Thursday, October 24, 2013

Changes and Endings

Hello all,
It's with some regret that I post this. Due to some changes in my personal life, I won't be posting here anymore. I wish everyone out there that wishes to embrace the chastity lifestyle the best. I'll leave the blog up for a while, to answer any questions anyone may have about chastity etc.
Cheers,
Keyholden

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

I'm Your Venus...

For the last couple of weeks, I've had a wonderful time with my Keyholder. We've gone to nice dinners, spent time with friends, watched some of our favorite shows, and done generally vanilla-ish things. Only, I've been wearing the CB-6000s the whole time. Oh, she would tease me – tease me without mercy sometimes. I'd pleasure her, I'd grind my erection into her leg and suckle while she came and came, only to be left wanting at the end of the night. All in all, great fun.

And then, this morning she surprised me. My breakfast? A caning. I tried to bear it well, but I'm out of practice and it was hard to stay still. Then she had me lay down on the bed, where she proceeded to tie my limbs to each post. Spread-eagled and helpless. She teased me a bit (I was out of the cage), then whipped me with a little "rat-tail" whip. Even though it objectively hurt much less than the caning, the feeling of being spread-eagled and exposed, vulnerable, with my gentlemen's bits out for sport, was nothing short of terrifying. More-so when she blindfolded me. I tried to not wince or squirm or plead, to no avail. I kept thinking how scary it was, and this despite the fact that I trust my Keyholder with my life. At last, she tired of this, and started on her true intentions: to milk me dry.

My Keyholder hooked me up the Venus-2000. For the curious, this is a vacuum powered suction device that does a convincing job of, well, sucking. One can adjust the stroke and the power of the suction. It is quite awesome, and, I was about to find out, maddening. To my surprise, my Keyholder allowed me orgasm. The first one came quickly, and, after the month-plus buildup I'd had, it was more relieving than pleasurable. Normally, this is where one would call it a night (or morning, in this case). But no, my Keyholder left the machine on. And on. And on. Sucking. Relentlessly sucking, keeping me hard, stroking the hyper-sensitive flesh over and over. I wanted to come again, was desperate for another orgasm, but my body betrayed me. So it went for I don't know how long. Half an hour? I had not concept of time in my maddened state. I begged her to turn it off, and she promised she would, after I came again. The machine was relentless. I've had this fantasy of being hooked up to a milking machine, and here it was, for real, and it was much different than I imagined. Pleasure and discomfort, writhed around each other.

After untold time, I felt the pangs of another orgasm rising. My Keyholder cupped my balls, all while the machine kept up its robotic pumping up and down, sucking in and out. I was an unthinking beast, and then the orgasm exploded in me. I wailed and wailed without control, moaning, thrusting, being drained of my seed. I've never made noises like that. It felt like what I imagine a woman's orgasm must feel like – just endless until the pleasure just overloads and yet it keeps coming. Awesome.

True to her word, she mercifully stopped the device, and I got dressed and went back into my cage for at least another month. I can't help but thinking what it would be like to go another round with the Venus...

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Teased and Pleased

My Keyholder let me out of the cage today, as she wanted to feel me. The feel of her was exquisite, and it took all of my concentration to not "have an accident." Of course, despite my pathetic groveling, she wasn't about to let me come. She did tease me most expertly, playing with my nipples, grabbing my balls, etc. Then, she had me please her, licking her, suckling and, when I was of not further use due to my "hair-trigger" brought on by weeks of chastity, she had me suckle her while she pleased herself through a couple of orgasms. She's "threatened" to hook me up to the milking machine if I am extra attentive....

Friday, October 4, 2013

Temptation: What would you do?

I had a wonderful night out with my Keyholder. We went out with another couple, had some beers and wine, some good food (and some not-so-good food), and generally had a good, normal date. On the way home, my Keyholder had me pull over. She took the key to my lock that she keeps around her necklace and had me pull my pants down in the parking lot. She unlocked me, and took off the CB-6000s (well, the cage part, anyway). She was going to tease me, I knew. And her touch felt great. I'd forgotten how great. As she stroked my cock to attention, she told me how much longer she was going to keep me in – another month, at least. My heart both fell and swelled at the prospect. I've been out of my mind lately with desire, but I've also been able to channel those feelings into good servitude, so it's good and bad. When she'd tired of teasing me, she told me to shrink up. Easier said than done. She "helped" me along by swatting my engorged balls. Ouch. At last, I was able to fit the cage back on, and the lock clicked into place.

I drove her home and we kissed goodnight. When I got back to my place, I settled in and messaged her to let her know I arrived, when I felt something in my pants. I looked, and the lock had come apart! The facing plate had snapped off and all that was holding me in was a thin sliver of freed metal. Now, what would you do? Here you are, about to have another month of chastity, and you are suddenly free! Would you take advantage?

Well, I wrote her straight away and told her what had occurred, then I locked on one of the temporary plastic numbered locks we keep here. I sent her a picture of the number, and assured her that her property was safe and locked, ready for another month of frustration. Now, talk to me in two weeks and ask me if I'd do the same thing!
Meh, I probably would...

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Fantasy Vs. Reality

My Keyholder told me to be there at 10:30 sharp. I was a little early, but knocked on the door anyway. She opened the door and let me inside. "Strip, now, slut!" she ordered. I promptly did. "I want you to clean my whole house, top to bottom, and heaven help you if you do a poor job," she told me. I gulped, and started. I scrubbed toilets, sinks, countertops. She thought it was too easy, so she clamped nipple clamps on me; they swung back and forth, making my nipples get more and more tender with each movement. I scrubbed the floor on my hands and knees with a toothbrush. My Keyholder stood over me, inspecting, flicking me with the tail of a short whip to amuse herself and urge me along while she laughed. She stood imperiously over me in her latex bodysuit, grinding her heels into my back. After a few hours of this, she had me fix her lunch. I cooked up a tolerably good stew while I cleaned. She ate it, then fed me her leftovers from a dish on the floor. While I ate, she forced my head down into the food and laughed gleefully at my messy face. Then she had me clean up, and I licked her feet for the next five hours.

That's how it usually goes in fantasy, in the femdom novels. The reality of it was this: I arrived promptly at 10:30, as ordered. I hugged my Keyholder when I came in. I hadn't seen her in a few days, and, now that I'm caged again, even looking at her beautiful face swelled my heart (and my cock, I must be honest here). I kissed her feet. She relaxed on the couch, and I set about cleaning the house, doing yardwork, and some light maintenance (I have become quite the plumber). While I cleaned (fully clothed, mind you), we chatted a bit. I did actually clean the floor on my hands and knees, and with a toothbrush (for the grout). Every tile I cleaned I knew would be somewhere pleasant for her sole to step on. After I was done, I washed up. My Keyholder took me out to a late lunch, then rewarded me with a couple of beers at a local brewery. I got my submissive itch scratched, my Keyholder has a clean house to enjoy, and I already miss her greatly. All in all, a wonderful day.

The point is that femdom doesn't have to be all whip-wielding mistresses yelling at you. There's a time and place for that, maybe, sometimes. But 95% of the time, it is just normal times at home, with the woman quietly exercising her power. Would I have been happier being degraded and punished? Not necessarily (though that can be fun, on occasion). Was I happy to do a good job for her, and enjoy a nice time out? Certainly. Thank you, my Keyholder, for using your boy, and treating me so well.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Submissiveness Arising

It's been four days since my Keyholder locked me back in the CB-6000s, four days since I've seen her, four days since I've felt her touch. After being out of the cage (but  still chaste) for so long before, it's taking some getting used to. Mostly, it's the near-constant sexual almost-arousal that the cage provides. Like her hand is circling my (her) privates... gripping, holding, controlling. I find myself constantly thinking of submitting, wishing my Keyholder would use me for her comfort and pleasure, wishing that she would exert her dominance over me. At least tomorrow I get to perform chores for her. I'm a little under the weather today, but truly hoping I'll be rearing to go tomorrow...

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Back in the Cage

Things have been rather slow from a chastity / bdsm perspective over here. Much real life getting in the way, lots of travel, work and social obligations. The last couple of days I finally got to spend some time with my Keyholder after a long absence. It was great to see her again, great to cuddle. She allowed me to pleasure her, and I did. I really thought she was going to give me release – it had been over two weeks since my last one, after all. But no, she took her orgasm(s) and left me wanting. Then, she did the same thing the next night, and proceeded to lock me up back in the CB-6000s. So, now I'm away again, but locked in, frustrated, and wishing she were here. I will get to see her later on this week for some chores she wants me to do. I can't wait...

