Halloween Bad boi

As you heard I had an awesome Halloween costume party over the weekend. My date and I looked very stylish together. I decided to be a Risqué Phantom of the Opera wearing just a pair of leather short shorts, a cape, painted mask, a black fedora and holding a leather rose. It was a great way for me to get my mind off things. And yes, I sang way too much over the course of the evening, especially with how much I had to drink. Master made sure that I wouldn't be doing anything stupid so I arranged to crash with a couple of friends who were the designated drivers for the party.



I was a bad boy the other night and got off without the permission of my master. I of course am on cum control and am only allowed to jack myself off to the edge and am not allowed to cum unless my master tells me that I can. I was extremely horny and had been jacking myself to the edge several times. However the 4th time I had edged myself, I had gotten to close and couldn't stop from cumming. That of course is no excuse for being selfish and wasting my cum without my master telling me too.

My master was not happy with me about it when he found out that I came and decided that I needed to be punished. He commanded me to tie up my balls with the end of a shoestring and then tie the other end to my big toe so that when I would try to straighten my leg my balls would stretch. He then proceeded to have me jack myself to the edge repeatedly and commanded me to smack my already stretched balls.

After a while master told me to finger fuck myself hard and deep while I continued to get myself off. I had been edged several times by that point and was dying to cum. He still hasn't allowed me to cum.
He was disappointed with me that I would do something like cum without him. I can't take my master being disappointed with me. That feeling of dissatisfaction is the worst punishment a boy can be given. I hope to never have to experience that again.

Testing starts tomorrow at 1pm for my next HIV test. A close family member is going with me to a local free clinic. With this clinic if I were to have a confirmed positive result come up on a test they would help me to be able to have counseling, doctors, get my meds, and get into support groups. This will be my 6 week test. At 6 weeks, as master has said, they have a pretty high probability of knowing whether or not you've contracted it. The final test however is still at 3 months...and more waiting.



I want this to be over with. The whole idea of not knowing is killing me. I am strong. I have to be. I feel like if I am not and were to waiver or doubt, just falter one molecule of my being, I would be defeated. I can't have that. Defeat is giving in to the doubt that you are not strong enough to overcome.

Yours,

--Boi