Ruined orgasms and burning balls

Hazel left me locked in chastity on Sunday, key in combination safe, with instruction not to release me before Monday evening.

On Monday I was still quite enjoying being locked so didn’t beg too hard to be released and we agreed to keep me locked. I was concerned about bad sleep (had slept badly the last few nights and was making me a little dazed) so she gave me the digits of the combination (in the wrong order) with instruction not to use it unless I had to.

Fortunately I slept quite well even locked so remained secure on Tuesday evening. It felt quite different, I was more horny while locked on Tuesday than I had been on Monday. After some degree of begging on skype, Hazel agreed that I could try all the rearrangements of the combination until I managed to unlock the key safe, however when I cum over my fingers I would then have to lick them. I hate eating my cum but it is somehow horny being told to do it. After a few minutes I got my key and unlocked.

It felt very good being free and able to stroke and wank at last. After about 10 minutes, she decided she did not want to wait for me to pleasure myself, so I had 2 minutes of play remaining. This was a very strong incentive for me, and it only took another minute of jerking before I shot a huge thick load over my hand, knowing I would have to eat it. While still in post-orgasmic crash, I reluctantly put tongue to fingers and licked it up. As I recalled from previous events, it was disgusting and the taste remained with me for a while afterwards.

Hazel then wanted me to cum only once between then and when we would next meet on Sunday. I said that was rather tough, so we negotiated that I would be allowed ‘free play’ for the remainder of Tuesday and through Wednesday, then on Thursday and Friday any orgasm would have to be ruined, then no cumming Saturday or Sunday until we meet up.

I cum about 5 times through Tuesday and Wednesday. It’s hot being allowed to play but knowing a period of restriction is just imminent (which is why I wasn’t so keen going straight from one restriction to another). I held back on Thursday, but when I woke Friday I had a play in bed but had to ruin it. It was so frustrating seeing my think quite cum dribbling from my cock, denying me pleasure.

Then Saturday was lots of play but no cum. I experimented with some ‘deep heat’ warming cream (used for muscle pain) on my balls, which I’d found ‘interesting’ in the past. I found stuff called ‘Transvasin’ which I find just the right level of burning sensation, not too strong like some of the others are. I put some on my balls just before going out shopping and felt the burn off and on for quite a while, assisted by a rubber ball covering thing.

Locked up sex on a train

On Sunday morning we chilled out while Hazel adjusted back to being a normal person, from the chained up objectified fuck-toy she’d been overnight.

As an experiment I thought I’d try something a bit unusual. I gave her an order that she had to obey. Her order was that before we go out later, she should ensure that I’m locked into a chastity device. She should lock the keys up in a 4 digit combination key safe. My instruction was that if I cum while we were fooling around before she locked me then she should not let me have the combination before Tuesday night, and if I didn’t cum then not before Monday night.

This is an interesting switch of events… I like being kept locked and it doesn’t bother me that I’m locked by someone who’s obeying my orders (somehow it’s still more fun than locking myself). She’s said that domming doesn’t come naturally to her but now she’s just obeying orders so it takes the pressure off her. I also like my own dilemma that cumming before getting locked is a very hot experience but it would cost me a day.

As it turned out, I didn’t cum and she locked me up quite securely, hinting that once she’s in control I may not get the combination back as soon as I expect it (which is quite hot!)

We went to a rope bondage event which was quite fun. I got tied up with some fairly rough rope designed to leave pretty marks and to be uncomfortable if you struggle, for which it was quite effective. Hazel was suspended horizontally and swinging around on a rope arrangement usually used my mountain rescue people.

On the return train journey we found that the section of carriage we were in was completely empty. I took the opportunity to tweak Hazel’s nipple, then stroked her between her legs, then pushed my hand down her trousers and teased her clit. Every few minutes we had to stop as the train pulled into a station but when no-one came on we continued. Hazel couldn’t make a sound but I could tell from her face that my touch in such a taboo location had given her a little mini-orgasm!

