Wonderful Weekend

Not a whole lot to tell in the way of chastity news, but I did manage to have a fabulous weekend with my Keyholder. We got to eat out, go to the beach, I got to dote on her, and we generally had a wonderful time. I did rack up some cane strokes during the course of the weekend for "whining." She delivered these this morning, 30, all together, and some of them hit home quite effectively. There's one in particular I can feel if I shift just right – yep, there it is. Now starts a long workweek of not seeing her. And, of course, no touching:)

New Clock Ticking.

Did all my service pay off, or did my Keyholder simply decide it was time? Whatever the reasons, my chastity clock starts ticking from day one, starting now. Yes, I got release. It was so much more than that. A lazy morning in bed, really taking our time, being very loving. I was beside myself with desperation, but I had decided to not beg (well, beg with my eyes only). It was so great being intimate, close with my Keyholder. And when she whispered into my ear permission to come, I had to ask her to make sure. Still, it was ladies first, and I waited for her to have what looked like a very good orgasm. For a moment I was afraid that she would change her mind (it's happened) but no, she allowed me release, and I bonded with her in that most intimate of ways. Wow – after a month (35 days, actually) of pent up frustration, my release was volcanic.

Now, I wait. There is always a come-down period afterwards. Right now, I'm rather lethargic (plus, I'm worn out from a rather brutal workout I recently performed). But I am also grateful that my Keyholder allowed me release. I'll try and be extra attentive the next couple of days to counteract my natural tendency to let things slack post-orgasm.

Smacks

My Keyholder came over last night. I hadn't seen her in a few days, so it was very good to see her indeed. I thought a quiet evening at home was to unfold. Little did I know what she had in store for me.

She sat on the sofa and told me to come lay across her lap. I obeyed instantly (I'm far beyond questioning or hesitating, I hope). She then proceeded to spank me, barehanded. It wasn't for anything I'd done, or not done. It was just because she could, and she wanted to, which made it all the hotter.

I hadn't had any corporal punishment in a while, and I was tender. Even her hand got my attention. She then had me get up and get the hairbrush, a heavy, wooden affair. This she used to great effect, turning my bottom red. I tried, really tried to stay in position, to not squirm, and was successful for the most part. Then, she had me fetch the cane. Not the rattan cane, either, but the black one made of springy – rubber? plastic? painodioum? Whatever it's made from, it hurts. A lot. She caned me as I counted out the strokes. Fifty plus, combined from the hairbrush and the cane. I was gripping the pillows, breathing hard, sweating. It didn't bring me to tears, but I was close.

But she wasn't done. "Bring me the eagle claws," she said. I gulped. What these are, you see, are little nipple clamp devices, but with a sharp wire "claw" that retracts as it closes. It hurts. A lot. Blindingly so. She put them on as I stared, dazed now, into her eyes, and she had me take the pain. Again, not because I'd done anything wrong, but because I was hers, and this is how she wanted to use me. She cooed into my ear that I might get to come if I was good. I tried to be good, though I know she says this a lot and doesn't allow it often. She caned me some more, I think, with the claws digging into my sensitive nipples. To be honest, I don't remember much after that; it all gets hazy. I do know she took them off (hurts more taking it off, of course), and had me get to the bedroom.

There, I pleasured her. She used my (her) cock to her satisfaction, then had me lay at her side while she brought herself to completion, all the while I pumped uselessly into the side of her leg and begged, a little. When she was satisfied, she had me clean up, and we went about the rest of our night.

This morning, she caned me again – just 10 maintenance strokes with the thicker rattan cane. As I sit and write this, I am conscious of every movement. My bottom – raw and warm. The shirt rubbing against my sore nipples – a reminder of her dominion over me. Thus is the life of a chastity slave.

One Month

It has been one month since I was last allowed to pleasure my Keyholder with an orgasm (mine, not hers...).  Truth be told, this month has flown by, and it has been easy. It's been a tough month occupied with lots of other life activities, house guests, work, etc., and sex has fallen by the wayside as a result. Nonetheless, the chastity is still a service to my Keyholder. Does service need to be difficult, always? Or can it be easy, and still be service?

Holding Pattern

Well, you know what I'm not holding...this is a chastity blog, after all. In all seriousness, readers of the prior posts may have been wondering, what ever happened with the contract? Due to a family emergency, things have been put on temporary hold. When things sort themselves out here, my Keyholder and I will resume cementing out contractual obligations. She's been a way for a few days now, and I miss her very much. I can't wait to see her again, soon.
In the meantime, it's been "voluntary" chastity for me. Voluntary, from "voluntas," Latin for "what one wishes." It is her wish that I hold to, that I remain chaste for her, and so I do despite the temporary "freedom" of not being in the cage. Truth be told, it is increasingly easy to hold to her will. Due to the aforesaid emergency, I haven't really been particularly randy, anyway. Even aside from that, disobeying her is unthinkable....I would not be able to face her otherwise. And, I so want to face her, to hug her, and so I patiently await her return.

Pleasuring my Keyholder

I finally, finally, got some time alone with my Keyholder. We had a wonderful time. She released me from the cage, and teased me in that most expert way that she does. I was able to pleasure her for a long time, bringing her to an extended orgasm, all while I whimpered and begged for release. She did not allow it, though. Afterwards, we cuddled, my satisfaction coming form having pleased her, my manhood hungry for more.

She's let me out of the CB-6000 today. I had some chafing, which I get from time to time with it. Something about the way the skin stretches when erect and rubs on the top of the cage. This is a good practice, I feel, actually, to be let out periodically and let things settle down down there. Chastity is in the mind, and the heart, not in the cage around the cock. I will not be coming anytime soon, until she says so. Which may be a long time off.

And it may be a trying time ahead, for yesterday she gave me a taste of her new toy – a Venus 2000. Basically, this is a very good milking machine. She put it on me, and it felt fantastic. The thought of being hooked up to this thing as it relentlessly tries to make me come, and not being allowed to, is exciting and a little terrifying. Stay tuned...

Sissy?

My Keyholder is quite the talented author, and she just released a new story:
My Bride's Maid

I'm not much into the whole sissy maid thing, but I must admit that parts of the story really turned me on. Anyway, there's a free preview of the story available on there if you want to check out the beginning.