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...

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.