Leggings and relocking

Mistress Sarina instructed me that Friday morning before work I should edge myself and then I could cum. It felt great to cum without spikes and without risk of it being ruined, and allowed by Mistress. I sent her a picture of her cock surrounded by puddles of cum.

In the evening we were chatting on camera and I was showing her some hoods I had. I hooded myself with one that had no eye or mouth holes which got me hard. Mistress told me to stroke and edge myself. Then she told me that since we'd be meeting up in two weeks, she'd decided I would spend the time locked up, starting shortly. This got the cock hard and throbbing, and it took a lot of control not to blow my load. She said that she hadn't decided if she would let me cum before lockup or not, and that I would be unlocked some times over the two weeks but relocked again. Then she told me to cum, and I fired out a lot of cum in the knowledge that I didn't know when I would get the opportunity again.

I was a little dazed after cumming, and followed Mistress's instructions to lock on cb despite being quite daunted by the idea of 2 weeks locked up. But a while later, once the post-orgasmic haze had passed, I felt very pleased to be under Mistress's stict control again with her cock safely imprisoned in steel.

On Saturday I talked with Mistress about my interest in Lycra leggings (the kind used by cyclists with padding and warm due to being quite thick). The previous weekend I'd been out shopping then visiting a friend wearing leggings and liked it, and had bought a few more pairs from ebay since then. I'd also bought some padded 'ballet' thongs, on the idea that they should be able to cover up the cb bulge where the cycle padding didn't. She told me that I should wear a pair when out shopping today, so I did and took some pictures.

As expected, I felt quite self-conscious walking around the town wearing them, and a few times considered that I'd gone too far and looked weird (no other guys wear anything similar in town). But there's also a thrill to it - they feel great, and afterwards I feel I've achieved something.

Cum in spikes

For much of the week my Mistress's cock was left unsecured - I was not allowed to touch it, but it wasn't locked up.

On Wednesday I had to go for an STD screening (for which I didn't want to be locked in a cb!) and went out wearing some tight Lycra leggings.

I like wearing stuff like that out, and so far it's not caused any problems. While I was at the clinic, a nurse asked me if I'd cycled in (they were cycle leggings) and I said no but didn't offer a good explanation as to why I was wearing them.

I've ordered several more pairs like that, so may be doing that more often.

Mistress Sarina instructed me that once I return home from the STD screening I should lock on a small chastity device with spiked cockring. It had been good being 'free' but I wasn't surprised to have to lock up again. The device did seem small and tight, and the 'teeth' of the rings bit in when I got horny (which is suitable punishment for getting horny). Mistress requires that I'm touching myself whenever we're chatting online - this means when free I can get hard and edge myself, but when locked means I have to stroke my balls and tease myself without the same resultant pleasure, just the frustration. But overall, I'm pleased I get the variety of situations.


Yesterday evening while on camera chat, she instructed me to unlock the cb but keep on the spiked cockring. I did so and started stroking - then the pleasure of touch was worth the discomfort of feeling the spikes. She told me to continue, and both the pleasure and pain increased... I knew the 'spikes' in the cock ring weren't enough to cause any real harm, but they were far from comfortable when hard.

Then she told me that I could cum if I wanted to, but it would have to be while wearing the spiked cockring, and that if I did not cum I would probably not be allowed to for the next few weeks. That alone drove my hardness, so hearing that while stroking made me so hard and caused the teeth to dig in so hard - such a complex mix of pain and pleasure.

I knew I had to cum - it would be worth the pain to avoid a few cumless weeks. So I breathed heavily as I stroked the hard cock in my hand, focusing on the pleasure and trying to block the pain. I felt the orgasm build from deep in my loins, stoking gently in a futile attempt not to get over-hard.

I moaned deep as the cum shot through and fired out the top of the cock, feeling the pleasure and pain in a confusing blend. It was a good strong orgasm, and it had been 10 days since I'd had another so there was lots of cum to pulse through.

Soon I was sitting in a puddle of my own cum, and as the bliss of orgasm subsided, the torture of spikes continued. Mistress allowed me to remove the ring, so I put my fingers over the spikes to stop their tourment.

