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It’s getting towards evening on New Year’s Eve. I’m spending it quietly, and I’ve used it as an opportunity to spend almost the whole day walking around in just my chastity cage. It’s not only more comfortable that way, it also helps to remind me of the state I’ll be in during my session with Mistress Lola (although I haven’t been crawling around on the floor to complete the picture).
There are only three days left before O/our session and apart from dwelling on the frustration of having been denied an orgasm for so long I can also start wondering whether Mistress Lola will allow me to have one, and what price (probably measured in can strokes!) I will have to pay for it. Right now it feels like She wouldn’t even have to remove the cage to provoke me into having a ruined orgasm…
Having stayed awake to see in the new year last night, and having woken up at more or less a normal time this morning, only a few hours seemed to have passed from watching Mistress Lola’s video when settling into bed to watching it again before getting up. It’s been an easy routine to get used to. Maybe I’m just feeling quite compliant; I’m certainly feeling very attentive.
I’ve just spent the day thinking about my session with Mistress Lola constantly. I actually watched more than my mandated three video clips today (and I still haven’t watched the clip for this evening!). I still have the compulsion to seek out that sort of stimulation even though I know I cannot do much with the energy it fosters. I suppose that’s the emotional paradox at the centre of chastity training: having to constrain a desire that it becomes harder and harder to ignore over time.
As much as I think I’m possessed of a good store of willpower under most circumstances, I think one thing has become clear to me over the last couple of weeks or so: without being locked in this cage I’m not sure I would have coped with the demands of the experience. I hardly notice it now, and I imagine (I know) it will feel a little strange not to wear it.
I’m writing this very late in the day on my last day locked in chastity before I see Mistress Lola. I didn’t sleep too well last night, waking up early (again!) thinking about the session and wondering what Mistress Lola has in store for me. All I know for sure is that I will start the session where I belong, worshipping Her feet. Having in the past been let out of chastity during a session only to be locked up again after it, I can’t know for sure whether Mistress Lola will unlock me, whether She will allow me an orgasm, or anything else.
I can’t express how much I love being under Her control, though, whatever She intends to do to me tomorrow, and that feels like an appropriate sentiment on which to leave this diary entry: the best, most definitive part about being locked in chastity is giving up control to the Mistress I adore.
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As I write this about halfway through the 25th of December, with carols still ringing about the house, I can say that being locked up for Christmas by Mistress Lola is everything I thought it would be. Without any bit of obsequiousness I can say that every picture of Herself – and I do mean every picture – that She posts on Twitter is enough to have me bulging inside my cage. I'm wondering if this is the start of a wonderful seasonal tradition, albeit one that doesn't lend itself very well to sharing with others. I'm even wondering if I deserve a smaller cage, but that's a conversation I need to have with my Mistress. Well, “conversation" implies perhaps too much negotiating power on my part, but you take my meaning.
I woke up this morning thinking about Mistress Lola leading me around in public by a leash attached to my cage, which feels a thematically appropriate fantasy, as well as a good place to leave this diary entry.
I decided to capitalise on some early morning frustration today and watch Mistress Lola’s video clip right after waking up. Having also watched it just before I went to bed last night, I can say without risk of exaggeration that worshipping Mistress Lola was the last thing I thought about last night and the first thing this morning.
I don’t know if the distraction from my chastity cage of being around other people all the time is a welcome one. There have been plenty of times today where I’ve craved a couple of hours’ isolation just to think quietly about my last session and anticipate O/our next one. I’ll be home in a couple of days, so I’ll soon be able to devote as much time as I like to this sort of rumination.
I keep expecting my sense of pent-up frustration to subside, but it seems merely to have plateaued. Although I have long since learned to ignore the instinct to have an orgasm whenever the desire takes me, and in that sense being in chastity is becoming somewhat easier, the constant frustration is impossible to ignore. Unable even to have a full erection, I can derive a little pleasure from straining inside my cage, feeling the plastic pressing against my cock, but it’s a long way from a satisfying substitute. All I want to think about is Mistress Lola’s fingertips running over my thighs and chest, feeling Her gorgeous bottom pressing against my face, looking up into Her eyes…
At last I’m home after being away for Christmas. Of course it’s always nice to spend some time around the rest of my family – I travel too much for work to see them as much as I’d like – but having got used to the serenity of living alone it’s always nice to relax and unwind on my own.
This year being locked in chastity has added something extra to that, of course. By way of some self-indulgence I’ve just spent an hour or so relaxing with some coffee and, sitting in only my chastity cage, watching some of Mistress Lola’s video clips. With another week in chastity to go until I see Her this may not have been an entirely wise thing to do, but it was certainly emotionally satisfying even if it was physically frustrating.
