Here’s yet another dream Boy Toy had while I was away in April. The best part is that I’m not making any of these up!

In this one you’re back from your trip and apparently you want me to stay locked in the CB6000 because, you tell me, I’m totally different when in chastity. You think absolute submission is best for our relationship. I’m trying to argue that I’m not different, just relaxed, and you tell me things like my friends told you how different I was.

I try to come up with a way of getting out of the cage, at least just a little, but every time I try you match it up with a condition that would force me to put it back on. For example, putting on the chain-harness, then taking off the CB, but only removing the harness once the CB’s back on. It could be shackles too, etc. I finally give up since it seems I just can’t win and I’m thinking, maybe saying out loud, that you might get me into total submission and then I wouldn’t be able to get out at all. Excitement comes over me at the thought of having to ask for things, like going out, and you apparently know this as you are telling me: “See, that’s very close to where I want us, you realized you’re my total property just now, that’s what got you excited.”

Then you want me to cook and I’m all happy and cheery, running in the kitchen. You leave to get food since I’m to remain your naked house boy.

While I’m alone, I find myself thinking it’s a good time to see if I can get it off, you know, as a safety just in case   But when I look down, it’s changed to this sort of metal device! I’m wondering if you changed it on me while I was trying to take if off for a few minutes. As I’m checking it out, I realize it’s much more secure than the CB and I tell myself “Oh, shit, this might get me into deep submission towards her even faster!” I’m walking back and forth trying to figure out how I can get back into the CB, how I can convince you. I’m thinking maybe I could use reverse psychology or tell you there’s a flaw with this one.

And you’re right behind me, as if you just appeared and you seem to have been listening to my thoughts. You scold me, and again, as thoughts of the situation flood over me, it’s as though I’m fading out of myself and into this really nice place of submission. I’m tingling all over.

We then have a conversation about the metal chastity device. You’re in love with the thing, you make me walk across the room to admire it and you tell me that I’d better get used to it, hinting that I’d wear it a lot, that you want to incorporate that into our lifestyle. And then I wake up!