I was very thankful to Mistress to have allowed me to cum after so long denied. Having to ensure the pain while cumming did give me a sense of 'earning' the cum, and that pleasure is more worthwhile if you have to endure something to get it (which I guess is what chastity is all about). I wouldn't want to only ever cum in spikes, but it was a hot experience having to do it. Not to mention, Mistress seemed very turned on hearing my moans of pain and pleasure :-)


In a few weeks Mistress Sarina and I will meet up, so we've been talking about the sort of things we might do together, which is quite exciting!

Ruin and leggings

All week I was not locked in a chastity device but had padlocks locked through my Mistress's cock, as a reminder of her property. She has instructed me that I am not to touch it (except in shower) but that I must stroke and edge while chatting online to her. That gets me horny, of course, but also gives me a horniness feeling that I don't get when in chastity - strong desire to cum, and so a strong feeling that I'm obeying her by not doing so.

On Friday while chatting, she instructed me to get to the edge, as she often does. So I was stroking a full erection. But then, to my surprise, she told me to cum! And a second later, that I should ruin it! So I first had a sense of excitement that I was going to cum, which turned quickly to a sense of duty that I had been instructed to ruin it and that's what I would do. As I felt the cum building and flowing, I let go and the spurts shot away with no orgasmic pleasure.

I did feel a bit dazed and disconnected afterwards. I don't think that was the ruin, I think just the result of cumming as it had been 5 days. Having to ruin was in a sense a disappointment, but it's so much a gesture of submitting control to my Mistress, which is more important. And it means when I cum properly it will be because she has chosen that I should do so.

In the morning, Mistress decided I should be locked into a chastity device and there should be some spikes involved, so I put on my small steelheart with blunt nubs and spikes around the cockring - the ring is usually harmess, only gets painful when I'm quite hard in there. I've not worn it that often, so the fact that it's coming into Mistress's list of things she can order me to do means that it will get a good 'road test'.

I wore it all day, overnight and all the next. It didn't cause any problems, except for when I was lying in bed in the morning, thinking horny thoughts, getting hard and feeling the spikes dig in. I quickly had to try to think of other things and make it go down. This is real remote control, that she can prevent me from thinking horny things even without knowing I'm doing it. It felt more frustrating and controlling, and at the same time I was both pleased and pained by being controlled that way.

I was out shopping yesterday, and Mistress decided that she would choose what I was going to wear. She picked out a one piece swimsuit and some leggings. I could (for most of the time) wear a jacket over the top but unzipped when in shops. In order to hide the bulge of the cb (mostly the lock) I wore a 'dance belt' padded underwear used by ballet dancers - not sure how I would have been able to wear the leggings without it.

The shopping trip worked out well. I've not often gone into town wearing any Lycra gear but the leggings did feel good (had two pairs on since it was cold).

So today when I went on a train journey to visit a friend, I wore the leggings again. I've done that before and covered up before I met him, but today I let him see them. He didn't even notice! Even when I pointed them out he wasn't alarmed - acknowledged they were unusual but didn't seem concerned to be seen out with me.

He was unaware that the leggings were ordered by my Mistress (at least, they were the day before) and that I was locked in a spiked chastity device underneath!

Butt plug collection

Mistress Sarina asked me to summarise my plug collection.

All these are ones I can get in, at up to 1 1/4 inch at widest. I have others that are too big for me to get in.

The 10 euro note is to give an idea of scale.

The following are two steel plugs which I find quite comfortable and stay in place quite well. They are ones I've worn both at home and when I've gone out, and so far neither have fallen out at the wrong time.

These are prostate massagers. The white one I can leave in and sit on, but the red one has too much of a tail to sit on it. However, I've not (yet) been able to generate cum through prostate massage.

This is a dildo designed for use with a strap-on harness. It doesn't stay in, but is the longest device I have and still quite comfortable.

This is a 'rattler' plug with a steel body and base but connected by a rubber tube (very well secured). The steel tube has a ball inside so rattles - in theory like a vibrator as you walk, but it's not that strong.

This is a relatively short plug which stays firmly in place, so good for jogging but not comfortable long-term.

This is a nice rubber plug, comfortable but has fallen out due to being quite flexible and slippery when lubed up.

