My Journey in Chastity.
It started out with me applying to become Mistress Sandra’s personal slave……
At our first meeting, Mistress Sandra smilingly produced a metal chastity cage, I had not been expecting that. Mistress closed the retaining ring around the stem of my cock between body and balls, then with a bit of waggling and twisting, slid the cage on to my cock, securing it to the ring with a padlock.
I had no misgivings about this ……an extraordinarily sexy, beautiful, desirable and charming Mistress, deftly caressing my cock and balls while insinuating them into this devise, and all the time laughing in her uniquely intoxicating way…… In fact, the whole experience was rather exciting.
Mistress Sandra stood up and gave me a mischievously wicked smile, saying, “Get dressed, I am going to send you home now…I will think about letting you out next time.” And with that she dropped the key into her bag. At that point, my heart stalled and I gulped. I guess the look on my face was comical, because Mistress Sandra burst out laughing.
I began having difficulty forming coherent words, stuttering, stammering and a bit flustered, certainly unnerved… somehow, in a blur, I got dressed and Mistress showed me to the door, raised her hand toward me; fortunately, two of my brains cells had recovered enough to know that I was required to hold it in my hand and bow down to kiss it.……at that moment I knew it was too late to escape, I had been claimed; not just cock and balls but completely. I instinctively knew I would not be capable of breaking away, my self-determination evaporated, control of my body and mind was now Mistress Sandra’s exclusive prerogative.
Clear awareness returned, to the realization I was walking along the street, the presence of the chastity cage made itself known by its weight and the slow build-up of pressure of blood causing me to have……no correction…attempt to have an erection, which the cage would not allow. I sensed that my balls were also swelling, and with increasing frequency they bumped against my moving thighs. My first reaction was minor panic… I was on a busy street, surely everyone would see my increasing enlargement. I looked down to check, and relaxed, my preferred trousers had lots of ball room, more than enough for my predicament not to show despite my brain being fooled into believing that I had a prominent erection.
So, this was what it felt like to be caged……Mmmm not at all unpleasant.
Clearly the struggling attempt at erection and the swollen scrotum where being stimulated by the overwhelmingly vivid memory of the Mistress, who seemingly had somehow taken residence in my head. Suddenly this all hit me as being very funny and I playfully began to experiment with how I walked; I found I could tease myself by deliberately bumping my testicles from thigh to thigh, two ping-pong balls in a sack. I am sure I began to grin, especially when attractive women walked past me… could they possibly begin to imagine that this soberly dressed unremarkable man had his cock and balls caged!
The bus trip home was notable because I realized that I was going to have to develop a technique of sitting down without jamming the cage into my groin or thigh. Also, the bus on a cobbled street felt like a jack-hammer assault on my balls. In my head, I could clearly hear, my ‘virtual’ Mistress laughing at me each time I winced from discomfort.
At home the state of arousal did not abate and I am sure that my thoughts were unwaveringly locked on to the image, sound, and scent of my Mistress……I felt like I was a goldfish in a glass bowl with my omnipresent Mistress gazing in and watching my every move, and gently laughing at me.
Going to bed was the same but with the added intrusion of the natural biological cycle common to all men; unconscious erections.……So every 90 minutes I was woken up by a significant increase in pressure of my cock fighting against the imprisoning cage, and my scrotum inflating to skin stretching pressure…Arrrgggg! Naturally I tried to relieve myself but this proved impossible, I just had to wait for the pressure to relax back to a comfortable state. Again, eventually I found this amusing and conspiratorially laughed along with the Mistress in my head.
On the evening of the third day when undoing my trouser belt, I felt an odd sensation as something slid down my leg and landed with a bump on my foot. It was the cage! Still attached to the retaining ring by the padlock……instinctive MAN PANIC moment!!……at super reflex speed my right hand dived into my waistband ………I was relieved to find that cock and balls were still where they should be.
Grabbing the iPhone I sent a message to Mistress Sandra,
“It’s DROPPED OFF !!”
Then realized clarification was required and sent a second message,
“Just the CHASTITY Mistress, cock and balls still intact.”
Mistress’s reply was unruffled, brief and to the point, “Bring it with you tomorrow.”