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Finally, an Update

Sorry for not updating in a while. Life's been busy, with lots of trips, work, and social obligations. My Keyholder and I have gone into a more "vanilla" mode, doing normal dating things. Of course, I still fetch drinks and generally do everything, but it hasn't been very kink-like. I find that these dormant periods are normal in any kink relationship (at least the ones I've been in). I was also allowed release a couple of times, which was very nice and needed.
All that said, my Keyholder, out of the blue today, had me get locked back up. So now I write this, back in my CB-6000. I'm going to spend the weekend with her (before yet another trip) so I'll be looking forward to what transpires....

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Improving the Self

Over the past two of years, one of the biggest changes that I've had is physically. I attribute this to my Keyholder's encouragement.

Three years ago, I was soft, got up to 200 lbs on my 6' frame, and it wasn't muscle, let me tell you. I had told myself that if I ever got to 200, I would just quit eating. Well, that didn't work out so well. I was going to the gym, but I was still not getting the results I wanted. Then, I discovered bodyweight training.

I started a program called Tacfit Commando by RMax, sort of like crossfit, or p90x, though it's much more sane (you can google it). It's perfect. You go through sane progressions, you don't get injured, you slowly build your way up to doing things you couldn't do mere months ago, you get fit. Without leaving the house. Without paying for a gym. Without excuses. I went through the whole 9 month cycle. Twice. I'm not going to say it was easy; it wasn't. The high intensity workouts are brutal, and you really have to push yourself. But the results are worth it. I got down to 170 lbs., then worked my way back up to 180-ish (through supplements) to get bigger. I don't care about the weight, I care about being healthy, being strong, and looking good for my Keyholder. I want to give her something she can be proud of, after all. My body is a playground for her, and I want her to have fun! The side benefit, of course, is I'm healthy, I feel great, etc.

It's not perfect, though. I could get much leaner foregoing beer (my precious beer!), eating better, etc. Every once in a while, I'll go on a strict diet and lean up, just to hone my body, to master my will. After all, how can I offer obedience to my Keyholder without first mastering myself? But normally, just the workouts are enough to keep me looking decent.

The point of all this, is this: if you're going to be "kept" man, be the best one you can be. I couldn't abide presenting a slothful, out of shape body to my Keyholder. I want to give her the best, and if that means disciplining myrself to work out every day in some capacity, so be it. My keyholder will thank me for it. And so will my body.


Monday, August 19, 2013

Vanilla Swirl

I recently was asked a few good questions, which I will attempt to answer here.

Q. Your relation with your Keyholder seems to contain vanilla moments as well as intense punishments. Are these different relationship modes, or is your Keyholder in charge all the time?

A. She's in charge all the time. That doesn't mean she does everything. In fact, she delegates much responsibility to me. But she has the final say, as she has the power in the relationship – power I have freely given her. 

The contrast is evident when I go on dates with other women. My Keyholder allows me to date, and the dynamics are markedly different in the dates I've been on, when I've "been in charge." I'm still respectful, chivalrous, etc., but I act more like "this is what we're doing, is that okay?" versus, with my Keyholder, "what would you like to do, Ma'am?" I also have to throttle back my trained-in desire to serve, lest I come off too, I don't know – strange to a vanilla girl. Decision making is another area of difference: in a vanilla date I'm expected to make most, if not all of the decisions. It gets tiring. I actually like the comfort of my Keyholder's decision-making, and I like the fact she's the one in charge.

That being said, there are still relationships modes. One can't be a whip-wielding femme fatale all the time. Sooner or later, real life takes over. The shift between these modes is one of the trickiest things to pull off in a D/s relationship. There is definitely a relaxed "friend" mode, which is actually about 80% of the time, if I were to quantify it. Even in friend mode, though, I'm fetching drinks, and generally doing what she tells me to do. It's not like she's going to say, "get me some water," and I'm going to say "no." I don't think I could even say no at this point.

Sometimes, there is a very formal "slave" mode (I'd say 10% of the time). In case you're keeping track, the other 10% is probably something in between formal and casual. We usually communicate this pretty well, and we've known each other long enough to know which is which. Sometimes, however, I've been caught in between modes, being cheeky and overstepping my bounds (to my derriere's misfortune). For a newer relationship, one way I've found to solve this in the past is to use a collar (or any symbolic item) to designate more formal "slave" modes. But, with my Keyholder, I think we're beyond needing that, though it's still fun to wear that collar:)

Q. Are the punishment canings primarily means to correct unwanted behavior, or are they about inflicting pain for your Keholder’s pleasure? In other words, can you avoid punishment canings by being a perfect slave?

A. My Keyholder is (thankfully) not a sadist (I don't think). She's told me on more than one occasion that she does not enjoy punishing me. Though she does enjoy my reactions, and the results it gets. So, in answer to your question, the canings are for correction and obedience almost exclusively. She does do "maintenance" canings, not nearly as hard, in the mornings sometimes. This is just to remind me of my place. I'm strange about pain. I don't consider myself a masochist, but I do enjoy the endorphin rush, and the subspace it can put me in. I enjoy "after" the pain, not the pain itself. I don't seek out punishment canings, and yes, I can avoid them by being a perfect slave. 

Friday, August 16, 2013

A Good Week / Clock Reset

I had a good, fun week with my Keyholder. After a couple of days of spending quality time together, we were settling in for a languid, indulgent afternoon nap. Things got amorous, and she allowed me to make love to her, slowly, sensuously, as she likes it. To my surprise, she whispered those words which I long to hear: "come for me." And boy, did I. It is always wonderful to feel that connection with her. Afterwards, we cuddled for a bit, then went on with our day – a dinner and a movie date.

The next day, I did my intense workout that comes every four days. It was an out-of-breath super-intense workout that leaves me in a puddle on the floor. After I washed up, my Keyholder massaged and kneaded my muscles back into shape. Then, we settled in for another nap, and one thing led to another. We kissed and made love again, and she allowed me to come, again. We had perfectly matched intense orgasms – I had the kind that makes you want to collapse into sleep for an hour. We had a party to go to, so it was not to be. But, I feel very good about having been allowed to come twice in as many days. After the party – at which my Keyholder was accosted and kissed by a woman – when we arrived back home, my Keyholder had me kneel and give her oral for a bit. Then we drifted off to bed. What a rough day!

My Keyholder joked that she was "the worst domme ever," as she'd been massaging me and allowing me release and taking me out to dinners all week. I don't know about that – I think she's a pretty good domme. All I know is I'm the luckiest slave ever...

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Pain is Just Impertinence Leaving the Body

Lots of action, lots to tell, so let's get to it.

Where I left things off, I'd just been mercilessly teased on the Venus for hour(s?). The next day, I discovered I was a bit chafed "down there," like I hadn't been since I was a teenager. Overuse, and all. The head was a bit tender to the touch, but I had a full-blown session to take part in the next day, so I soldiered on.
At last, my Keyholder came over later in the day. It was very good to see her, as it always is. We relaxed in each other's company, caught up, etc. But eventually, she set into motion the plans she had.

The first item on the agenda was my punishment. I'd been racking up cane strokes left and right over the past week, mostly for "whining" or being somewhat bratty. Annoying, in any case; earlier, my Keyholder would tell me "that's 5 more" after such incidents. Well, I'd gathered 40 of them by the time Monday rolled around. She had me get the large rattan cane, and the smaller, whippier plastic (rubber?) one. She put me up against the wall, in position, hands on the wall, ass sticking out, and began. These were punishment strokes, and she did not go easy. To say that it hurt would be an understatement. I was soon sweating the fear out of my body, and mustering all self control I had to stay in position and not blubber. I must have whined again, for she added five. It was the worst (best?) caning I'd had in a long time. By 10, I was gritting my teeth. By 20, I was howling. She switched to the plastic cane, which stings much more, but does not thud like the rattan one. It took forever, and no time. All I remember is that at 45, I was a blubbering mess, kneeling on the floor, bathing her feet with my tears. I thanked her for my correction, and kissed her feet. [Ed. My whining has markedly decreased]. I went and showered, readying myself for round two.

Then, she had me ready the Venus-2000. I was very deep in subspace by now, and completely pliant. She placed me on my knees, sitting on my shins/feet, with a yoke on (a tight metal contraption that holds the neck and wrists together in front of you). My ass stung and pulsed from the caning. She bound what needed to be bound to get me helpless, and set to work on the Venus. After some fiddling with it, it clamped on to my penis, and began pumping rhythmically, relentlessly, mercilessly.

It was tough. It was a hard position to hold for a length of time. A disclaimer: I was so deep in subspace that I don't know if this took 5 minutes or 50 minutes. In any case, the position of sitting on my legs got more and more difficult to hold. There were a dozen little pains that took my attention away from the pleasure that the machine was delivering. A rope biting here, the hard, unforgiving clamp of the metal yoke, a cramp in my foot, my tenderized ass rubbing against me. It was more torture than pleasure. I didn't know what my Keyholder had in mind, and I was too zonked out in subspace to know or ask. I felt like I wasn't giving her what she wanted, which (I thought) was me moaning in pleasure on the edge of coming instead of moaning in pain at the difficulty of holding the position for such an extended time. In any case, she eventually let me down, and had me crawl into bed, where I pleasured her at her whim. I ended up not coming (of course), exhausted and asleep in her arms. Not a bad place to be.

