home. Once there, he pushed me into a cold shower and told me to sleep on the sofa. I don’t think you need me to explain how deeply ashamed I felt…

The next morning, I woke up very early with a terrible hangover; I felt dirty—truly dirty! And terribly embarrassed too. Plus, my lip was wounded. After taking a quick shower, I made breakfast. At 6 am, my boyfriend walked into the kitchen. I was certain that I would pack and move out. However, after drinking his coffee, he simply said that I wasn’t allowed to leave the house until he figured out how to solve the problem.

I was surprised and shocked. I felt like a dirty pig deserving the worst punishment. After he left for work, I called my boss and took another week off. I stayed home doing cleaning and other chores. A week passed that way with little words spoken, sleeping on the sofa, washing, cooking, and gardening. My boss received yet another phone call granting me more time off.

I felt a bit better but still ashamed. At the end of the second week, a courier delivered a small package addressed to my boyfriend. I handed it to him when he returned from work. He looked at it and said, “You’ll be back to work on Monday.” While preparing dinner, I heard that after taking another shower, I needed to come to the living room carrying something. The situation seemed slightly strange… but I didn’t argue.

I took a shower and went with the package to my boyfriend wearing boxer shorts and a t-shirt. He instructed me to remove my boxers. Panic started rising; I was afraid because I had no idea what he planned to do! “Calm down,” he said, “We’ll get you dressed.” Then I saw inside the box… It’s something I’d only heard existed before—a chastity device … for me. Everything became clear!

I had to wear it. We put it on together. He told me to report any discomfort and ensured that the ring wasn’t too loose. My boyfriend introduced me to new rules applying specifically to me, and for the first time in two weeks, he allowed me to sleep in our bed. I felt lost yet humiliated but didn’t complain; after all, what I did to him was far worse…

That evening, I realized my boyfriend had transformed into ‘Mr.’ We shared a glass of wine (my first drink in two weeks), and then I was sent off to bed again. Though it took some getting used to having the device on my dick, I eventually fell asleep.

My boyfriend woke me up later, instructing me to take off my t-shirt and boxers so that I remain naked in bed constantly. I didn’t object. This is how my first day living inside a cage looked… Since then, I’ve given up drugs and excessive alcohol consumption. I am calmer now and more polite. It’s been nine weeks since I was locked up.