A ruined public toilet

I was locked in a chastity from Sunday to Wednesday, but when unlocked told not to cum until the next day (today) when it had to be done in a local public toilet and be a ruined orgasm - all orders from Hazel.

I planned to do so in the evening but had an online shopping delivery so couldn’t go out until that had been done. I like to wear something a little ‘unusual’ when getting deliveries (nothing too outrageous) so this time dressed in my onesie. I had a cockring and ballstretcher on underneath but it didn’t show.

Shortly after the (uneventful) delivery I adjusted my clothing and headed out. I removed the cockring and ballstretcher but kept on the onesie. I put the hood up and zipped it up to my chin, then put on a hoodie jacket and zipped that up to my chin as well. The onesie has a very white zip against the dark blue fabric but with the jacket zipped up it probably looked like tracksuit bottoms (with a white crotch zip!) I was well wrapped with my face only just looking out through 2 hoods, which represented my state of nervousness knowing what I was going to do.

When I got to the toilet I took off the coat but kept the onesie on, partly for warmth but also for that enclosed feeling. The zip has a zip runner at the crotch so I could open a hole for cock access without removing anything.

I lubed up and started stroking my cock. I had been allowed to touch it ever since I unlocked (midday yesterday) and had been playing plenty with it, always knowing at the time I would not be allowed to cum. It was a horny but ultimately futile and frustrating experience, playing without the usual happy ending, but it reminded me of the control I was under. But now I was facing a whole different experience, also horny and futile and frustrating, since I had to ruin my orgasm – play with my cock up to the point of no return but then let go and allow the cum to dribble out of my cock without any of the usual orgasmic sensations I’d been deprived for over 4 days now.

I rubbed my lubed up cock. I’d noticed how it had got more sensitive recently, which may have been due to the chastity lockup or more likely to the lack of cum. That sensitivity came in handy as it rose to the occasion quickly. I thought about my situation, under orders to cum but not enjoy it, sitting on a the rim of a cold public toilet. I felt the rush of cum, for the first time in 4 days, but once its destination was inevitable, I stopped rubbing my cock and let it gush out unorgasmically onto my hand. It was a huge delivery but a very unsatisfying one, the ‘ruin’ was most effective.

I tidied up, washed my hands and left. On the way back I didn’t put up either hood, and wore the jacket unzipped, displaying the brilliant white zip right down my front, obviously a onesie to anyone looking. My relatively relaxed appearance fitted with the change of mood I find after cumming after a while of not doing – I lose tension and feel more at ease. No-one noticed (or at least no-one commented) on my being out wearing a onesie (albeit with a jacket over) which I don’t think I’ve ever done before.

My ‘reward’ for this task fulfilment is that later in the evening I was allowed to have a single normal orgasm, but then nothing after until I see Hazel on Friday (which would probably become Saturday as we’re out Friday evening). Hot and horny times :-)

3 days locked

Hazel and I had a nice evening on Saturday (she was kept blindfolded chained to a radiator overnight, which she seems to enjoy). On Sunday I asked Hazel to lock my small steelheart chastity device onto me. I suggested she lock me for 2 1/2 days (to Tuesday evening) and put the key in a combination key safe for which she could give me the combination Tuesday evening. She decided I should be locked for 3 days and she would take the key with her. Of course, I agreed.

I stayed locked and horny and frustrated for the next few days. 5am Tuesday morning I was woken by a particularly hard swelling in my tight device, a very good reminder of my locked up state which drove my horniness.

Tuesday evening I went to see Hazel. After some very pleasant pleasantries we moved to the bedroom. She had (on my advice) hidden my cb key somewhere in her house, safely out of my way so no risk I’d try to unlock myself. I wanted to give her some pleasure but my cock was unavailable so I did all I could with my fingers and tongue, which she seemed to enjoy :-) There is something hot for me about knowing I’m locked and unable to please myself and only there to give her 100% of my attention. Later she toyed with me, playing with my balls and using a powerful vibrator on my cock cage, which got me horny as ever trapped in there.

