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

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.

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.

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.