Yesterday Mistress Lola decided to increase my daily dose of frustration ahead of O/our session. She has instructed me to watch a video clip at least three times a day: straight after waking up, just before bed and at any other point in between. I’ll be bookending my day with the chastity tease clip She filmed specifically for session preparation and choosing another of Her clips to go between them.
If I weren’t already thinking about Mistress Lola holding the keys to my cock cage constantly, I expect this extra homework will make sure of it. It already feels like my cock has been bulging inside the cage all day. I’m about to take myself off to bed, already frustrated, to watch Mistress Lola’s video clip again.
I must have spent about half an hour last night trying to get to sleep lying on top of my hard, plastic-covered cock, thinking about pressing my face into Mistress Lola’s bottom. After waking up and watching Mistress Lola’s video clip first thing this morning I spent about another hour or so in bed thinking about Her again. I like to think about Her dangling the key to my cock in front of me, about Her showing off my locked-up cock to others – that’s the exhibitionist in me talking again – or about Her sitting on my chest while Her fingertips drum on my plastic cage…
I’m really grateful that Mistress Lola is holding the keys to the cage, and there’s no hope of escape without Her permission. It means I can spend the whole day thinking about what Her bestowing an orgasm, even a ruined one, would feel like while I’m sure in the understanding that I cannot have one without Her.
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Another morning of frustrated desire. Because today was one of complete leisure it meant I could spend a couple of hours restlessly in bed, thinking about Mistress Lola and O/our session a few days ago. My bruises are no longer painful, but I still have a few healing cuts to remind me of my caning. I press my face into the pillow and think of worshipping Her bottom. None of this is particularly helpful in dealing with my cock straining inside its cage, but of course this is the perverse joy and the challenge of chastity.
Other than when travelling home from O/our session this was the first day I’ve worn the cage out in public during this stint of chastity. As always this feels a little perilous, although that might be just a bit of an exhibitionist fantasy talking.
When being caned it’s difficult to ignore the impulse to keep track of what proportion of my allotted strokes Mistress Lola has given me (halfway there, three fifths of the way there…). I’m now a third of the way through my time locked up, or at least a third of the way towards my next session with Mistress; since She holds the keys literally and figuratively I should not perhaps be so sure…
I’m writing this on my last morning at home before travelling away for Christmas this afternoon. It’s been another pretty sleepless night of high frustration, and it’ll be interesting to see how that carries through into dealing with constant company. This will be not only my longest time locked up in chastity but also the first time I’ve been locked up for Christmas, and right now I imagine it could be something of a relief when I get home and I can deal with my frustration in private, but it might also be that all the festivity acts as a distraction from this predicament to which I’ve submitted.
I was reflecting yesterday that my time in chastity so far seems to have gone quite quickly, but for some reason right now it feels like the (minimum) time I have left locked up is stretching away ahead of me. For all that, I’m struck by no doubt highly irrational but predictable and understandable thoughts like how wonderful it would be to be kept under lock and key by Mistress Lola permanently, only permitted any kind of release in Her presence, and so on. I couldn’t offer an explanation for this, but it doesn’t seem important to provide one, other than to relay the pleasure I’m getting from something as submissive as chastity.
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Today is Christmas Eve, and despite the distraction of company to keep me from reflecting exclusively on being locked up for my Mistress – combatted somewhat, of course, by fulfilling my nightly responsibility of watching Mistress Lola's teasing video clip – the frustration has been difficult to ignore and quick and easy to trigger.
This being the first time I will have worn my cage for an extended period in such constant proximity to other people, I've had to take the preventative step of taping down the padlock on the cage to prevent it audibly rattling around. It's the sort of Christmas surprise I'd sooner keep un-sprung...
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Like all O/our sessions this one started with me kneeling naked on the floor of Her chambers, waiting for Mistress Lola. Within a few moments of Her having entered the room I was crouched in front of Her, worshipping Her feet as W/we talked about O/our last session together, and what I’d been thinking about since then.
It’s difficult to describe how much I’ve come to feel at home – as Mistress observed – while kissing Her feet. I can never help exhibiting transparent relish as I get to run my lips over Her instep, Her delicate toes… It always feels so far removed from my time outside O/our sessions, and yet always feels so natural. Even as I write this I can feel my chest swelling with helpless desire.
