The beginning to this blog actually finds me a month into it. It has been over one month since my Keyholder locked the lock, keeping me from my pleasure and making me all hers. My pleasure comes in different ways now. Service, making sure she is pleasured. The caress of skin. Over the course of this blog, I will document my adventures in chastity, including helpful tips for those wishing to embark on the journey.
Yesterday was the first time I'd seen my Keyholder in over a week. Nine days to be exact. Nine days straight of being locked in the belt, of none of her teasing, of not being able to service her. When I saw her at last, she was the most beautiful vision. I greeted her at the door wearing nothing but the belt, in my greeting position (knees splayed out, hands palms up in supplication, forehead to floor). I rained kisses on her boots, and when she at last bid me to stand, I hugged her with all my love. It was great seeing her, feeling her, embracing her.
Later on that night, I was disrespectful to her during a shopping trip. Not overly so; it was a little thing, but a little is enough. I was promised a caning when we got home. My Keyholder added to this by a frigging (sticking a piece of ginger up my bottom). When I clenched, the ginger would burn. I tried to take my strokes as relaxedly as possible. It was quite the sensation, trying to master my natural reflexes. My Keyholder is a most efficacious trainer.
My thoughts are heady one month into chastity. I feel I would do anything for her. The thought both pleases and scares me. I take comfort in the fact that she is a very ethical person and wants nothing but the best for me. I look forward to how she will shape me in the months to come.