The next day, we took it easy. My ass still hurt, the fires stoked by a maintenance caning, and another few strokes of punishment for mild impertinence. We had a wonderful time, doing boyfriend/girlfriend stuff, no one suspecting that this lovely woman with me had reddened my buns so.

p.s.
We've put the contract on an informal hold, for now, for those that have been wondering...

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Mechanical Devices

Tonight, my Keyholder put me through a trial run of the Venus-2000 milking machine. This was remotely accomplished, just to try out the device. After spending a good hour plus in it at various speeds, I can tell you it is quite intense. We had a long conversation, collaborated on some writings, and she, of course, teased me, all while this machine was running, sucking like a lamprey at my gentlemen's area. I, of course, was not allowed to come, a task most difficult on the "high" setting, I assure you.

But this was only a trial run. Tomorrow is when the fun begins. I'll get to see my Keyholder for the first time in nearly a week, and she's going to use that machine on me. And the off switch won't be in my reach, I can pretty much surmise. Stay tuned...

Monday, August 5, 2013

Yet another Wonderful Weekend

Just got back from another wonderful weekend with my Keyholder. It started off with some kinkaliscious activities, seeing a demonstration of some rope-tying techniques. We didn't participate, but just watched. I'm a pretty lucky guy for her to take me to something like this. That night, she allowed me to pleasure her. I, of course, didn't get to come, though I desperately wanted to. The important thing was that she was satisfied.
The rest of the weekend we spent together, eating, drinking, have fun, relaxing. Even in a so-called 24/7 relationship, it's not all whips and chains – there's plenty of "vanilla" time. I enjoy these times, and there is plenty os submissive things one can do in public, such as open doors, carry bags, fetch drinks. It's just old-fashioned chivalry, in my book, but it seems like it's in short supply these days.
She's promised to use the Venus milking machine in the near future. I can't wait to try it out!

Monday, July 29, 2013

Wonderful Weekend

Not a whole lot to tell in the way of chastity news, but I did manage to have a fabulous weekend with my Keyholder. We got to eat out, go to the beach, I got to dote on her, and we generally had a wonderful time. I did rack up some cane strokes during the course of the weekend for "whining." She delivered these this morning, 30, all together, and some of them hit home quite effectively. There's one in particular I can feel if I shift just right – yep, there it is. Now starts a long workweek of not seeing her. And, of course, no touching:)

Thursday, July 25, 2013

New Clock Ticking.

Did all my service pay off, or did my Keyholder simply decide it was time? Whatever the reasons, my chastity clock starts ticking from day one, starting now. Yes, I got release. It was so much more than that. A lazy morning in bed, really taking our time, being very loving. I was beside myself with desperation, but I had decided to not beg (well, beg with my eyes only). It was so great being intimate, close with my Keyholder. And when she whispered into my ear permission to come, I had to ask her to make sure. Still, it was ladies first, and I waited for her to have what looked like a very good orgasm. For a moment I was afraid that she would change her mind (it's happened) but no, she allowed me release, and I bonded with her in that most intimate of ways. Wow – after a month (35 days, actually) of pent up frustration, my release was volcanic.

Now, I wait. There is always a come-down period afterwards. Right now, I'm rather lethargic (plus, I'm worn out from a rather brutal workout I recently performed). But I am also grateful that my Keyholder allowed me release. I'll try and be extra attentive the next couple of days to counteract my natural tendency to let things slack post-orgasm.

Monday, July 22, 2013

Smacks

My Keyholder came over last night. I hadn't seen her in a few days, so it was very good to see her indeed. I thought a quiet evening at home was to unfold. Little did I know what she had in store for me.

She sat on the sofa and told me to come lay across her lap. I obeyed instantly (I'm far beyond questioning or hesitating, I hope). She then proceeded to spank me, barehanded. It wasn't for anything I'd done, or not done. It was just because she could, and she wanted to, which made it all the hotter.

I hadn't had any corporal punishment in a while, and I was tender. Even her hand got my attention. She then had me get up and get the hairbrush, a heavy, wooden affair. This she used to great effect, turning my bottom red. I tried, really tried to stay in position, to not squirm, and was successful for the most part. Then, she had me fetch the cane. Not the rattan cane, either, but the black one made of springy – rubber? plastic? painodioum? Whatever it's made from, it hurts. A lot. She caned me as I counted out the strokes. Fifty plus, combined from the hairbrush and the cane. I was gripping the pillows, breathing hard, sweating. It didn't bring me to tears, but I was close.

But she wasn't done. "Bring me the eagle claws," she said. I gulped. What these are, you see, are little nipple clamp devices, but with a sharp wire "claw" that retracts as it closes. It hurts. A lot. Blindingly so. She put them on as I stared, dazed now, into her eyes, and she had me take the pain. Again, not because I'd done anything wrong, but because I was hers, and this is how she wanted to use me. She cooed into my ear that I might get to come if I was good. I tried to be good, though I know she says this a lot and doesn't allow it often. She caned me some more, I think, with the claws digging into my sensitive nipples. To be honest, I don't remember much after that; it all gets hazy. I do know she took them off (hurts more taking it off, of course), and had me get to the bedroom.

There, I pleasured her. She used my (her) cock to her satisfaction, then had me lay at her side while she brought herself to completion, all the while I pumped uselessly into the side of her leg and begged, a little. When she was satisfied, she had me clean up, and we went about the rest of our night.

This morning, she caned me again – just 10 maintenance strokes with the thicker rattan cane. As I sit and write this, I am conscious of every movement. My bottom – raw and warm. The shirt rubbing against my sore nipples – a reminder of her dominion over me. Thus is the life of a chastity slave.

Sunday, July 21, 2013

One Month

It has been one month since I was last allowed to pleasure my Keyholder with an orgasm (mine, not hers...).  Truth be told, this month has flown by, and it has been easy. It's been a tough month occupied with lots of other life activities, house guests, work, etc., and sex has fallen by the wayside as a result. Nonetheless, the chastity is still a service to my Keyholder. Does service need to be difficult, always? Or can it be easy, and still be service?

Thursday, July 18, 2013

Holding Pattern

Well, you know what I'm not holding...this is a chastity blog, after all. In all seriousness, readers of the prior posts may have been wondering, what ever happened with the contract? Due to a family emergency, things have been put on temporary hold. When things sort themselves out here, my Keyholder and I will resume cementing out contractual obligations. She's been a way for a few days now, and I miss her very much. I can't wait to see her again, soon.
In the meantime, it's been "voluntary" chastity for me. Voluntary, from "voluntas," Latin for "what one wishes." It is her wish that I hold to, that I remain chaste for her, and so I do despite the temporary "freedom" of not being in the cage. Truth be told, it is increasingly easy to hold to her will. Due to the aforesaid emergency, I haven't really been particularly randy, anyway. Even aside from that, disobeying her is unthinkable....I would not be able to face her otherwise. And, I so want to face her, to hug her, and so I patiently await her return.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Pleasuring my Keyholder

I finally, finally, got some time alone with my Keyholder. We had a wonderful time. She released me from the cage, and teased me in that most expert way that she does. I was able to pleasure her for a long time, bringing her to an extended orgasm, all while I whimpered and begged for release. She did not allow it, though. Afterwards, we cuddled, my satisfaction coming form having pleased her, my manhood hungry for more.

She's let me out of the CB-6000 today. I had some chafing, which I get from time to time with it. Something about the way the skin stretches when erect and rubs on the top of the cage. This is a good practice, I feel, actually, to be let out periodically and let things settle down down there. Chastity is in the mind, and the heart, not in the cage around the cock. I will not be coming anytime soon, until she says so. Which may be a long time off.

And it may be a trying time ahead, for yesterday she gave me a taste of her new toy – a Venus 2000. Basically, this is a very good milking machine. She put it on me, and it felt fantastic. The thought of being hooked up to this thing as it relentlessly tries to make me come, and not being allowed to, is exciting and a little terrifying. Stay tuned...

Monday, July 8, 2013

Sissy?

My Keyholder is quite the talented author, and she just released a new story:
My Bride's Maid

I'm not much into the whole sissy maid thing, but I must admit that parts of the story really turned me on. Anyway, there's a free preview of the story available on there if you want to check out the beginning.


Temporary Reprieve

Life has once again gotten in the way, and the signing/piercing that was scheduled for today has had to be postponed due to house guests.
I've thought long and hard about this contract. I was filled with anxiety the first night after we'd finalized it. Here it was, everything I've ever wanted in this lifestyle, and I was wondering whether I'd have the guts to go through with it. Well, now I have a few more days to think about it – a blessing and  curse...