She was so horny by the time we got off the train that I had to take her back to my house. Once through the door I stripped her down, tied her to my bed, wired her up to my TENS machine then started fisting her (my options were limited as I was still frustratingly locked in chastity!) Before too long she achieved the orgasm she’d been chasing.

She got a taxi home, but I decided her jacket and trousers would be plenty of coverage for her, so she left with her top and underwear in a bag. Later she said she had to stay very still in the cab so her jacket didn't rub against her hard nipples :-)

Overnight dungeon

Hazel and I had quite a social, week – both Tuesday and Thursday we were out to munches, both celebrating her birthday.

We planned to meet up Saturday evening so I decided that I would not cum for Friday or Saturday and instructed Hazel not to touch herself on Saturday. While I was out shopping Hazel was sending me text messages describing what we might get up to in the evening, which got me hot and horny and I told her I was running a risk of showing a bulge the queue in the shop, which only made her do it more. Although it backfired as it got her horny and a good reminder she wasn’t allowed to touch!

We met up in the evening for a meal (all-you-can-eat Chinese, yum) and to watch some stand-up comedy, which was fun. Then I took her home for a nice surprise…

I had her strip naked then blindfolded her and led her into my spare room. There I told her that I was going to take ownership of her, and her body was going to be mine to do with as I wanted. I then put a chain around her ankle locked with a padlock, then another around her neck locked with a padlock, and both of them were locked with a padlock to a radiator, and I handcuffed her. I took her blindfold off to let her see the bed and duvet in the small room with the radiator which would be her home until I chose to unlock her.

I had originally planned to put the chain around her ankle with the open lock in place and tell her that by closing the lock she would be submitting to my will. But I realised that she doesn’t want to wilfully submit like that, she wants to be taken and be made to submit. So I decided to remove the choice and just take her will without asking. I’d talked through it enough before to know she would get off on that approach. I had earlier told her where there were bolt cutters in the room in case of real emergency, so she knew she was never in any serious peril, but in quite a bit of ‘play peril’ J

I left her to think about her situation for a while. I went to my room, thought about her in chains and started stroking my cock. Once I thought she’d settled in, I slipped a condom onto my hard shaft and went to visit her. As we’d pre-arranged, I climbed onto her bed, pulled her legs apart and thrust myself into her pussy – just using her as a fuck-toy. Once I’d done with her, I walked out.

It actually felt very strange, treating her like that. Particularly used to hugging her and making sure she’s okay once we’ve been ‘intimate’ but that didn’t feel right if I was objectifying her as a cum-bucket. If she’d have said anything which was out of character with her ‘owned slave’ persona I would have stopped treating her that way. She had a phone to call me if she needed me (she called to ask for some water at one point) so she was well looked after even if treated as a slave.

I initially had her in steel handcuffs. I put them on quite loose as I was concerned about them cutting in if too tight overnight. Later I thought that maybe leaving them on her all night might be tough for her (she likes soft bondage, which was one reason why I used steel) but when I went to remove them I found she’d already slipped out of them – next time, leather cuffs or tighter steel!

My favourite position was when she was face down and I use the steel cuffs to secure her hands behind her. I was then able to slip into her and she had no choice but to bite the pillow and struggle but accept it.

Sleeping the other end of the house, I was in two minds about whether I should be going into her room to wake her to use her at all times of the night (although turned out partly that was because I was so exhausted I wouldn’t have been much use at 5am). Fortunately I could hear her using the bathroom (the chains were just long enough) so knew when I could pounce on her while still awake. I made use of that a few times through the night/morning. The last time I did that, I decided to take her duvet and pillows away, leaving her chained up and lying naked on a bare bed. But only that way a short while.

I realised one element missing from the scenario – that if she were a proper slave she would have been branded. Not wanting to miss out on the completeness of the experience, I found a permanent marker and wrote “Property of mortice” across her arse.

My last act of objectification was that I came into her room with a cup of tea for myself and said I’d made her a coffee but left it outside. It was a distance down the corridor, but unfortunately it was close enough for her to easily reach still chained (just out of reach would have been much more fun).

