Diary of a Chastity slave...
| March 27, 2018
Chastity is one of My favourite ways to torment My adoring slaves. In fact, it was one of the first fetishes I really delved into as a young Domme, and I would often lock My boyfriend of the time up overnight. Seeing My partner wake up in agony next time Me as his CB6000 constricted his painful morning hard on was a satisfying power trip. Most of these mornings began with his begging to be unlocked... A hilarious way to start the day.
My love of it has evolved over the years as I have grown into the teasing, sensual Dominant I am today. It plays so well into all of My other favourite fetishes... Masturbation control, orgasm denial, edging, cuckolding, and of course ruined orgasm!
Not only do I like the obvious of having a denied cock in a cage, but I love how that experience seeps into everyday life for My submissives. Their cage serves as a constant reminder of their servitude, and the power I hold over them. Like a painful, frustrating collar they can't remove. Equal parts physical and psychological Domination... 🙂
I recently decided to lock up a regular serving slave of Mine for 7 days prior to his session with Me, and asked that he keep a diary of his experience under My lock and key. With his permission have published it below for you perverts to peruse over... Enjoy!
There has become a strangely ritualistic method to locking myself in chastity, and tonight was no exception. I wash myself unconstrained by the device for the last time in what is usually but not always a pre-determined period leading up to a session (sometimes Mistress might choose to extend my time in chastity beyond O/our sessions, which tends to be even more frustrating than the prelude), I carefully wash the various bits of the device, and then try to close up the cage and lock it.
I say ‘try’ only because it can take both time and patience: the whole experience is obviously quite psychologically stimulating – anticipating the frustration to come, the satisfaction of subordinating my natural impulses to the command of my Mistress, and so on – but squeezing (quite literally) into the disassembled plastic cage has its own physiological thrill, so that becoming flaccid enough to fit inside often involves a bit of a wait.
An obvious solution would be to ‘relieve’ myself before trying to put on the cage, but that feels as though it would be flouting the spirit if not the letter of Mistress’s instructions about when I should be locked away. In any case, I think there could be a piece of me that quite enjoys a short period of voluntary forbearance before I use the cage, so that when I do finally lock it shut it feels like a relief not have to rely on willpower alone.
Anyway, the cage is now on, and although I know some of what to expect over the next week or so the experience is always a little different, and with a session with Mistress to look forward to it will certainly not be without frustration.
This was my first morning waking up wearing the cage during this stint in chastity. Naturally the first sensation of which I became aware was the press of the plastic – smooth, but very constraining – against my flesh. One of the benefits of wearing it is that it ensures that Mistress is the first person I think of when I wake up; the drawback is that there is little to do with the emotional response that it provokes other than to look forward to seeing Her soon, and try to put out of mind the rather feverish desire to worship Her, feel Her tightening ropes and wrist cuffs, and so on… you can perhaps guess how successful that has been.
Today I wore the cage in public for the first time in this period of chastity. I don’t think of myself as a particularly self-conscious person but it always feels as though any casual observer should be able to tell that I’m carrying something a little extra (with some frustrated emphasis on the ‘little’).
Mistress sometimes teases me with the thought of having to wear the cage through an airport security check. Just thinking about it now as I write this is making me blush a little, and I’m sure I’d be mortified if such a private thing were discovered in such a public way. As I observed to Mistress in one of O/our sessions, in the most optimistic scenario it might at least be an odd way to discover a shared interest with a kindred spirit, but much more likely is that the whole thing would just be deeply, deeply embarrassing.
I find sexual longing quite an ineffable, chaotic thing, but I certainly felt that today was the most frustrating so far. I’m used to an initial difficulty right at the start of a period in chastity, when the habit of complete freedom still needs to be broken, followed by a frustration that tends to come in waves. Today was definitely the crest of a wave: even in company my mind tends to wander to my chastity cage, attractive female figures linger more in the imagination, and so on.
The worst part is when I forget about the cage, and the urge for a ‘release’ creeps in, only for me to realise that there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m starting mentally to count down the days remaining in chastity rather than the days I’ve gone through.
Apparently the pent up desire from yesterday has not subsided: I woke up this morning absolutely straining against the confines of the chastity cage. I allowed myself a few minutes just staying in bed, thinking about worshipping Mistress (not a bad way to wake up, but it didn’t do anything for my sense of frustration). The aching and throbbing this sort of thing inspires is starting to get difficult to take, and I can definitely feel the urge for release growing.
At one point I actually felt an instinct to laugh. I reflected that it would be difficult to make anyone unfamiliar with this situation understand what I’m feeling, and even if I could I should think it would be unlikely I would inspire much sympathy.
Once again the morning was characterised by easily provoked, difficult to contain desire. I don’t know if spending most of this week at home is a good thing from the point of view of putting up with this frustration: although it avoids some visual (public) stimulation, it certainly gives me plenty of time to dwell on the chastity, and to look forward to my session with Mistress at the end of the week (I’m not trying to exaggerate for effect, but the days do really seem to be passing more slowly than normal).
In the afternoon I had the distraction of quite a bit of work to do, however, and I thought it would be in the spirit of this enforced period of chastity if afterwards I were to watch a couple of Mistress’s video clips to remind me both of that I’m missing out on and what I can look forward to. Mistress knows that I have a particular weakness for ass worship, and that tends to dictate what I watch outside our sessions too, so you can imagine that – particularly in this state of heightened desire – I didn’t struggle to find a few clips to restore and sustain the sensation of painful confinement I’ve been describing for the past few days.