This 'finger' is very narrow and doesn't stay in, but nice to sit on - very easy to get in.

This is made of some form of hard plastic, but quite comfortable.

This is rubber, quite comfortable and stays in fairly well.

Change of locks

Yesterday Mistress Sarina wanted us to spend some time online together, and this was after 9 days locked in cb (briefly released a few days ago but only for edging) and 10 days without cumming - both records for me - so I was optimistic of some form of relief.

She had me unlock but not touch, and a while later allowed me to touch and edge myself - but of course no cumming until she commanded. It did feel good to be able to touch and play, but I didn't know whether this would end in cumming, ruining or relocking. Eventually she told me to get to the edge, then hold it, then stop, then return to the edge... and finally to cum! Very messy, lots of cum, lots of orgasm! Felt quite dazed for a while afterwards.

She said I could be free of chastity for a while, but instead I should put some piercing padlocks through the piercings in her cock and I should put the keys into the safe she remotely controlled. It felt right that even though I was out of chastity I still had locks that she controlled reminding me of my status.

She gave me the following standing orders:

• No cumming without explicit permission, ever
• No touching Mistress's cock (her property) without permission except:
• At a public urinal
• In shower, where I may touch and play and edge, but not cum

She told me at night that I should edge before sleeping, and in the morning I could cum in bed before getting up, then to wear rubber underwear. The next day when I told her I was going jogging she told me to cum into the rubber underwear and wear it jogging, so I spent most of the rest of the day in lubed up cum'd up shorts - a nice reminder of my Mistress.

As it was Valentine's day, Mistress requested a 'surprise' so I wrote her a kinky story.

Butt plugging and things

Mistress Sarina has started another phase of taking control of me and my body - yesterday she told me to put in a buttplug. Plugging (especially moving around on the plug) always gets me quite horny, so quite a torture to have to do it while still locked in chastity.

I wore it about 3 hours. After the initial discomfort and horniness, it settled in to being 'always present' but not causing any problems. As with many other aspects of what we do, it's quite horny for me to know I'm enduring this invader because it's Mistresses wish that I should do so, and I can only obey her.

As that was successful, she's decided that I'll be butt plugged when I go out to a munch this evening. That will be interesting - chatting to people about kinky matters while I'm plugged up and locked up. I expect some of those conversations will be telling friends what's happening to me :-)

It's now been a week since I last cum. I get hard often and was briefly allowed out of cb recently, but have not been permitted to cum - only to generate lots of pre-cum as I get horny. I do feel like I want to cum, but the desire to obey is a much stronger feeling, so I have no problem (so far) putting up with the horniness and awkwardness caused by wearing a cb. I wonder how I'd feel if I were in the same situation in a month or so, but for the moment it's only a positive thing.

When Sarina first started controlling me, she had me add a ribbon around my ankle as a token of control. Since then I've gone through another two stages of submission to her - I've given her ownership of my cock and myself, and I've given her control of the safe keeping my chastity device keys. So she's had me add another two ribbons around my ankle - now have three of them (so far) as a reminder of her control and ownership.

Out of cb!

Tonight Mistress Sarina told me she would remove my chastity device!

She authorised my safe to open, and I took out the cb key. I unlocked the cb and for the first time in 5 days her cock saw the light of day. She allowed me to lube it and touch it.

It did feel good to touch! Of course, I was instructed not to cum, so I stroked it and it got hard. Meanwhile she was watching on Skype and I could hear how she was enjoying seeing the frustrated cock free of cage.

Earlier on she'd talked about breaking my record of 6 days locked in a cb, so I thought it likely she would tease me and make me edge but not let me cum. So even though it was hot to be able to touch, I didn't really feel it was like being free and working up to blowing my load. So I kept myself stimulated and hard which felt good but somehow knowing it was a tease made it more about an act of submission than of possible sexual fulfillment. A few times I found I was losing hardness, and realised that I wasn't thinking kinky thoughts in the way I would be doing if I thought I was going to be allowed to cum.

But the important thing was that Mistress was enjoying my hardness and frustration - she knew I would do whatever she ordered. I could hear her excitement through Skype, and as I stroked her cock I heard her cumming, which made it all worthwhile.