It took more effort but my Mistress fitted a smaller retaining ring, it seemed okay once in place. However, it turned out that the ring was too tight and began seriously impeding blood circulation, this became intolerably painful, so Mistress took pity and released me. Clearly a more suitable design of chastity device was required.
New Chastity…Day 1 of next try out: Mistress Sandra decided to make a film clip of me being locked in chastity; hence the inauguration of the new cage is immortalised on film together with my first time as a film slave. Double celebration, and yes “champagne” was drunk by me later.
Being put in to chastity is exciting enough but what with the days filming and my wonderful Mistress dressed in latex Little Red Riding Hood outfit (see the film clips), the hype in blood flow to my genitals was on overdrive for the next 12 hours, all quite exhausting. I recall laying on my bed groaning at the tantalisingly, yet just out of reach, orgasm that could not be had…Yes there is no doubt that my Mistress certainly owns my orgasms now.
With chastity in place plus a really nice pair of women’s panties and sensuous ‘Satin Feel’ tights under my ordinary street clothes; at meetings with vanilla people like my Bank Manager it was now very hard not to burst out laughing. I think my vanilla friends are quite pleased I appear more cheerful…if only they knew!
On one very memorable morning I awoke in the midst of a very erotic dream about my Mistress. The reason for awaking was the fact that my scrotum was screaming from being stretched to the size of a grapefruit and my cock inside its steel lattice work cage was really swollen and trying to burst out, it looked like one of those salamis that are tied up criss-cross fashion with string…and the end of my foreskin pocked out front like a cockerel’s comb……Wow Eye Watering! This lasted for 15 HOURS, undoubtedly because all that time my mind was filled with images and sounds of Mistress Sandra. It was a cruel yet subtle torture with no equal…yet I loved every excruciating moment of it…and loved my Mistress for inflicting it upon me. I was incapable of doing anything for those 15 hours. I still marvel at the power that my Mistress has over my mind even when she is physically absent.
Mistress was greatly amused when I recounted the events of the previous day, she gave me that smile… subtly mischievous, teasing and all knowing. Clearly, she likes to hear the detail of the effect she has on me. I suppose it was then that I began to realise why she enjoys being a Dominatrix; the sheer power she has over her subs, wielding that power must be a real rush. That was also when I realised that having my Mistress wield her power over me, while scary, was also a rush for me.
Even with over 40 days of continuous confinement, every morning when I wake, cock and balls are pleasantly swollen and heavy, and my first conscious thoughts are always of Mistress Sandra. At night, going to bed, is the same again.
On day 49 I was summoned to Mistress Sandra’s presence, she is going away to Beirut for nine days, and in that time, I have a hospital physical to attend; my Mistress takes pity, and releases me from the cage……strange sensation, the sudden removal of weight. First thing is a good wash-up, essential as I am not circumcised; extraordinarily my foreskin exit seems to have shrunk from the lack of use and it is very tight to pull back. Oh, terrible mess revealed…ugh! A clear down side to long confinement.
My Mistress rewards my 49 days’ endurance with a session of teasing play; my cock loves it but my balls suddenly become agoraphobic and disappear entirely into my groin cavity. My Mistress thinks this is hilarious and laughs a lot. Eventually, using tender dexterity, my Mistress coaxes my shy balls back out to join in the play. This has got to have been the best coming out party ever!
Mistresses frequently collar their subs and have them on a lead as this is a profound symbol of power and control and of course submission. However, this arrangement relies on close proximity between Mistress and sub. Whereas the chastity cage is the equivalent of Blue Tooth, it works without a physical connection, it keeps me conscious of the fact that my Mistress totally controls me at all times…… Having given myself up to be the slave of Mistress Sandra, anything that reinforces that enslavement I welcome and for this reason I find great satisfaction in being locked in chastity. Coming to terms with it, was the acceptance that I will never have another orgasm unless Mistress Sandra allows me to……and that’s more than alright with me……after all my main kink is to be Owned Body Mind and Soul by my Mistress.
The most important thing about chastity, is the Mistress who locks you in it, holds the key and owns your cock and orgasms.
