My day off

Today was my day off, my day to do anything I wanted. Well, what I wanted was to volunteer to clean for my Keyholder. I am compelled by my desire to be of service to her. I went to her house while she was out on a date and cleaned. Scrubbed toilets clean, washed countertops, did dishes, cleaned the floor on my hands and knees. Though she was not there to supervise, the thought of her coming home to a clean place gave me satisfaction. Lest one think I did nothing else on my day off, rest assured that I had my own bit of relaxation and fun. My Keyholder wants me to have time to myself to rest and recharge and socialize. I am lucky to have such an ethical and good Keyholder. Men, be sure that whoever you give your chastity to is ethical, for at some point in chastity you will lose your reason and be willing to do anything your keyholder asks.

An ode

An ode to my Keyholder. She is the most excellent tease. She keeps me on the edge of pleasure and frustration. She allows me to please her, and I myself take pleasure in that. I long to give her my pleasure, to make my pleasure hers. I give her, willingly, my orgasm. Even if she allowed me to come, I think I would pass and give her my chastity, for it would make me a better, more doting slave to her. But, I beg regardless, driven wild by frustrated pleasure. And I hear her singing sweetly into my ear, "No." For that, I love her, and I serve her.

What a Week

What a wonderful week I've had, doting on my Keyholder, serving her, pleasuring her as best as I can. We took a nice trip together, and it was wonderful to see her happy. Part of this happiness is no doubt as a result of the relentless teasing she's been giving me. I am near to useless now, reduced to a whimpering state of pleading with a few carefully applied strokes. Last night I swear I had an erection all night. All it takes is the slightest breeze, the slightest touch from her, and I am filled with desire--a desire I know will not know fruition. Sometimes, she whispers in my ear that she will never let me come, that she wants to keep me at this level of attentiveness forever. I can't say I blame her. One down side to this near-constant excitement is that I feel I am less than useful to her for traditional pleasure. I still have other ways of serving her, and I beg for these, beg to be of use to her, to serve her. Today, going back to work, going away from my Keyholder, was difficult. She's locked me into the belt for the first time in a while. Even now, writing this, my cock strains at its prison. I want nothing more than to kneel at my Keyholder's feet and lick them, but alas work and life intrude. I know I have much to do, and I want to get through it quickly to go back and sit at her feet.

Trips and Teasing

What a wonderful few days these have been. Spending time with my Keyholder, traveling, catering to her. The last two nights she has allowed me to bring her pleasure. It has been a little while since I've had release, and I am starting to get back into chastity headspace. She has teased me a bit mercilessly, too. Whispering in my ear while I pleasure her that she will never let me come again. The thought fills me with such excitement and such dread.  It turns me on, I'm afraid to say. I think of what a longer time without release would be like. I forget exactly what my "record" is--like a month and a half or so. Funny, I don't really keep track of it. The number of days is irrelevant; I live at her whim. I would have it no other way.

Sleeping at her feet

The last couple of nights, my Keyholder has stayed over. She has this rule: if I skip my training, I have to sleep on the ground. Well, due to out of town guests, crazy schedules, etc., I skipped my training. She was merciful, and allowed me a blanket and a pillow. I slept at the foot of the bed. I was tired, and slept like a rock. It felt like a rock, too. Then again, I must have some monastic tendencies as I like a firm sleeping surface. The next night, she allowed me to sleep at her feet, in bed. It really was quite wonderful going to sleep with my lips pressed to her soles. She dug her feet into my erection in the middle of the night. I had strange, sexy dreams the whole night, and slept quite well. I like that position, and would gladly do it every night. I can't wait for the next time.

Cause for Celebration

It's been a busy time, with much time spent with my Keyholder. So much done...I'm a lucky slave indeed. The other day I got to lick clean her dusty feet. Yum. I wish I would get to do this more. But the big news is she allowed me release. A few times. It was incredible, a very emotional and long and prolonged orgasm, as was the second one. I look forward to those orgasms, to hearing her give me permission. When she does, I can barely believe what I hear, and I usually have to ask for confirmation. It is a thrilling and bonding time for us both when it finally happens. The down side is the post-orgasm crash that accompanies any prolonged period in chastity. I know from prior experience that it will take a week or so to get back to "chaste-space." She has promised me a long haul this next time. I am a lucky slave indeed, and she is a fabulous Keyholder.

Time

So much to do, so little time. Life has been busy, social life, work life, family life, writing life. I feel like the one part that has not had its due is kink life. I've been craving it, craving spending some quality time with my Keyholder. The chastity itself is going well. If anything, it's gotten a bit easier because of the busyness. But oh, when she teases me--I can barely stand it. It has been a while--I lost count of the days, and I know she will push my chastity further this time. I figure I have a good month or two before release. I look forward to that, but I also look forward to her teasing. The way she fondles my nipples, the way she caresses my cock--they drive me wild and weak. They drive me to my knees in front of her. Which is my favorite place, actually.