Thursday, July 4, 2013

Things are Getting Serious

Things are getting serious. My Keyholder asked me to come up with a chastity contract, which I've pasted below. As you might expect, it is pretty one-sided. It will be signed and sealed with a piercing, which I am very nervous about. I've got all weekend to think about it, to dread the piercing, to look forward to making her happy. It's going to be a long weekend...




CHASTITY / SERVANT AGREEMENT


This Agreement made on ________, 2013 by and between __ (“Kept Boy”) and Ms. Hightower (“Keyholder”).

WHEREAS Keyholder is the owner of Kept Boy, and

WHEREAS Kept Boy wishes to freely submit to the dominion of Keyholder; and

WHEREAS Keyholder provides life coaching and training to Kept Boy; and

In consideration of the mutual covenants and agreements, the parties hereto agree as follows:

I. Chastity Terms

Keyholder will have total 24/7 control of the Kept Boy, in every aspect, and subject to the following terms and exceptions, as follows:

A. Ownership. Kept Boy submits ownership of his genitals to Keyholder as her property.  Keyholder accepts complete control of the Kept Boy’s genitals.  The Kept Boy is not allowed to touch or fondle Keyholder's newly acquired property without her consent, however, Keyholder has free reign to do whatever she desires with her property.

B. Orgasm. Keyholder will ultimately decide when/if permission to orgasm will be granted based solely on her own judgment. All of Keyholder’s decisions shall be final and not subject to review or appeal. Begging by Kept Boy may only occur with permission from Keyholder.

C. Device. The Kept Boy submits to the use and wearing of a locking chastity device of the Keyholder’s own choosing. Keyholder shall have access to all keys, except that she may allow Kept Boy access to a key for emergency purposes. The Kept Boy is not authorized to touch any of the Keyholder’s keys without prior consent, except that he may kiss them with Keyholder’s permission. The Kept Boy will only be allowed to open the chastity belt in the case of emergency, or at the pleasure of Keyholder.

D. Hygiene. Keyholder shall allow removal of the chastity device for hygiene and maintenance purposes, on at least a weekly basis. During said removal, Kept Boy shall deep-clean device, shave, and scrub genitals clean. Kept Boy is to keep device and genitals in a clean state at all times to the best of his ability. 

E. Removal by Keyholder. The chastity device may be taken off, at any time Keyholder wishes, and for any reason Keyholder wishes. Removal by Keyholder may occur, at her discretion, in the following circumstances: While Keyholder is sleeping with Kept Boy; while Keyholder is playing with Kept Boy and has need of or requires access to his genitals; while Kept Boy is out on a date. Keyholder, at her discretion, may allow overnight removal of device at least a once a week for the health of Kept Boy.

F. Removal by Kept Boy. Kept Boy does not have authority to remove the chastity device from Keyholder’s property for any reason. The Kept Boy may however, submit a request for removal of the chastity device explaining the reason or reasons for removal. Keyholder will have the final decision whether to approve or deny the request. Keyholder shall not unreasonably withhold consent for removal of device for the following reasons: Kept Boy’s visit of family, metal detectors / security checks, travel, or dating (when requested).

 G. Behavior While Device is Off. While the device is off, Kept Boy is not allowed to touch his genitals or orgasm or pleasure himself in any way without the permission of Keyholder. Kept Boy shall strive to be even more servile while device is off. Any insolence, negative behavior, disobedience or disrespect shown to Keyholder shall warrant immediate re-application of the device, and punishment as deemed fit by Keyholder.

 H.  Milking. An attempt shall be made at least once a month to induce a prostate milking of Kept Boy. Kept Boy shall be responsible to induce said milking, except that Keyholder can, at her pleasure, milk her property.


II. Further Ownership Rights of Keyholder

I. Chores. The Kept Boy will perform any and all chores and tasks asked by Keyholder, without complaint. Keyholder shall determine whether said chores or tasks were done to her satisfaction, and may punish appropriately, as she deems fit.

J. Pleasure. Keyholder may tease and deny Kept Boy at her pleasure. Kept Boy is to pleasure Keyholder in whatever manner she deems fit for so long as she sees fit.

K.  Assignment. As owned property, Kept Boy may be assigned, rented or lent out to others by Keyholder at her sole discretion for whatever purposes Keyholder wishes. Kept Boy shall have no right to complain or deny Keyholder. If Keyholder decides she no longer wants Kept Boy or is otherwise incapable or unwilling to care for Kept Boy, she may assign her interest in him to another of her own choosing, and Kept Boy shall have no say in this new ownership. Keyholder may rent out Kept Boy, and any moneys made in so doing shall be turned over to Keyholder.

L.  Dating by Kept Boy. Keyholder may allow Kept Boy to date others, at her pleasure and discretion. Such privilege may be revoked at any time by Keyholder, who shall hold exclusive rights to Kept Boy. Kept Boy shall keep Keyholder informed as to any dates, at her direction. Kept Boy may request removal of device for dates. Device shall be locked back on immediately following the date. In the event that Kept Boy becomes involved in a more intimate relationship, Keyholder and Kept Boy shall discuss terms of chastity at that time.

M. Dating by Keyholder. Keyholder has full rights to date anyone, with or without Kept Boy’s permission or consent. Keyholder, at her pleasure, may require Kept Boy to participate in any activities with any third parties (male or female) that Keyholder so wishes. Kept Boy is to participate in any fashion dictated by Keyholder willingly and with a good attitude.

N. Amendment. Keyholder  has the authority to amend any of the terms listed above, at any time, and without the Kept Boy’s agreement.

O. Punishments. Keyholder shall have the right to punish Kept Boy, for any reason (or no reason), in whatever manner Keyholder deems fit, up to and including permanent damage or modifications. Keyholder shall not be held liable for any injuries or mental harm inflicted during punishment.

P. Accidents. If the Kept Boy has any uncontrollable form of orgasm during the chastity period (i.e., wet dreams, etc.); the Kept Boy will report the incident to Keyholder, who has the right to apply punishment for unauthorized orgasm, or she can waive punishment. The Kept Boy has no rights to appeal in Keyholder’s final decision.

III.  Duration

  1. One Year. This Agreement shall be valid for a period of one (1) Year from the date of signing.

  1. Extension. Keyholder, at her own discretion, and without the consent of Kept Boy, may extended the period of this agreement beyond the One Year period, as her ownership of Kept Boy is indefinite.  

  1. Cancellation. Keyholder has the sole right to cancel this binding agreement at any time.

IV. Breach

  1. Breach of any of the rights and responsibilities of Kept Boy under this agreement shall result in punishment, the severity of which to be determined by the sole judgment of Keyholder.

  1. Punishment for minor offenses, such as failure to keep hygienic conditions, sloppiness in the execution of chores, etc., may include, but are not limited to, the following: Six hard strokes with the cane; kneeling on punishment mat for five minutes; face slap(s); pegging on closet peg for 15 minutes; a half-hour in the trunk. These are suggestions, and may be altered by Keyholder.

  1. Punishment for serious offenses, such as backtalk, disrespect, failure to complete a scheduled chore, etc., may include the above, and, additionally, the following: loss of furniture privileges for 3(or more) days; pegging on closet peg for an hour, and the wearing of a plug for a day; loss of food privileges for a day (only water); an hour in the trunk; loss of hot water privilege for three days, etc.

  1. Punishment for the severest offenses, such as unauthorized and intentional ejaculation, lying, or sneaking, shall be punished with two (2) or more of the above punishments from section (V). In addition, and at Keyholder’s discretion, he shall lose dating privileges. If Kept Boy is guilty of a second severe offense, Kept Boy shall submit to a PA piercing, and the chastity belt shall be replaced with one of the Keyholder’s choosing, which Kept Boy will purchase. The term of the contract shall be extended indefinitely, and Kept Boy shall be entitled to no orgasm for the duration of the contract, except at the pleasure of the Keyholder.

  1. Any of the above punishments can be waived at the mercy of the Keyholder. Kept Boy shall show appropriate and undying gratitude for any such mercies. Kept Boy shall also not beg for mercy, and shall accept all punishments stoically and willingly.

  1. By signing this contract, Kept Boy agrees that his right nipple shall be pierced as a sign of his abject submission to Keyholder, with the left nipple left available to be pierced at her pleasure.


IN WITNESS WHEREOF, this Agreement has been duly executed by the parties hereto as a sealed instrument and as of and on the date first above written.

Signed, sealed and delivered
in the presence of:

______________
Kept Boy Date


______________
Keyholder Date

Monday, July 1, 2013

What a wonderful time..

