Cock Rings and Chastity Keys!

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    Cock Rings and Chastity Keys!
    TJ Ryder
    http://sissytrain.com/Fpage/fpage.html

    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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