I’ll share an experience I’ve had when I was younger. My first serious boyfriend I met when I was 20, we stayed together for about 4 years, 3 of them he had me locked. Our relationship had a very clear dom/sub type dynamic. Most of our norms established through our sexual roles. He was the “man” and I was a hole for him and was treated as such. I was even passed around as a favor to his friends when he needed me to, I was a possession.
A little description of him, he was 33 when we met, he’s a dark and big Egyptian guy (6’2”), bearded with sharp features, beefy muscular almost hairless body, big pecs/arms, trunk like torso, thick legs. His cock was at most 9x7 and pointed straight ahead. At the time, I was average build but with thick thighs and a big ass which made my waist look smaller than it was, my dick was 5” on a good day. We met through a friend and he got my number and we started talking on the phone a lot until he invited me over his place where we had sex for the first time. He was unbelievably strong and had been extremely rough with me. My throat was bruised from him forcing his cock into it, my hole was swollen and he may have caused a fissure, and I had bruises where he grabbed me while fucking me the next day. I accepted it because to me he was a perfect man (physically speaking) and I didn’t get that much attention from guys like him. I kept meeting up with him and our relationship developed quickly, he would dominate me in the bedroom and hold that over me outside of it. Even when getting into arguments and fights he would grab me, tear off my clothes and fuck me until I submit and let him “win” the argument. He could very well beat me up but he never did that, he would just show me how easily he could do that before pulling his cock out and fucking my mouth or ass.
During sex he wouldn’t have me jerk off or touch myself. He always berated me when I tried to do it, or hold my hands away. So I didn’t always cum when we had sex, I would jerk off when he wasn’t there to cum. He would find out and get into an argument with me over jerking off culminating into an ultimatum, either I agree to get locked or we end it. I agreed to try it because I didn’t want to lose him. The first lock lasted 2 months, it was a hard adjustment. During that time the chaffing and hard ons were painful, after which I had it removed for about a week until he locked me into a smaller one. It was incredibly uncomfortable for me that I begged him to take it off after only a couple of weeks, he refused and said I had to get used to it. He said if I took viagra every three days my dick would get hard for that day but would be ok the other two days. So we did that for about a month until I stopped and it wasn’t as the hard ons didn’t become much of an issue even with viagra. Seeing how comfortable I got meant he wanted to place a smaller cage on me. I agreed but only after a short break of being unlocked. During the break I noticed that my dick felt smaller like lost more than an inch hard, even couldn’t get hard or stay hard.
At this point even his friends knew that I’m locked, they knew small details about our relationship and dynamics that would be private in other relationships. Even went as far as getting into an argument at one of his friends places which he resolved by taking me to a room and fucking me as they all heard what we were doing. He’d show them naked pictures of me, videos of him using me, brag about bruises and marks he left on my body and even striping me to flash them. I remember he took a video and pics of my hole one night after fucking for hours where I was gaped and filled, which he was showing them while I was there waiting on them. Still remember their expressions and comments vividly to this day.
After one argument about being caged, he agreed to take off, if I agreed to let his friend fuck me. I didn’t know at the time but his friend would help him on a business loan application if he’d whore me out to him. He wanted more than once to open up the relationship but I wouldn’t agree since I was locked and felt shame about it. (He attempted 3 somes only with 2 being successful over the first year together). He pressured me to fuck his friend which after a few arguments (ending with him fucking me) I agreed so he unlocked me and invited friends (plural) over.
It was a normal hang out at first, they sat down and I waited on them getting them shishas and drinks. He get up and grope me in front of them which slowly turned into him stripping me and showing me off to his friends. He’d spread my ass for them to expose my hole, allow the touch it and grope me. He then pushed me to go down on his friend. I pulled out his cock and took him in my mouth right there which in turn made the other guys pull out their cocks and jerk off. As his friend went on to fuck me another guy had his cock in my face and pretty quick it turned into them using me and gang fucking me. He let them take turns on me and cum inside me that night with some taking videos and pictures of me. Of course not long after I was back to being locked again with a smaller cage.
This became a recurring thing, with more guys I’ve only just met, he’d invite guys over and they’d all fuck me with him. He’d let them humiliate me and cum wherever they pleased. It became such a normal occurrence that he’d mention it less than an hour before they arrive and expect me to please them. Even when we were exposed to minor infections, this wouldn’t stop him from doing it. After some time some select friends of his would text me that they’re coming over to fuck and he’d tell me to please them even when he’s not there. Sometimes his friends would bring in other strangers with them, which I told my boyfriend about. His response was that he’d talk to them. One of his friends had even gotten rough with me hitting me in the face which he only had a text exchange with stating not to do it again.
He told me he’d unlock me if we ever got to Egypt together, which happened in the second year of our relationship. I didn’t know it but he had arranged for me to get fucked by a lot of guys before going there. Once we got situated he put me in the smallest lock I’ve had this far (I would stay locked in this size for the remainder of our relationship). Every night he had someone (often multiple) over and he’d share me with them. Eventually went to a party with over 20 or so people, most of which have fucked me on the night. I enjoy sex a lot but it has gotten to a point where I’m at a very high risk since hearing about the recent spread of HIV in Egypt. I’ve convinced him that we get tested and thankfully everything was fine but after the Egypt trip I had to stop what we were doing.
We argued about what he’s been letting guys do to me, leading me to find out it was an exchange of favors (material or otherwise) with his friends and not just a kink. During our screaming match he tore off one of fave shirts in an attempt to strip me (it was a Superman tank top that had a very high sentimental value). I pushed him off but he was much stronger than me, managed to take off my clothes and fuck me into submission again, I wouldn’t. I was tearing up but wouldn’t let him off the hook, so he cuffed me and kept me in the room that night, coming back and trying to fuck me into submission again. The next morning we woke up and I had been crying, he eventually let up on me saying that he’d allow me to veto some friends fucking me but only if I agree not to take the lock off ever. After a few days of thinking about it we agreed (I’d only take of the lock for absolutely necessary cases).
From that day on in our relationship I remained locked and while I can veto some of the guys he’s choosing, his close friend group still was allowed total access to me. But only if he was there. Toward the end of our relationship I stopped challenging him and would submit to being a hole for him as he pleased. It felt as that slowly got boring to him that I was just that. Something about what he used to do before, exert power over me as I resisted got him off more I think. He pursued an opportunity elsewhere knowing it would end with us breaking up.