What a wonderful time I got to spend with my Keyholder! We went out to celebrate, and celebrate we did. It started with a stay at a very nice hotel nearby. Far enough away to seem like a trip out of town, but close enough to be, well, close. Dinner and shopping and walking around and art followed. The hotel had the most comfortable bed, made doubly so by my Keyholder and I cuddling within it's down comforter. She allowed me out of the CB-6000 chastity belt, though she kept me in a state of aroused teasing the whole time. I was allowed to pleasure her, and it was quite a pleasure for me, too. I so love her...falling asleep in her arms was my favorite part of the weekend, and, indeed, the summer so far. I so look forward to our next time together....

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Weekend!


 I get to spend some quality time with my Keyholder this weekend. I might even be let out of my cage:)  I can’t wait. I’m definitely in sub-chastity headspace by now, and it’s been only around a week…
In other news, my Keyholder is having me draft up a chastity contract. It’s been an incredible turn-on thinking of all the eventualities and rules. With this contract, I commit myself even more to her. I’ll keep the blog updated when I finish the contract.

Thursday, June 27, 2013

De-Baseline

A week into chastity, and I find myself falling at my Keyholder's feet, licking fervently, eating the leavings she dropped on the ground. I am completely enthralled with her. She's been flexing her dominant powers, and I am completely helpless to her, and happily so. All I want to do is exist as her footstool, right now. I've been in a much more subservient headspace, eager to please, ready to acquiesce, desirous of serving her. Looking for opportunities to serving her, actually.
Last night, she had me service our peg-dildo. I set it up in our closet, jutting out about a foot off the ground. I knelt down, splayed my legs, and wrapped my lips around it. I counted off the seconds on the clock set in front of me, and for five minutes I did not let my lips leave it. I serviced that cock, as she wanted. It was a stark reminder of the power she wields over me. Heady, and intoxicating. I kept wishing it was her strap-on that I was servicing.
If any dommes reading this have any doubt as to chastity, believe me, it will make for a very willing slave....
My Keyholder awaits. I go to serve her now...

Monday, June 24, 2013

Enthralled

Back in the cage, I feel safe. I greeted my Keyholder and kissed the key that hangs around her neck, the key that holds my – her – manhood in check. It's been three days since I was locked back in the CB-6000. In that time, I've slipped back into my submission comfortably, like putting on an old, beloved shirt.
On Sunday, I went to my Keyholder's for chores and drudgery. I cleaned bathrooms, installed a faucet, scrubbed the floor clean on my hands and knees, and did assorted other chores. It's funny, I don't feel particularly turned on while I do this slave-labor, but I do afterwards at the thought of it. I like being owned, and, like a thoroughbred that hates being cooped up in the pen, I long to run and be ridden hard and put away wet. I was exhausted afterwards, and it was a wonderful reward to fall asleep in my Keyholder's arms.

Friday, June 21, 2013

Back in the Clink

I'm locked up again. Mark it on the calendar...June 21, 2013 (Do I need to include the year??  Yikes!).  Back in the CB for who-knows how long...It'll be interesting to see how this stint goes after my last long time in chastity...

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Complications and Resolutions

It's been a complicated week for me, with much soul searching. I'd upset my Keyholder over matters I won't go into here, but sufficed it to say that I felt pretty damn horrible. I was finally able to win an audience with her a couple of days ago, and we ended up, after much soul-bonding, working things out. This eventually got us to the bedroom, where she took what is rightfully hers with her strap-on. It felt right to be so penetrated. I keenly felt her ownership wash over me as she did so, and it felt wonderful. Really, all I want is to submit to her, and have her take me, demand of me, own me. It is in her ownership that I feel most safe and most at home. And, as if I wasn't already lucky enough, she let me come. So, the clock starts back, today. No telling when the next time will be.

I get to do chores for her this Sunday, so I'm excited about getting to serve her again. I look forward to it.

Sunday, June 16, 2013

Great weekend

My, my, I spent a wonderful weekend with my Keyholder. I had the privilege of pleasuring her for two days, and she pleasured me as well. She allowed me a few mind-blowing orgasms. I do so love these; they bring us so close when they happen. During the last one, though, she promised an extended time in chastity next. The gleam in her eye told me she was serious. As we ready to part, I already miss her. I know it will be less than a week before I see her next, but that looks very far away.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Anticipation

It's been a long three days since I last saw my Keyholder. But I get to see her tomorrow, which will be great. We're planning on going to a club over the weekend, too, and it will be nice to get out with her. The days drag on when I don't see her; we've both been busy with life and what-not. I can't wait to see her and please her and feel her teasing touch...

Monday, June 10, 2013

Back in Chastity

It's been a little while since I posted. Like a runner after a long race, I'd relaxed quite a bit after my last long stint in chastity. Well, I'm back in chastity. Yesterday, my Keyholder had me pleasure her but denied me orgasm. I went to bed frustrated and happy. What an odd combination – but one any devotee of chastity would understand. I won't see her again until Friday, which seems very far away indeed. I hope to lavish attention on her next time I see her.
Overall, I did not experience a huge drop in my servitude (right, my Keyholder?) after my last release. In the past, I'd grown sullen or uninterested after release. This last release (overall release after the almost three months of chastity) has proved, different, though. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's just the momentum, the conditioning of catering to my Keyholder. In any case, I hope to continue my servitude towards her in a manner she finds eminently satisfying.

Thursday, May 30, 2013

My Keyholder's New Book

My Keyholder just published a "self-help" book (on how to introduce a vanilla girlfriend into the femdom lifestyle. It is quite well-written, and would be a helpful read for any woman, really, whether they were interested in the lifestyle or not. I wish I'd had this book in my prior relationship...

The Hesitant Mistress

Quiet times

All quiet on the chastity front. My chastity adventures have been lifted (for the moment), and that has led to some nicely intimate moments with my Keyholder. During my chastity, I did miss the intimacy that a shared simultaneous orgasm brings. There is just something about that moment that is so magical...it is something I crave to have. Without that, with chastity, it seems that moment of pent-up desire and love gets spread out over the entire day. Not necessarily a bad thing, mind you. I'm missing my Keyholder quite a bit right now. Friends from out of town and a busy schedule on both our parts are conspiring to keep her away from me. But, I hope to see her soon, and to hold her in my arms again, soon.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

200!

Touchdown. Liftoff. Blastoff. We have ignition.
Today was the day. And what a day! I had been at 199 the previous day, and today I reached 200. That wasn't the end of it, though, but the beginning of more teasing.
After a good breakfast and some relaxing, my Keyholder strapped me down to the bed and teased me for a good long while. I was ready to burst. She untied me, and we kissed and made out and hugged. It was all very loving, very romantic. She finally – finally! – allowed me entry into that most special place, and gave me the go-ahead. Even then, I tried to hold off as much as I could so I could pleasure her, but she and I knew that after almost three months of chastity, my self-control was at an all-time low. She allowed me release, and I exploded in one of the most body-shattering orgasms I've ever had – the kind that leaves you sobbing. It was wonderful to re-connect with her in this manner, to feel that closeness and love.
We spent the rest of the day lazing about in bed. Later, after I had recovered, she allowed me to pleasure her again. This time, my self-control was back, and I was able and honored to please her to a satisfying orgasm of her own, followed shortly thereafter by my own (another body-shaking orgasm that left me drooling on the pillow).

Thus ends our almost three-month foray into chastity. It's had its ups and downs. Towards the end, I was a bundle of hormones. My Keyholder said she could smell the man-musk wafting off of me as my body desperately called out for a mate. At the same time, I think I was attentive and deferential to her, for the most part.
I have a certain wistfulness as I process the orgasms. They were great, better than great. And, the part that I loved the most was simply feeling that closeness to my Keyholder which she surely must have been missing. But they reset my clock, so to speak, and I have to start again from zero. It's all good, though. I look forward to the next adventure and what the next bout of chastity will bring.

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Do slaves get half-days?

Today, I'm going to go to my Keyholder's house for some menial labor. I love it when she tells me what to do. It's a relief from my otherwise hectic work. Do this. Do that. Mow the lawn. Clean up that corner of the yard. In my current chaste state, just thinking about it brings me this low-grade pleasure. Of course, the reality will be different. It'll be hard and I'll sweat, but I will make my Keyholder happy. At the end of the day (half-day, actually – have to go to work-work after), I will kneel in front of my Keyholder and present her this labor as an offering. What more can a servant ask for?

By the completion of these tasks, I'll gain more points. I hope to be able to come soon. I'm up to 188. Almost there...I know I won't get it right at 200, and that she'll probably tease me with that last point, but it's fun to hope.

In other news, I've been editing a non-fiction book that my Keyholder has been working on. It is a guide for a hesitant mistress, a good introduction to female domination for a woman that might have the wrong ideas about it. I wish I would have had this years ago, actually. Editing it has proved to be quite the tease, too. As I read it, I swell in futility in my cock prison. Egads it's been a long time....

