I am going on my 24th day of being locked in my chastity device. My last orgasm was 26 days ago. My last orgasm was selfish and a secret from Mistress until I was tied to the bed and teased until I confessed.
Since then, Mistress has done a good job of keeping me motivated while I’m locked up. She has threatened to lock me in the dog kennel a few times when I become argumentative. She pinches my nipples and/or grabs my locked cock almost daily. She comments on my perfume when she can smell it. She bought me some feminine loungewear and has shown me a picture of another feminine item I could wear in football Sunday’s. She has also said we could convert the basement bedroom back into a dungeon.
The title of this post is Chastity Works. I would have snuck off and given myself unauthorized orgasms at least 2 times and I would have stroked a bit, almost daily. I haven’t been able to do this at all. Friday night was the last time I would have taken advantage of the opportunity if I weren’t locked. Mistress had gone to bed. I stayed up to prep some food for a party we had on Saturday. I sexualized this work by imagining Mistress touching herself in bed while I was her slave working in the kitchen.
After the prep work was done I had too much energy for bed. I decided to look at some porn on the internet until I got tired. I was searching for pics of predicament bondage, tease and denial, and forced feminization. While doing this my cock would swell and fill chastity cage. I was able to put the tip of pinky into the opening of the cage just enough to be able to tease the tip of my cock. Now there is no way I could edge or get off by doing this, so all I did was manage to frustrate myself. If I wasn’t locked I would have masturbated into the trash can under my desk. I would have felt a little guilty about it and I would likely not confess to this transgression in a timely enough manner for Mistress.
I finally was ready for bed so went upstairs and brushed my teeth and put on a clean nighty before sliding into bed next to Mistress. The nighty I chose is Mistress’ favorite one. It’s pink cotton and form-fitting if not a little tight. It affects me more than most of my nighties. That made me think about more restrictive night clothes. I’ve been fantasizing about teddies and bodysuits so I grabbed my phone and looked on Amazon to see what I could find. I ended up putting one in my cart, but I didn’t buy it. I put down my phone and finally crashed.
The next morning our dog got me up way too early. I went downstairs in my nightie and went back to sleep on the couch. As I laid there trying to fall asleep I instinctively reached for my cock to give it a few strokes. I groaned in frustration that I was unable to stroke my cock.
Even last night, Mistress and I had a bit of an argument. If I wasn't locked I likely would have rubbed one out. As it was, I was owned and there was nothing I could do about it. I am owned even when we don't get along.
As I write this I realize that chastity is a constant reminder of how much my Mistress loves me. Every time I sit to pee in a public bathroom. Every time I have to adjust my device. Every time I see my device. Every time I feel my cock twitch inside the device. Every time Mistress does something Domme-y to me. Every night when I lay in bed and fell the device. Chastity keeps my head in a submissive fog. Chastity makes me want to sexually satisfy Mistress while remaining denied. Chastity keeps me in check. Chastity reminds me of my rank in our relationship. Chastity keeps me from being selfish by orgasming by myself. Chastity ensures that my pleasure can only come from Mistress.
Chastity Works.
Here are a few recent posts that I have seen that make my cock twitch in its cage...
Since then, Mistress has done a good job of keeping me motivated while I’m locked up. She has threatened to lock me in the dog kennel a few times when I become argumentative. She pinches my nipples and/or grabs my locked cock almost daily. She comments on my perfume when she can smell it. She bought me some feminine loungewear and has shown me a picture of another feminine item I could wear in football Sunday’s. She has also said we could convert the basement bedroom back into a dungeon.
The title of this post is Chastity Works. I would have snuck off and given myself unauthorized orgasms at least 2 times and I would have stroked a bit, almost daily. I haven’t been able to do this at all. Friday night was the last time I would have taken advantage of the opportunity if I weren’t locked. Mistress had gone to bed. I stayed up to prep some food for a party we had on Saturday. I sexualized this work by imagining Mistress touching herself in bed while I was her slave working in the kitchen.
After the prep work was done I had too much energy for bed. I decided to look at some porn on the internet until I got tired. I was searching for pics of predicament bondage, tease and denial, and forced feminization. While doing this my cock would swell and fill chastity cage. I was able to put the tip of pinky into the opening of the cage just enough to be able to tease the tip of my cock. Now there is no way I could edge or get off by doing this, so all I did was manage to frustrate myself. If I wasn’t locked I would have masturbated into the trash can under my desk. I would have felt a little guilty about it and I would likely not confess to this transgression in a timely enough manner for Mistress.
I finally was ready for bed so went upstairs and brushed my teeth and put on a clean nighty before sliding into bed next to Mistress. The nighty I chose is Mistress’ favorite one. It’s pink cotton and form-fitting if not a little tight. It affects me more than most of my nighties. That made me think about more restrictive night clothes. I’ve been fantasizing about teddies and bodysuits so I grabbed my phone and looked on Amazon to see what I could find. I ended up putting one in my cart, but I didn’t buy it. I put down my phone and finally crashed.
The next morning our dog got me up way too early. I went downstairs in my nightie and went back to sleep on the couch. As I laid there trying to fall asleep I instinctively reached for my cock to give it a few strokes. I groaned in frustration that I was unable to stroke my cock.
Even last night, Mistress and I had a bit of an argument. If I wasn't locked I likely would have rubbed one out. As it was, I was owned and there was nothing I could do about it. I am owned even when we don't get along.
As I write this I realize that chastity is a constant reminder of how much my Mistress loves me. Every time I sit to pee in a public bathroom. Every time I have to adjust my device. Every time I see my device. Every time I feel my cock twitch inside the device. Every time Mistress does something Domme-y to me. Every night when I lay in bed and fell the device. Chastity keeps my head in a submissive fog. Chastity makes me want to sexually satisfy Mistress while remaining denied. Chastity keeps me in check. Chastity reminds me of my rank in our relationship. Chastity keeps me from being selfish by orgasming by myself. Chastity ensures that my pleasure can only come from Mistress.
Chastity Works.
Here are a few recent posts that I have seen that make my cock twitch in its cage...
No comments:
Post a Comment