I released her and we hugged, no longer as object and owner but as girlfriend and boyfriend, although I think it took her a while to adjust out of the submissive role. We talked through what worked and what didn’t and we agreed we both enjoyed the experience and would discuss ideas to make it better next time.

A secure weekend

Friday I was my usual horny self, not allowed to touch of course.

On Friday evening I went over to Hazel’s house to see her and her (extensive) toy box. I gave her a birthday present of a double-pinwheel with connections to her e-stim unit but we couldn’t get it to work right, I think there may have been a loose connection so we’ll look into returning it.

I had Hazel tied up using a rather nice ankle-to-wrist restraint she has, then was taught how to correctly use a vibrator (Hitachi magic wand!) to bring her pleasure.

Later she had me in the same restraint (can’t move, ass in the air, very vulnerable) when she tickled my ass with a vibrator. Then I felt something sharp hitting my back, seemed to be all over my back making little stings, I eventually worked out it was candle wax being dripped onto me. I was a nice sensation, not one I’d ever experienced before.

We went with friends to see a film. I introduced her to them but unable to explain the nature of our relationship. They made jokes about me being ‘under the thumb’ but they had no idea how accurate that was! Later in the evening we met up with Master and a very drunk Mistress.

Sunday morning Hazel spent a while in a straitjacket then I spent a while in a sleepsack. Hazel decided that while I was in sleepsack it would be a good opportunity to try out my TENS unit on me, so I spent a while dozing alone while my ass was being zapped. When she returned to me she stepped up the TENS power which made the experience very ‘interesting’ and reminded me how helpless I was in the sleepsack.

A controlled week

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Monday night was frustrating since I was ordered by Hazel to stop touching myself just as I was working up to cumming, and told not to touch again for the evening, then to lock up in cb overnight. I chose quite a large cb to try to minimise the ‘crush’ sensation, but still was woken several times through the night with a frustration I wasn’t allowed to satisfy.

Tuesday I was allowed to cum twice, which I did, once lunchtime and once in the evening, but both times I had to ruin them. So, each time, just before shooting my load I let go of my cock and watched as my cum dribbled out without an orgasm. It’s quite annoying and frustrating working up to a big blow but only be allowed a whimper.

Tuesday evening I had to lock on cb again. But this time I found that at 6am my cock insisted on being hard and wouldn’t go down.  I thought it would be not long until I’d get to unlock anyway, and was in fear of missing a few hours of sleep, so I unlocked it then – technically failing the task!

Wednesday my instruction was that I could play but not cum, unless I was able to achieve 50 press-ups (which Hazel later reduced to 30) in which case I would be allowed to cum. I started my press-ups (naked, of course) but collapsed after only 9! So no chance to be allowed to cum then!

However, when Hazel heard I had not achieved my reward for my task, she decided to punish me by instructing me to put on the cb cockring with spikes around the inside then use it to lock on my small chastity device. She told me to keep it on as long as I could, and I said I’d never dared to try to sleep with it on but I would tonight. She also instructed me to punish myself by browsing porn. I found some hot vids (girls in rubber catsuits!) which got me very hot and frustrated, but strangely the smallness of the cb cage seemed to protect me from the spikes, so they were noticeable but not too painful – when I’ve worn it with larger cb it’s got very painful!

I kept the cb and spikes on overnight, but again woke at 6am, this time in more discomfort due to the spikes as well as the tiny crushing tube, and it wouldn’t go down, so again decided I needed sleep before work tomorrow and unlocked. I was only tasked to stay locked as long as I could and I lasted longer than I expected.

All this time I’ve also been under orders not to wear any underwear to work. I’ve had to wear my baggiest suit trousers or the bulge would be very obvious, and still I’m under paranoia about thinking of something kinky and the bulge getting bigger without anything to hold it in.