Today was probably the first of this period of chastity that I felt a little bit of a lull in the urge for a release. I think partly it had to do – again – with having a fair amount of work to keep me distracted, but perhaps the expectation of freedom over when I can have an orgasm is starting to decline. If so that would be quite satisfying from the perspective of having subordinated that desire to Mistress’s command (on the other hand, I try to avoid giving myself too much credit, and it could be premature in any case).
I also think I’m starting to get quite used to wearing the cage. For at least the first few mornings there tends to be a moment of surprise and recollection to see and feel it in place, but now it’s starting to feel a bit more like a fixture. I could almost forget I was wearing it if it weren’t for the rattle of the padlock against the plastic; thinking it might reduce the visible profile of the cage, I’ve used a slightly smaller lock than I usually do, and as a result it has a bit more room to move about. I haven’t noticed it making a noise under clothing, but I’m sure it’s going to feel quite persistent and noticeable during my session with Mistress.
Today marks the longest period for which I’ve been locked in chastity. At times it has felt difficult to sustain, although of course the cage means I haven’t had to rely on willpower alone. More importantly, tomorrow I will get to see Mistress; as you can imagine, by now just the thought of Her is enough to have me straining inside the cage. Just writing this is already provoking a reaction, which perhaps serves to demonstrate that my tentative suggestion of some shift in my desire for release was indeed premature. I should think that bodes well for a frustrating, exciting time tomorrow.
I’ve been trying for about half an hour to work out where to start this final update: after what seems to have been an interminable wait (or at least it would have seemed that way, if I hadn’t been chronicling it) today I had my session with Mistress. As I write this some hours later I’m still in a little bit of a daze about the whole thing, not to say physically and mentally spent, but I’ll fight against the inclination to make this merely a stream of consciousness account of the session as fragments of it surface and re-surface in my mind.
As always I was kneeling naked on the floor of the dungeon when Mistress entered. I was already bulging inside the chastity cage just from the sound of Her footsteps in the corridor outside, but when She opened the door dressed in a gorgeous, black latex leotard and wheeling a mysterious black case behind Her, I felt all the pent-up frustration of the past week or so come washing back over me. I kissed Her once on each foot and then, as She sat on Her throne and I knelt in front of Her, worshipping Her high-heeled leather shoes, W/we talked about how my week in chastity had gone, how I felt writing these updates, and so on.
With the cage still in place Mistress let me worship Her bottom, teasing me as I did so about how quickly and easily I was provoked into audible expressions of frustration and delight. Even with my cock throbbing incessantly inside the cage I could have knelt with Her gently rolling Her bottom across my face for an eternity. As it is I couldn’t reliably say how long this lasted, just that it felt over too soon!
Mistress then let me polish Her latex outfit – in my fevered and eager state it seemed like I mistakenly poured out half the bottle of polish into my hands – before instructing me that by way of payment for the pleasure She had already granted me, and that in order to earn my release from chastity, I was going to have to be restrained and caned.
I find I can never truly prepare for the stinging, pulsing pain of being caned: Mistress said that W/we would be aiming for at least forty strokes, and there was a moment – I find it always comes at some point – that I wondered if I would be able to make it, but with Mistress periodically letting me worship Her bottom, and running Her fingertips over my neck and back, W/we did. In fact I lost count of how many strokes W/we had got to as Mistress started to cane me on one cheek to even up the marks (Mistress also reminded me that I should be thankful for Her having taken my mind off the chastity cage…).
After a moment to let me have a look at my new stripes in the mirrored wall of the dungeon, Mistress instructed me to lay on the leather surface of the dungeon’s four-poster bed, telling me that although on this occasion She was not going to tie me down, She would do so if I bucked around too much (an ominous warning). She started by gently teasing my still caged cock with a magic wand, before She finally unlocked me, laughing as the cage sprung open the moment the lock was removed.
Alternating between the magic wand, Her Venus milking machine and the throbbing, lacerating pain of Her E-stim unit – the mysterious black case explained – She teased me for what seemed an age; after more than a week locked in the rather sterile, almost sensationless confines of the chastity cage, you can imagine how overwhelming all this sudden stimulation was.
Finally, perching Herself just over my face, Mistress instructed me to bring myself to orgasm. I would have considered it unthinkable beforehand to take more than a few seconds to manage it given this sort of provocation, but the unexpected relinquishing of self-control and the imperative to achieve the orgasm in the time allotted meant it took longer and more effort than I would have imagined. When it came, though, the orgasm was the most satisfying and the most exhausting one I’ve ever had. For at least a few seconds afterwards I couldn’t concentrate on anything but the sense of release, and my shallow, quivering breath and pounding chest.
Rather sub-spaced out, I showered – absent-mindedly taking what seemed like an indecently long time to do so – and was starting to get dressed when Mistress instructed me that I would be wearing the chastity cage home. She had prepared me for the possibility that She might decide to make me do so, but it wasn’t until that moment that the command was confirmed.
So here I am, writing this update and locked up again. For now I feel on too much of a high, with too much to process and reflect on, for the cage to really bother me, but I think the odds are that the morning will bring back the old, familiar frustration.
Until next time…