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Decompression

Today was a good day of relaxing. I earned an extra point via bacon. Yes, bacon. Oh, bacon, is there anything you can't do? You see, last week I started the process of making homemade bacon. This morning, I reaped the rewards. I offered some to my Keyholder, and she liked it. It's totally different from store-bought bacon – crispy, fatty, flavorful, lots of pork flavor without all the sugar and water they inject into the processed stuff. Yum.
The afternoon was nice. My Keyholder wrote while I napped at her feet. When I awoke, she teased me some, and pleasured herself while I assisted. As she shuddered to an orgasm, I almost wanted to cry.
Later, we tried a prostate milking. It's been a while since things have flowed, and I've been begging for one of these, actually. My Keyholder really took her time, was gentle, etc. I have a love/hate thing with any kind of anal play. Today, it would edge to love. It felt very good, but, despite lots of work, we couldn't coax more than a couple of drops out. I felt close several times, but nothing--like that feeling when you have to pee but you can't because someone just walked in the room, or something.
My Keyholder just left. She locked me back in the cage. Now starts a week on mundaneness and work. I can't wait to see her again.

Saturday, May 18, 2013

Of Divas and Drinks and Crops

The garden party was a rousing success and a good time was had by all. Picture the scene: about 25-30 ladies, all dressed in their best garden-party outfits – big hats, nice dresses, the works. My Keyholder looked spectacular in her dress, revealing her devastating decolletage. it was hard to not let my eyes lock on her. As a counterpoint to the ladies were the five slave boys, dressed in black boxers (or less!) and bowties. It was frankly surprising that more men did not attend. Too many wannabe subs out there, I guess.  I digress.
I scurried around, fetching drinks, making sure that not only my Keyholder was well-taken care of, but all the other ladies, too. Things were a little quiet and demure at the beginning. But, after fetching a few drinks, things began loosening up.
It was like something out of a book, certainly a bucket-list experience for me. Sub heaven. I did my best to amuse the ladies. I took turns fanning them with a fan (it was warm out). In between fetching drinks, I fanned. My Keyholder allowed me to be used for foot massages, which some of the ladies enthusiastically took me up on. One particular lady was very strict with me and I just constantly messed up under her stern and exacting directions. I earned a cropping. Later on, I earned a cropping, not only from her, but from the entire party of ladies. I was led around, and each lady took their turn cropping/spanking me, as was their pleasure. It was all done with a fun and lighthearted attitude. Nonetheless, I'm feeling it now!
Throughout the party, as I serviced the ladies, my eyes kept returning to my Keyholder, sitting there, looking faintly amused with me. I hope I did her proud with my service, and that I was a shining example of her training. I think I was. I  especially loved the way our eyes would meet and we would exchange communication with just a look. I am a lucky guy to have a lady as wonderful as my Keyholder. I will strive to please her, always.
The night ended back home. I serviced my Keyholder, this time more intimately. She teased me mercilessly. I'm ready to explode. I'm not one to keep track of the days, but we calculated it has been 77 days. Wow. The good news, is that I'm up to 181 points. When I reach 200, she will allow me to orgasm. Maybe. I look forward to earning my last few points.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Counting down

I'm excited as all get-out about our upcoming garden party. I've been working out and dieting to lose that last layer of fat and let all the hard work show. I hope to do my Keyholder proud by not only my body (her body), but my attention to detail and impeccable service. That's my goal, anyway. I'm prepping one of the hor d'oeuvres; I hope I wow the party hostess and the ladies attending (and, of course, my Keyholder). It's every sub's dream: serve a bunch of ladies at a garden party. I can't wait!

Day of Slave Labor


It's not all fun and kinky games for the life of an owned slave. Yesterday, I spent the bulk of the day in hard labor for my Keyholder. She was out of town (having fun, too), and drew up a list of chores for me to do. 
Some skinned knuckles, ant bites,  and splinters later, here is what I spent the day doing:

Refinished and painted wood deck.
Completed stone pathway (I'd done the rest of it previously; there's a story to tell!)
Leveled part of said walkway.
Serviced her car, detailed it.
Scrubbed toilets, cleaned up the house.
Did some minor maintenance (serviced garage door, unclogged a drain).

All in all, a hard day of labor. Not all of what I did was on her list. I tried to go above and beyond, and also to make up for one item on the list that I didn't get to (didn't bring the right tool). As I hauled the stone for the pathway, though, I felt every inch a slave. Her slave...

Monday, May 13, 2013

Upcoming slavery

It was a fairly relaxing weekend, for which I am glad. I got a surprise visit from my Keyholder Saturday, too, which was most excellent. As the week looms ahead, I know it will be busy. Work will be tough; it's been busy there. And, I have a list of chores to do from my Keyholder while she is out of town. We're talking re-finish the deck level chores, not just scrubbing toilets (though I'm sure I'll do that, too). I want to make her proud, and I hope I do a good job for her. I'll be spending most of Wednesday doing this, and finishing up on Thursday if I need to.
I also have to work out pretty intensely for that garden party. I want to look good if I'm going to be on display:)

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Yes, We're Going to a Garden Party

My Keyholder has pressed me into service for a lady's luncheon! This was a long-standing fantasy of mine, about to be made reality: to serve a number of dominant women at a "tea party" type event. Well, she made it happen. I am blessed to have such a thoughtful Keyholder. In a few days, I'll be scurrying around, fetching drinks, and generally being a good servant to my Keyholder and her friends. I am, possibly, the luckiest slave in the world.

Update: I'm up to 91 points.  200 needed for blastoff. I've been on my utmost good behavior. Roses, kisses, the works. If any women are reading this and have doubts as to chastity, I say try it. You'll love the attentiveness you receive from your man.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

My Keyholder is an Author!

My Keyholder just published her latest erotica on Kindle! I've read through it, and it is chock full of chastity and tease and denial. It was quite the experience reading this in my caged state. I loved it, and I think others in this lifestyle will too:

Lost in Chastity

It's a fun and funny story about a hapless man infatuated with his practically perfect new girlfriend. They attend a "couples retreat," and he ends up with much more than he bargained for.


Enjoy!

Friday, May 10, 2013

62 and counting.

No, 62 isn't the number of days I've been locked (although it's probably close to that). It's how many points I have. You see, my Keyholder has instituted a series of points for doing "going above and beyond" type things, extra good behaviour. She doles them out from time to time when I'm behaving particularly well. Up until now, the points did not concern me much, as I didn't know how many I have to get to to win release. I figured it was an arbitrary number, changed at her whim. Well, yesterday she informed me of my goal: 200. Now, I have something to shoot for, so to speak. It can't come too soon, either. I'm near to bursting!

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Oh, the Sweet Torture

My Keyholder was over last night. All day, I'd been reading and editing her (very good) femdom novel that she is about to publish. It deals with, you guessed it, chastity. Lots of it. And, lots of teasing. And, it's funny, too. But man, was it ever hard (no pun intended) on me in my current chastened state. I was straining at my cage through half of it. Then – then! – she comes over, and the real teasing begins, in real life. I've just about given up hope of coming. I'm instead focusing on her pleasure, and trying (and succeeding) in finding my own pleasure in hers. Which I gave her in my servitude and in other more intimate ways. It is a pleasure to serve her.

Saturday, May 4, 2013

A quickie

Right now, I am thinking of my Keyholder. I'm thinking how nice it will be to sit at her feet. How nice it will be to feel her teasing touch on my frustrated-beyond-all-measure flesh. How nice it will be to aid her however I can to a shuddering orgasm while I kneel at her side, only hoping that I could feel one myself. I miss her, I long to service her....

Friday, May 3, 2013

Time Marches

Time marches on without my Keeper. I will not see her until Monday or Tuesday, which seems forever away. I am near to bursting. I ache for release. Mastery over myself is taking more and more effort. She will receive some heartfelt begging and groveling when I next see her.

I read this article here a while back, and re-read it recently. It's an interesting read.

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Interesting read

I ran across this interesting article on hormone levels and chastity:

http://secretchastityhusband.blogspot.com/2010/08/male-chastity-pleasure-and-devotion.html?zx=290090b7f4152dc5


Back in the Slammer

My Keyholder left this morning, holding my key. I'm back in the belt, and a good thing, too. Things have been, shall we say, touchy there. Sensitive. Trigger-happy. I am ready to explode. It's been almost two months and I don't remember being this worked up, ever. My libido has come and gone, and it's back, with a vengeance. I actually awoke the other night almost about to have a wet dream. I stopped myself in the nick of time. The CB will make everything less sensitive, less prone to accidental, tantalizing brushes. So, for once, I welcome being back in the slammer. If only she would allow me to come!!
The ever-frustrated Keyholden

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Back in her Arms

How sweet it was to see my Keyholder waiting for me at the gate! How sweet it was to embrace her and kiss her. And how sweet it was to fall asleep entwined in each other's arms.
It had been a long ten days since I'd seen her. I've found that my sex drive drops to near zero during these times. She holds the key to my orgasm, after all, so if she is not there, why bother? It was nice to discover that I did indeed still have a sex drive, as I found out the next morning when she teased me to great effect. I get excited even as I write this.
She twirled my nipples, caressed my cock, and had me service her. Soon enough, she tired of teasing me, and of my  low threshold for pleasure. She had me suckle her as she enjoyed her own volcanic orgasm. It makes me just about weep when this happens. Here I am, pathetically humping her leg and begging, and here she is enjoying wave after wave of pleasure. Never is the power dynamic of the relationship more acute as it is then. Still, it provides me some sort of satisfaction, for I find myself calmer afterwards, with some of that post-orgasmic calm that I used to know – back when I was allowed to have them. I think I'm getting some empathy from her orgasm. Either that, or I'm glad that the teasing is over, for the moment. In any case, my duty was done, and then it was time to turn to work and the daily grind, thankful for being back near my Keyholder.