After a time Mistress stood and beckoned me over Her spanking bench. She was dressed in a purple latex skirt, a section at the back cut out to display Her bottom. I truly can’t describe it or my feelings about it in a way that does justice to either, so it will have to suffice to say that being allowed to worship Mistress Lola’s bottom is perhaps the part of O/our time together I long for and recall most powerfully between sessions, and that skirt in particular is a familiar object of fascination for a reason that I’ll explain in a later entry.
In order to earn the privilege of getting to worship Her, however, as usual I was going to have to go through a cold caning first. One hundred strokes was the minimum target for today, but despite knowing what was ahead of me I couldn’t help my cock stiffening as Mistress strapped me to the bench, her hair brushing over my back as she pulled the straps tight.
As normal the first couple of dozen strokes were by far the hardest, and before long Mistress was already commenting that I was marking up well (as I sit here I can still feel the throbbing pain of those strokes quite acutely…). As the number of the strokes started to climb I began to melt into that mental space with which other slaves will be familiar, losing all track of time and remaining aware only of Mistress Lola and the metronomic thud of Her cane against my flesh.
Once my caning and its aftercare were finished Mistress released me and bade me worship Her feet and legs, up to the hem of Her latex skirt, until I had recovered from my punishment. My shoulders and arms were still shaking with adrenaline when I started, but after a while it subsided and Mistress instructed me to lie down on a flat, leather bench. Within a few seconds I was again strapped down, this time face up, and blindfolded.
I couldn’t say how long Mistress teased my naked body for, caressing me and running her fingertips over me, until I heard the humming and felt the throbbing of Her vibrator on my erect cock. I could feel myself coming close to the edge when Mistress switched it off, and when She pulled off my blindfold I found Her perched over me, Her exposed bottom tantalisingly close to my face.
Instructing me to play with my cock, She began to lower Herself towards me, finally sitting over my face, my eager lips and nose buried beneath her skin. Again and again She smothered me under Her bottom, sometimes perching so that I had to strain against my straps to kiss Her, only to lower Herself again on top of me. Whenever my mind wanders from what I’m doing during any waking hour this is what I think about, and although I think Mistress Lola knows how much I relish these moments at the time and cherish them afterwards, it’s impossible to communicate it here.
Eventually Mistress stood and told me that O/our session had finished. As W/we had planned she instructed me to put on the chastity cage I had brought with me and, frustrated, denied a last release, I did so. I handed over the keys to my lock for Mistress’s safekeeping, still flushed with all the sensations from the session, and looking forward (I think) to all the sensations of the weeks to come…
I’m writing this quite late at night. I woke up with my cage on this morning, and although as normal I became at once aware of my cock pressing inside it, it didn’t feel as alien and out-of-place as it sometimes has in the past. It perhaps helps in that regard that my bottom is still very sore from its caning yesterday (with plenty of lovely marks!), so that the sensation of the plastic cage is scarcely uppermost in my mind.
However, Mistress has devised a cure for that: I am about to lie in bed and watch a custom video clip She filmed for me for these occasions, reminding me that She holds the keys to my cage, as well as how excited I get about worshipping Her (featuring the purple latex skirt from O/our session yesterday…).
You can imagine how effective this is during even short stints in chastity, and with a bit less than three weeks of denial in front of me I suspect its effects will be quite acute, never mind anything else that Mistress Lola has in store for me…
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I’ve spent practically the whole morning in a state of unassuageable desire. As the pain of my caning a couple of days ago has subsided, so has the feeling of confinement become harder to ignore. I had already resolved, therefore, to write today’s diary entry quite early in the day, and I’d just sat down to get to work when I decided to browse Mistress Lola’s fan’s site.
I can therefore report proudly (maybe a little too proudly) that as I write this I’m also fulfilling Mistress’s slave task for the day and wearing (if that’s the right verb) a rubber butt plug to go with my plastic chastity cage. I’m certain I would have been erect – or as close as I can get to it while inside the cage – without it, but with the plug inside me that’s assured.
Since it feels consistent with my position for the next couple of weeks or so, I’m going to put up with the plug for as long as I can, and go back through Mistress’s videos and find one in particular I’d been reserving to watch this week, knowing I’d be locked up for it. Time will tell if this is a good idea, but it feels like an appropriate one.
This was the first morning so far that being in chastity seems to have cost me sleep, at least during this period of confinement: I woke up in the very early, dark hours of the morning and couldn’t relax enough to get back to sleep. The cruel irony – although only in the mildest terms, of course – is that normally under these circumstances I could have treated myself to a really great orgasm, the sort that really only comes with that restless, primitive vigour of feeling so full of lust so early in the day. Obviously that won’t be an option for quite a few days yet…