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.

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.

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....

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.

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.

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...

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:)

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.

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!

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!

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.

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....

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.

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