Friday, April 26, 2013

Away

Away. I've been out of town for a few days. Going on a week, actually. Though I miss my Keyholder greatly and would love nothing more than to have her with me, being away actually helps me bear the chastity. I'm simply not interested in sex and sexy things as much. I'm a slight bit concerned at this lack of drive--maybe it's hormone levels or (probably) just lack of stimulation. In any case, it makes things easier, even while I miss her. I've been free, out of the cage, to clear up some chafing that had set in after my last bout. It's all gone, and I'm back in. Waiting for my keyholder and her teasings. It will be a long wait indeed.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

This is his Keyholder...


My dear chaste boy is out of town for a while. I'm at his house, surprising him with this little note on his blog. Now, let's see how long it takes him to post a nice update for me and notice it, hm?

This month, I'm doing something a little different with his rules of chastity. Usually, I decide when he gets to orgasm without any rhyme or reason - which is my prerogative as a woman, you know. Usually, also, he becomes insufferable around week 5 or 6, angsty and grumpy. (He is right on schedule, too.) I generally allow his orgasm at that point, for my sanity's sake. But that's a horrible precedent to set, and I am aware of it. The last thing I need is a boy pouting and whining for relief and actually getting it. (Which is to say, my boy doesn't pout and whine. He is a lovely slave, and I am so happy to own him.)

So, I waited patiently, this go-around, for his moodiness to rear up. And then, I explained the new rules to him:

He will have to be actively not grumpy to earn his way out of chastity. Usually he is very good about sitting at my feet and bringing me coffee, but around week 5 and 6, these gestures start to slip. With chastity, paying attention to me is easier for a few weeks... but coasting is no longer good enough. I want to see effort. He will need to start being proactive - planning romantic dinners, bringing me flowers, offering to do chores. His beneficial behavior toward me will earn him extra points.

Of course, he immediately wanted to know how many points he needed to earn. (Hahaha! Men! So practical!) I would not tell him, except to mention that it had been so long since his last act of devotion (five minutes earlier) that I'd happened to forget his score and we would have to start the count over at 1.

He has been ever so much more attentive, already. I look forward to seeing how he pushes through his usual hormonal slump. Let's find out what's on the other side, dear! And it's entirely within your responsibility to find out how long that takes, you know. (Your guess of a month is incorrect, as it's based on the wrong criteria.)

Now, get to posting that blog post you'd originally planned, dear. You know how much I enjoy reading them.
xoxo

Friday, April 19, 2013

Seven

It's been seven weeks since I was last allowed the pleasure of an orgasm, and I'm feeling every bit of it. And not like one would think, either. My desire has been peaky; what I mean is that I'll chug along completely uninterested in sex, and then, bam! – I'm right there at the edge. Before, it was a constant low buzz of desire that was built up. Now, it's peaky. Time will tell if this changes. Seven weeks. And, I know it will be at least a month more. The other day, I told my Keyholder that she could keep me as long as she wanted – even a year if she wanted. I'm afraid of her taking me up on this offer, actually. I'm not sure if I could handle it. But I am willing to offer it.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Slave labor, and, wow.

A couple of days ago, I was pressed into service for my Keyholder. She had me come to her house and clean out the gutters. Actually, there was not much to clean; they were pretty clean already. But, I did some handyman stuff around the house, weeded, trimmed, etc. Then, an (almost) hard-limit: paint! Goodness, I hate, hate painting. I'm not very good at it. I tend to leave brushstrokes and go over the edge, etc. The other thing I hate is ladders. Not the objects themselves, but the fear of falling off of them. So, there I was, perched high, painting the trim of the house. Worst case scenario! Only if there had been wasps attacking me could it have been worse. Wait, there were! Ok, was. One wasp. And he didn't attack, so much as just flutter around. Nonetheless, I persevered and got it all done. It was a hard day of work, but, afterwards, I was glad I was able to be of use to my Keyholder. Because... I haven't felt of much use lately. Not only have I been busy and not servicing her like I could, but my chastity has made have a hair-trigger. I feel of no use pleasuring her. I feel ready to explode, actually. Last night, as she teased me over and over, it was the hardest (no pun intended) I've ever had to concentrate to not blow it. I am that ready. I'm even avoiding some yoga poses, as they press down on my joy zone. So, if (when) you read this, my Keyholder: Please. Pretty please. A lucky boy, Keyholden

Friday, April 12, 2013

Errata

My Keyholder caught a couple of typos in my last post. As a consequence, I will spend two days longer in chastity than she had planned for me. She welcomes anyone to point out typos in my writing from now on; I will be punished in some manner for each error found....probably with more days in chastity. I thanked her for her correction and her discipline. She makes me a better person as she hones me. I am glad to be owned by her.

A quick pleasure, maintenance, and something to look forward to

Yesterday, I had the privilege of kneeling at my Keyholder's feet and kissing her soles while she worked on her computer. It was a simple thing, but it's exactly the kind of little thing that I treasure and crave. I love serving her, and I love her. On the chastity side, I'm free! Well, not really. I am always under my Keyholder's strict control. But, she did let me out of the CB-6000S for a couple of days to air things out, etc. I think it is important to do this every once in a while. Things get constricted down there, like it or not, and I think it is important for the health of all the bits to let things expand naturally for a time. All that said, I am really craving going back in, if only for the constant physical connection I feel with my Keyholder when she's away. Next week, my Keyholder has promised to milk me. It can't come soon enough (no pun intended). I'm actually leaking a tad as I write this -- weeping for my Keyholder is how I like to think of it. I've had a prostate milking before, successfully, and it was both incredibly pleasurable and incredibly frustrating. More importantly, it's needed. You have to let things flow every once in a while and it's all getting backed up in there. I look forward to it, and remaining her chaste slave.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

The ebb and flow of Chastity

The way some of these blogs and stories are written, you'd be forgiven for thinking that any time spent in chastity will be a constant source of delicious sexual tension and increased motivation to serve your keyholder. But the reality is, there are ups and downs to chastity, just as there are to everything else. I have found that around the one-month mark, my sexual appetite takes a nosedive. I just don't care about being in chastity, or out of it. This may be exacerbated by a busy life/work, etc. In any case, I think I'm on my period. Yes, males have cycles, too. There are hormonal cycles. I'm sure there is clear sailing on the other side of these doldrums, but, for now, I'll chug along, and serve as best I can.

Friday, April 5, 2013

Two days of Teasing

My Keyholder came by a couple of days ago. She looked spectacular. I was reduced to being on my knees, whether she'd ordered me or not. But, she had. She had set out a list of things for me to prepare. I ran around and prepared it all, getting a little stressed in the process. Finally, though, everything was ship-shape, and I could relax and wait. When she showed up, I was waiting kneeling, naked save for my collar and my belt. I gave her a footbath with warm water, and soap, then she allowed me to lick her clean feet. For the next three hours, she proceeded to tease me to tears. I pleasured her, she teased me. I tried opening up myself for her, but my body was uncooperative. I did my best, but, I must admit, her cock is much bigger than mine. It did feel good to be out of the cage, I must say, and be fully inflated. I had some very intimate times with my Keyholder, for which I am grateful. Still, it was supremely difficult to control myself and not come without her permission. Supremely. I think, the hardest it's ever been, no pun intended. She allowed me to sleep at her feet that night. She dug her feet into my unsatisfied cock and slept soundly. It was wonderful. The next day was more relaxed. I had much to attend to, and I took care of my Keyholder in a more casual manner. I find it interesting that when she is here, I seem to be constantly scurrying around, fetching one thing or another. Water, wine, crackers, do this, do that. My Keyholder keeps me on my toes. I'm back in the cage now, with no hope of release on the horizon. Speaking of the cage, I must say that I've hit upon the right combo of rings / spacers / cage. The CB-6000S is proving to be much more comfortable for me, which is odd. I would expect the bigger cage to allow me more room, but it's been the opposite. The smaller cage does not pancake my balls as much, for some reason. It is comfortable; I can do most anything I can do without it. I know that by saying this I'm consigning myself to an indefinite period of time in it. But, it seems like a natural part of me now. Maybe I just don't recall the taste of freedom...