Thursday I was tasked not to touch cock except for when I was punishing myself with shocks from a TENS unit. I had the pads on the very tops of my inner thighs (couldn’t get them to stick further in) and worked through the settings. My unit has power levels from 1 to 15. This list is the setting, the description and the maximum level I got to:

A – sharp – 13

B – thuddy – 15

C – sharp pulses – 10 ***

D – thuddy – 14

E – sharp – 9 ***

F – slow ramping up and down – 9 ***

G – sharp pulses – 15

The ones marked *** I stopped because I felt deep muscle twitching which scares me so I stopped it. The others were getting too painful. But all those figures are down to the location of the pads – I’m sure when I have pads on sides of balls (dunno why they ddin’t stick this time) it gets more painful at a lower level.

This week so far has been a lot more involved, kinky, horny, frustrating and fun than I thought it was going to be, and that's all down to Hazel deciding to get tough with me - she's cruel at times, but so nice and sweet with it :-)

Modified chastity device

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A horny week ahead

On Monday I sent Hazel a message requesting that between us we should negotiate some cum control for me.  I know she’s not a domme so wouldn’t naturally order me to it, so I though a mutual agreement was more appropriate than just asking to be ordered.

We exchanged a few messages, and on one of them I foolishly said, “I beg you - don't be too nice to me!” (this was meant to be ironic as one would usually be begging for leniency). She took this note in hand and so sent me a set of quite severe orders, which got me very hot and horny and quite scared about what I was getting involved with! I said some of the orders were quite difficult or impractical (such as ‘wear a buttplug at all times’) and I said many of the items would be do-able but it would be better to work up to them and not try to do everything the first time.

So we discussed and negotiated a set of orders for me which were manageable but still far beyond what I’d initially expected. These are:

• No touching cock from while we were online chatting (I was wanking at the time) for the rest of the day
• Every day this week wear a cb to bed – no playing at 5am!
• Every day this week no underwear allowed to work
• On Tuesday only experience ruined orgasms and only allowed to cum a maximum of 2 times
• Wednesday only edge myself but not to cum at all BUT if I can do 50 press-ups then I can cum once
• Thursday to inflict pain on myself using my TENS unit, and only to touch cock while being zapped with TENS, but no cumming allowed
• Friday, no sexual touching at all

Didn’t expect this but finding it very horny, although it’s going to be a frustrating week with almost no cumming allowed. I just hope when I see Hazel on Friday evening she’ll show some pity on me and allow me a little orgasm. We’re going out with friends on Saturday and we’ve already agreed that I’ll be locked up in cb for that, but whether I’ll be allowed to cum Friday before lockup is entirely out of my control!

Gadgets and cake

On Friday Hazel and I went to local fetish club PlaySpace. We met up beforehand in our hotel room where I slipped into my rubber neck-entry catsuit (bulging as I’d been locked in small cb all day) and Hazel into a sheer mesh dress and tiny thong which left her nearly naked (a common state at the club). Hazel had bought cakes and cake decoration things because it was nearly her birthday.

The club was quieter than usual due to another club with similar type of attendees falling on the same date (which is the date nearest Halloween) so a more ‘select’ crowd. We had some fun, I had Hazel on a collar and lead and had her follow me as I walked around the club. We bought a remote control vibrator at Erotica last weekend which Hazel was wearing, so I regularly buzzed her as she was chatting to friends.

As it was her birthday, and every birthday girl needs a cake, we had her lie on a table (naked of course) and turned her into a human cake – covered in whipped cream, chocolate source, hundreds-and-thousands, chocolate buttons, buttercream icing, cherries etc. Then we invited people to eat her and top up the topping. Shame there weren’t too many people at the club so she didn’t get eaten as much as we’d hoped, but I helped out with eating her. Then later at the hotel I did some more eating her and begging before she decided to release me from chastity.

The next day Hazel was kind enough not to lock me in cb again but left a padlock in my cock piercing instead. In the evening we met up with friends at a local pub which had a Halloween themed fancy dress night. Hazel looked great dressed up as a witch in her long black wig. Later she tried the wig on my bald head, which seemed to amuse people.

On Sunday we went to ‘Gadget show live’ which is a very non-kinky event where we got to see the latest in tech and gizmo’s, and Hazel got to meet one of her heroes. It was quite nice to be out on a ‘traditional’ date for a change, although I did kink it up a little by wearing rubber underwear.