Cock Rings and Chastity Keys!

             TJ Ryder

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   Maybe it was a little bit of self flattery that I made

the trip to New York City last summer and perhaps it was also

for experience and inspiration by the exploding shemale culture,

but it was definitely more than I expected.

   I'm a average looking, (pic attached)5'5, 135 lb passable t-gyrl

or shemale or a hundred other nouns being used! 37 years old with

some cosmetics. Not particularly feminine but am submissive to black males

especially and dominant younger women.  In fact I work as

a part time waitress near a military base outside of San Diego because

my social life for the last ten years has been mostly young black

recruits.  I pass to the point where I wear a HeShe medallion

near my modest cleavage so guys know what theyr'e getting but I can

still pass as a real female in front of their friends.

   Anyway a gyrlfriend who moved to NYC blows me away when she/he starts

talking about shemale dating and invites me to visit.  Since the price

was right and I was between relationships, well, why not? 

   Lauren is a little older than me who moved back to take care of

a relative, living near the Village where I was going to crash

on a fold-out couch.

   Getting ready to go out for my first cruise as a shemale looking

for shemales, which to me sounded really strange; she wasn't happy

about my rather modest, short skirt and blouse and low pumps! She

looked in my opinion, trampy; boobs too big and too firm, too

much makeup, dressed in vibrant colors; but she was always pushing

herself out there.

   She also showed me her latest cock sheath underwear, and having

seen her before I asked her if she had been on sex pills because she

was definitely bigger!  She said it was mostly natural.  Kind of

strange because she was always on hormones to make her more fem.

   "Okay, Lauren" standing at the bar and sipping a margarita while looking

around at the all female or female appearing patrons posing and

dancing.  "Let me get this straight because I still don't get it!

You sucked and fucked as much navy and marine cock as I did and now

your'e all dolled up trolling in a room full of t-gyrls!" She nodded.

   "Yup, crude as usual but accurate!"

   "And the reason is...?"

   "Well first off, honey, I still do that other stuff of course.

Second, well, its easier to talk to another shemale as a friend,

and my, well, dates, well, come on, theyr'e just like yours!"

   "Dates?"

   "Give it up, honey.  Do you have any real conversation or

friendships at Long Beach?"

   I smiled, "to be frank, since you moved back I kind of miss

the morning-after debriefings we used to have before

we started our shift!"

   "I did too, so I got into the clubs which here are so much more

organized!  But also,- Oh I forgot to mention in this club Cockrings

are de rigeur!"

   "Hmmm," looking in my wallet purse, "I very rarely wear mine but

I think I have it!"  I found it, hoped it would still fit, and

then she helped me undo my necklace in back and I removed the green

amethyst stone that went with my eyes and slipped the cock ring in.

   That was when I noticed his/hers.  It was bigger than mine

and I knew for sure when we worked on the coast I was bigger. Plus

it had a tiny little key dangling from the chain also.

   "Hmmm, your cockring is bigger, which I was going to mention earlier

when I saw your sack, and the ring is for...!  Not on hormones any

more?"

   "Yes, theyv'e changed them though, made them smarter. The ring

is for the chastity belt!"

   "Your'e wearing a chastity belt?  Why carry the key to it around

your neck?  Have you gone weird on me?"

   Lauren smiled and sighed.  "Look around, I'm not the only one!"

   I did look around and got some come-on smiles from some pretty

tgyrls or I assumed they were.

   "This IS the Lockup Lounge after all!"

   "Oh, I didn't notice the name on the door! But, I still don't

get it!"

   "First to explain, and then I want you to meet some friends.

The key is to show that your'e in chastity, and in my case its not

for my belt.  It's for my gyrlfriend's belt.  She wears the key

to my belt around her neck.  Got it?"

   "Right, okaaaayyy!  Is she here tonight!" 

   "She has a date but will be here later! Tyra is kind of a tramp

and difficult to get a hold of sometime, but" Lauren held up the key,

"I know for a fact we'll get together soon because it's been a few

days!"

   I smiled,  "okay, sure, that I understand. I don't see why the

key is necessary though!"

   "Really," she smiled,  "she adds a stability and a dimension I

didn't know I was missing!"

   "Is she a dominant?"

   'Well, we both are in way, controlling each other's orgasms, but

yes she is more dom than I am when wer'e together!"

   "Hmmmm!" that was an extra dimension all right.

   Well, the rest of the night passed uneventfully except for dancing

close and making out with another tgyrl for the first time in my life;

feeling our silicone breasts mash together and cupping each other's butt!

I felt like a lesbo and it was quirky but I definitely got up during it.

There was no future of course! I was heading back in a few days; but after

I resumed my life back in Long Beach I couldn't get it out of my head.

I am mostly submissive but have been known to switch so looking around

the internet I found a shemale dating service and put my facts in

since it was cheap.  Always be honest, here's my advice to anyone

filling out that stuff.  Beat off until your'e just about to cum

and then say what your'e looking for!

    I was surprised how many responses I got, being just

average looking myself and pushing 40.  Naturally the one I liked

was a slut like myself.  A common street hooker shemale, oriental mix.

Smart though, STD tested, only dated servicemen for safety's sake

but also missing out on any real money she could make.  I knew just

how cheap young recruits were!  She/he supported her mother and

two younger sisters by plying her trade near a couple of marine

bars that I knew well, in fact I was surprised she wasn't really

a female because I had seen her around for a while. She pretended

she was also surprised I was a boy too. She wore a cock ring but

she would not wear a chastity belt, mostly for her business.  Plus

she was more dom than I was.  I wasn't ready for a chastity belt

either but my other new 'gyrlfriend' was into that!  Another

one I met with the dating service.

    Kysa was a young black t-gyrl, very attractive, nice boob job,

kind of street with some old tats she was going to have removed,

and extremely submissive to me, even though she's bigger and stronger

than I am.  She's into the group thing near the navy base and

her big thick lips drain a lot of throbbing meat during the weekend,

and I slip a tight belt on her on Monday morning, put the key

on my necklace chain, bend her over a chair with her panties

down and use a ping pong paddle on her backside until she cries!

When we go out she is in some form of bondage all the time.

When we dance at a tgyrl-friendly club, I wear pumps and she

wears flats, usually her hands are cuffed in back and

I will make out with her while twisting her thick nipples.

Here I am, always been sub to blacks and once a week I paddle and

cane her until I milk her bloated black balls!

   When I meet my oriental domme once or twice a week, the shy, sweet

submissive gyrl treats me even worse!

   Iv'e known several shemales in various kinds of relationships

now for over a year and even after breaking up we stay in touch,

sometimes meet at a bar. So here it is Saturday afternoon, I'm meeting

two or three black bull marine recruits at the Regent Hotel lounge

as soon as my waitress shift ends .  Their average age is

18, all bigger, stronger and super hard and hung needing to get off

and needing to get back to being in charge for a few hours.

If I like them while we have a couple of drinks and maybe dance,

we'll go upstairs where I get a reduced rate until 6 when they

have to go back to the base.  After that I'm going to clean up,

use some vaseline, touch my makeup on over any bruises,

and tuck my bloated balls filled with recycled negroe teenage

sperm into my chastity sheath and go to a movie with my latest

shemale gyrlfriend.

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