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....