Once she had got what she wanted, she ordered me to go give her cock a good clean, then lock it up again.

My role in that activity was to get her hot and horny, which made me just a toy in her toybox to get her off - I quite like that idea, and it turns me on too to know I'm so much in her control and nothing but her plaything.

Options

Mistress Sarina gave me a choice... either she would let me unlock the cb and touch and edge her cock for a while, then when I'm on the edge she would decide if I could cum or I should lock up again without cumming ... or... she would go onto a Skype call with me and watch while I used whatever instruments I like to try to get myself as horny as possible (while staying locked and not cumming) and she would arouse herself and push herself over the edge while watching, which I'd be able to listen to.

So this was a choice of, on one side possibly cumming but not having her cum, and on the other, definitely not cumming myself but having her cum and listen to it.

I thought about it, and the opportunity to cum was attractive, but I felt the other option was the right thing to do - choosing the one that would give my Mistress pleasure even if only more frustration for me.

So that's what we did - I used a vibrator on the cb to frustrate myself even more, while Mistress enjoyed watching my futile efforts to cum. Unfortunately the Skype call cut out as she was cumming, but she told me it was a strong one, and that made it all worthwhile.

Mistress

As it had been a week ago that I had offered control of my cock to Miss Sarina, she and I had a conversation about how we felt things were going between us, and we both thought very well.

We discussed extending her ownership, and she suggested that we do so without a defined end date. That would effectively mean me being owned indefinitely - a scary prospect. I thought it over, but couldn't see any reason to put a time limit, I was finding her control of me very horny and didn't want it to end. So I agreed to that.

She then said that it would mean I would become her submissive, and she would become my Mistress. That sounded like a big jump, but yet a natural one and one I wanted to happen. The prospect got me very horny and hard in the chastity device she'd kept me locked in.

So now I am submissive to a Mistress who owns me!

Even though I'm so horny now and have no idea when I'll get my next orgasm, I have complete faith in Mistress and know she's looking after me and my needs.

Chastity lockup

Last night Miss Sarina decided that I should be locked in a chastity device. Up to then I'd been waiting for a sore to heal and needed to confirm suitability of some new piercing jewellery which would go inside the device.

I had expected that a lockup would be due but it still feels like a big step. I'd not felt the enclosure of a cb in a while - but more importantly, I'd generally been in control of it when it happened.

She asked if I needed a time limit for the lockup. I thought (and told Miss) that whenever I've done this with online orders before, I've always felt the need to specify a time, but since our interaction and her management of me had been so good up to now, I said I would trust her to judge when it was right for me to be locked and unlocked. I would have expected myself to be quite scared and nervous saying something like that but I wasn't, and I think that was down to my trust in her.

She had used my MortiSafe to secure a padlock in the end of the cock that she now owned and controlled. She authorised the safe to be opened so I could remove the key and remove the lock, which would have got in the way of the cb. By this time, her cock was very hard at the anticipation of what was going to happen to it - about to be locked down in a steel prison for an unknown time. I was so horny then, and would have loved to stroke her cock, but knew I had orders against it.

I had to wait until the erection went down sufficiently to squeeze the tube onto it. It did feel good, having the steel pressed around the hard cock. I pushed the parts together and put the lock in place. The cock tried to get harder as soon as it was locked down, and I knew I'd be feeling that a lot in the next days - the futile pulsing of a trying-to-engorge cock against steel.  It seemed like a much more solid statement of submission to Miss, and felt the right thing to do.

She suggested locking the key away, I suggested keeping it available for the first day or so just in case of teething troubles, she said that would be okay but she'd like to have it locked away for the next few hours, so I let her secure they keys in the MortiSafe - my first time locked, keyless and under control - and horny with no way to satisfy it.

She proceeded to send me pictures she found arousing and asked me to send her ones that I liked, and then we talked about them. The browsing process and then describing the pics and speculating the situation of the people in them was quite an erotic process, which had me getting hard many times and emphasized my helpless state.

Finally she unlocked the safe, just to give emergency access to the key, and sent me off to bed still horny. I lay in bed with my steel bedfellow protecting me from myself, wondering how long I'd be kept locked but knowing that this form of control would only be replaced by another form later.