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

A Quickie

My Keyholder came by today for a quick surprise visit. How nice it was to see her! I dropped to my knees and hugged her tight, savoring the feel of her body against mine. I wanted to serve her all day, but, alas, she had work to do. Even though it was a quick visit, I was reminded of how much I love her and love to serve her. I can't wait to spend more time with her.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Reprieve / Delay

I've been feeling under the weather, so my Keyholder has postponed my "filling" for a couple of days. This is good. I want to be in top form to please her. The converse is I miss her so much. She's even told me where the key to my lock is hidden (there is an emergency key hidden in my house). It gladdens me to see her trust me so. For my part, I wouldn't dare touch it without her permission. Actually, the thought does not even enter my mind, which shows what a deep chastity-space I'm in. I am now past a month in chastity, without release, without pleasure save for what my Keyholder gives me. I look forward to submitting to her and pleasing her, soon.

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Preparations and Anticipations

My Keyholder sent me a set of instructions today. It is very apparent from the instructions what is to happen to me. I am to offer up myself for her pleasure; I'm to offer up myself for her to penetrate me. I am a bit nervous. I'd say 70 % of the time, I don't enjoy this. I enjoy the submissive element of it, always, but i do not enjoy the physical sensations that accompany it. the other 30 % of the time it's incredible. THere seems to be no rhyme or reason as to whether it will be good or not. But the thought comes into my mind that it doesn't matter. I am my Keyholder's property. She can use me as she wills. I should feel lucky that she is as gentle and caring as she is. It could be quite the opposite, and I'd have to bear it anyway. SO, I anxiously will await my Keyholder's entrance, and will submit my all to her.

Friday, March 29, 2013

Another day

Another day in chastity for me. I tick off another checkmark on the box. I know my keys are far, and will only get farther. I miss my Keyholder. The frustration level is rising; it's an almost physical thing. I have to watch myself, so on the edge am I. I shudder to think what my Keyholder will do upon her return. How she will tease me, how she will play with my nipples, how she will use me for her own pleasure. I shudder in anticipation and pleasure, and I think of her some more, and thus tease myself in her absence.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

It continues

I feel like those prisoners that tick off each day in their lonely dungeon cells, except I don't know which day to tick off. I do know I'm north of three weeks, possible a month in chastity. It is making me very pliable. Today, I ate a piece of food that my Keyholder had spit out (it did conform to the five-second rule, though). I am also plugged for the day with a stainless steel plug. Small version, thankfully. Still, it's a constant reminder as to who owns me. When I hugged my Keyholder goodbye today, my cock swelled in its prison. If I'd had permission, I think I could have come in five seconds. Yep, it's been a long time. The really hard part is that we'll be apart this weekend. Locked in my blet, far away from the keys without any hope of even a tease, much less release.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Distance

My Keyholder had to leave a bit earlier than usual, so I have not gotten the full force of her teasings this week. Before she left, though, she locked me up, with the metal lock, in my chastity device. There is something that happens in my brain when she does that, like a switch being turned. This feeling is exacerbated when she drives away. I know I can't get out, and I know she's not going to let me out, not anytime soon. My cock is free to strain against its tight confines, but it will get no relief. How I miss her when she goes away like this. I have a fairly busy week and enough to keep me busy, but still. The only times I am left free is when she is around, which makes me want to be with her all the more. And yet, the further away she is, the stronger her leash to me becomes. A strange dichotomy.

Monday, March 25, 2013

In Deep

This weekend, I was away. Yet, my Keyholder's presence was there all of the time. I'm adjusting well to the new cb-6000s. It's by far the most comfortable device I've worn. I can even sleep through the night without bother. I'm not sure why, but it just places all the bits a bit better, and gets rid (mostly) of the "balls in a vice" syndrome. No one wants their balls in a vice. No one. I've been locked up in the belt, with only brief respites, for a few days now. I'm going on a month without orgasm. Maybe more. It feels like more. One of the things about my Keyholder's chastity play is that she doesn't tell me when I'll get to come. There is no countdown, or anything like that. It just happens when and how she wills it. I've been deep into chastity space. I saw her last night, but, I'd disobeyed. A minor thing, and one she would have given me permission for had I asked, but I didn't ask and I broke her rule. And I had to pay the price. Ten hard whacks with the cane were received with thankfulness. I can still feel the ghost of them today. And I had to sleep in the floor, at her feet. As far as myself goes, I don't mind sleeping on the floor. Of course, the bed is more comfortable, but the floor is fine – I would gladly sleep there every day if she demanded it. She even gave me a blanket and a pillow. But the reason it becomes a punishment to me is that I don't get to cuddle with her, which she enjoys. I am depriving her of something she enjoys, and it is this that pains me. I'll strive to do better. I am very deep into chastity subspace right now. It is always this way after not seeing her for a couple of days, specially a couple of days locked up. This morning, I cooked for her and did her laundry. In truth, all I wanted was to kiss her feet all morning, but she bid me off to work. Well, I have to work, too. But, I always wish that my work was simply existing as her slave....

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Downsizing

It's happening all across America, and yesterday it happened to me. I was downsized. Literally. I've been wearing the CB-6000. It's comfortable, mostly, though it is a smidgen big in some clothing. Some pants I just don't wear because I look like a '70's porn star, with my package and all. Remember that scene from Spinal Tap with the cucumber? Yeah. Maybe not that bad, but still enough for me to be self conscious. The problem I've had with chastity cages is that I'm a "grower not a show-er." My Keyholder would attest to this, and to my adequacy in the "on" position. But, in the "off" position, meh, not much to look at there. So, my Keyholder ordered me the CB-6000S. Notice the "S" on the end. As in "short." Yep. I was downsized. We received the "package" and my Keyholder instantly put it on me. It was surprisingly much shorter than I thought it would be. The net effect of the new, smaller cage is that when I get erect, the erection simply doesn't have anywhere to start, so the process never really gets going. I did notice slightly more bulging at the root, and a change in the ring to the next size up solved that. My Keyholder kept me in the belt all night to test it out. I've also worn it all day, and the consensus is that it is good. It is actually more comfortable than the bigger one. Part of this is because, I think, the bigger one allowed the erection to get going, which pushed the shaft up, which squeezed the balls, which hurt, as all ball-squeezing does. The newer, smaller cage doesn't allow that process to start--it simply stops the erection (or lessens it) before it starts. The downside is that the head tries to escape through the slit at the front, whereas before it didn't. Another upside: it's much easier to pee. I can even do it standing up (yay, me!). With the bigger cage, it was hard to line up the slit. Sometimes, this made for messes. The smaller cage seems to keep everything more together and lined up. Not to mention it is more unobtrusive under clothing. The take-away from all this is this: fitment is critical. It's important to get something that fits as close to your flaccid size as possible. And the other take-away is: I've got a new-ish, thoroughly cleaned, disinfected and autoclaved CB-6000 for sale, with all brand new rings and hardware. Any takers? All in all, the downsizing has been good. I'm now locked up for the foreseeable future. At least until my Keyholder comes back to town on Monday. In the meantime, I'll try to enjoy my smaller confines.

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

She has me pegged

What can I say? My Keyholder has me pegged. She knows what I like, knows exactly how to tease me, how far to take me. The last couple of days I have been deep in subspace. She says, I do. I have pleased her and denied myself the pleasure of completion. We've tried some new things, too. I received a shower of the most special kind yesterday morning. Even had a sip of that special nectar. It was degrading, and I was completely okay with it, so deep was I into subspace. I had the pleasure of licking and kissing her feet, of serving her in more intimate ways. This morning she teased me for a good hour, at least. She allowed me to rub up and down in her bountiful bosom, and would not let me stop until I had lubricated it with my own desperate juices. Even then, she had me go on, rubbing and pinching my nipples all the while, maddening me to near ecstasy, but always one step short. She added to my service and humiliation by having me service her dildo. To my shame, I took it in my mouth, licked it, serviced it, all while she pleasured herself to orgasm. I, of course was left wanting. Afterwards, she pegged me. Literally. There is a mounted dildo on a wall-type device that we've concocted, and she had me slide back into it. There I was to remain, mounted, teased, engorged, a slave to her desires, while she got ready in the morning. I was her mindless drone, stored, ready to obey and serve, and I loved it. She had me kiss her feet, but she left to cater to her affairs. Desperate to serve, I asked for permission to lick the dust from her boots she had there, mindless of what I looked like, mindless of my dignity. After a time, she had me slide off and clean up. She placed me in my chastity belt, and sent me off to work. Now, I write this and my cock swells and pains me in the tight confines of the cage. And I am still hers to command. I would have it no other way.