I've considered that this is the sort of situation I've always thought I wouldn't want to be in, locked up and horny and having no idea when I'll be set free - but now I'm here, I can see no negatives, mostly because of my trust in Miss. It seems my orgasms are much safer managed in her hands than in mine.

Review

I had a discussion tonight with Miss Sarina about how we felt things were going, as we'd been in contact for about a week. I said that it seems to be fulfilling my desire for submission in a fairly ideal way - she'd not been too pushy about anything but not been to easy either - just the right balance.

Early on, before she took control and ownership of the cock, she said she would prefer it if I did not cum without permission. Although that wasn't an order for me, I found it very compelling, and the shame of admitting I'd cum was a lot greater than the desire to cum. That was the start of feeling the desire for submission.

Then I gave her ownership of the cock and balls attached to my body, and I put a padlock through a piercing to mark the fact. I felt that was a strong symbolic gesture, both giving it up and having the padlock in place. Now whenever I feel an urge to touch it, I hold back because I know I'm not permitted and I don't want to let her down by disobeying her.

For the next few days I was not allowed to touch except a few times when I was told to play but when I got to the edge of orgasm, I should stop. That was quite frustrating, building up to the point of shooting but not following through. However, it felt right as a gesture of submission, and doing what I was told was more important than blowing my load, and the knowledge that I was being denied under orders made the cock I wasn't allowed to touch very hard and in need of being touched!

At about the point that I was wondering how long the denial would continue, she ordered me to cum after a lot of edging - a very large wet load! The orgasm itself wasn't that strong but I had quite a sense of relief and relaxation after it. But it didn't stop there, over the few days I was ordered to cum about 6 times. I realised Miss was doing 'feast and famine', at first denying my cum and then making me do it over and over. The first few cums were easy and a pleasure, but later it got more of a challenge - and then the same feeling came out, of needing to fulfill the order I'd been given. Either way, it was submission and it was a turn on for me. Even knowing that I could be ordered at any time to cum yet again got me horny.

Some of those cums were while I was at work - she would send me a message on my phone to cum within half an hour, and send her a picture of the cum. I had cum in work a few times in the past, but it was always a nervy experience. The idea of doing something so rude and kinky in such a mundane place has always got me hot, but in some way cumming there is not such a sexual experience but one of duty (at the least, it needs to be quick and not savoured) and such a 'naughty thrill'.

Some of those cums, I was required to eat the resultant sperm. I generally hate eating cum as it's a horrible taste and texture, but I do find it a very strong submissive act, so was 'pleased' that she ordered it. It was just as nasty as I expected, but it's a reminder that it's all about submission, and even knowing I was about to get a mouthful of cum got me horny and assisted with the shoot.

Some of those cums had to be ruined. I find it easy to ruin a cum - where I jerk off to the point of cumming but let go just as it's spurting out - lose quite a lot of the orgasm sensation. So it becomes less a sexual act and much more yet another act of submission - and once again, doing it under orders is quite horny for me.


For the last week Miss has been picking out the underwear I should wear for the day. I have lots of pictures of my underwear on my website - tight shorts, thongs, jogs and various strange things. It's been quite nice, being told each day which of them I should wear, then feeling the reminder all day. I've always been quite into 'clothing control' so like the idea of submitting in that way too, and it's nice regular interaction.

More cumming

Miss Sarina had me ruin an orgasm before work today, then messaged me in work to tell me I should ruin another orgasm. It felt like a potentially quite strong orgasm, but as it was ruined the pleasure was lost.

Failure

Today (Monday) Miss Sarina had me cum before work, and sent me a text during work that I should cum straight away - but I didn't see the text until nearly an hour later, so was late sending the picture of evidence of cumming.

As a punishment, I was due to go out in the evening but she specified I should cum in the toilets of the bar I was going to. I tried, but by the time I had the opportunity I had had a drink and was too tired to achieve an orgasm, so had to report my failure to Miss. It was a disappointment to fail her instruction, but she said the disappointment was in itself punishment enough. However, in addition I was to ruin any orgasms that she required I have tomorrow, including one first thing in the morning.