We discussed my unlocking. I thought she’d let me unlock and cum on the Wednesday morning, 3 days after she’d locked me. She agreed that she would let me leave with the key and I could unlock then, but I would not be allowed to cum. She originally thought that perhaps I should not be allowed to touch my cock until Friday but after some rethinking (perhaps influenced by my look of horror!) decided that I could play with my cock after unlocking but not to cum until Thursday evening. But not a straightforward cum, it must be done in a nearby public toilet and it must be a ruined orgasm! After I’d done that I could come home and (at least half an hour later) I would be allowed one normal cum at home. Then no touching until I see her Friday evening (when we’re going out, so in effect Saturday). I was very horny hearing what a cruel and frustrating and sexy time Hazel demanded of me. I think she pitched it as just the right level - a lot harder than I'd expected but still quite manageable and very horny.

I took a heavy chain with me, which I asked her to lock around my neck and I’d keep it on until I removed the cb (I’d keep key). She locked it but a little tighter than I’d expected, so a few links of the chain dangled and jingled very nicely, not an effect I’d noticed before. I went home, locked in cb and neck chain. It's nice that she appreciates that I don't have to be unlocked to have a fun evening - that aspect was quite hot for me, and I don't think she missed out at all.

So now, Wednesday afternoon (day off work), I’ve just unlocked the cb (neck still chained tho) and enjoying the freedom of my cock with the frustration of knowing I won’t be allowed to cum for over 24 hours, and then will be a ruined orgasm in a public toilet! I’ll get another cum then, but that will be my only single ‘proper’ cum between last Sunday morning at (at least) next Saturday morning. And this will mean 4 1/2 days without cumming, ending with a ruined orgasm - not done that in a long time!

Clubbing in a gasmask

Hazel and I went to a fetish club last night and spent the night before/after it in a hotel room.

In the room before the club I had Hazel naked and face-down on the bed, with some steel cuffs keeping her hands safely behind her back. She had kept a padlock in my cock piercing all week but had foolishly left the key lying around in the room so I was able to unlock it then make use of her prone state. Then I noticed my mark on Hazel’s ass was fading so had to update it.

We got dressed for the club. I was in my pink rubber neck entry shortie suit with a steel buttplug and small steelheart chastity device locked on under a tasteful banana yellow rubber jock. Hazel was in a very nice red and black corset which I enjoyed tightening for her, along with other matching bits including a short meshy skirt and a micro-hat – all very Christmassy.

The club was quite fun, lots of familiar friends there. Hazel got flogged a few times by a friend, and I dragged her around for a while on a lead and had her sat in a cage wearing a gasmask (not quite such a Christmassy look).

We fell to sleep in the hotel room. I was woken up in the small hours by someone sucking on my cock but I was still so tired I turned over and went back to sleep – that’s usually the other way around with us! Then later we woke and got more frisky – she suggested using duct tape on her which I’d not done before, but had a go at first giving her a tape gag then taping her hands together behind her back. I could see her sharp fingernails were still exposed so put on more layers of tape to protect myself from them. Once she was safely wrapped I made good use of the parts still exposed to me.

Later I played with the same parts with a glass dildo, my fingers, some vibrators and my fist. I watched as she slowly managed to pull her way out of the tape (quite hot to see).

As we packed up, Hazel asked if I wanted to be locked in something (as we’d talked about earlier). I declined, so went free of anything locked on me, which is unusual for me. I thought afterwards why I’d said that, and think it’s probably down to feeling rather drained with the start of a cold coming on so feeling less kink-oriented. I should ensure when I’m back to full heath that I don’t ‘escape’ unlocked again J

Ruin then eat

On Tuesday evening I felt the need for a little submission (I’d had the day off work so playing with my cock for most of the time) so I mailed Hazel and asked for recommendations for what I should do Wednesday evening (I was due to spend Thursday and Friday on ‘no cum’).

She replied suggestion I should cum twice, but the first should be a ruined orgasm and the second I should eat, and afterwards I should lock on a cock cage until Thursday, when I should wear a spiked cockring to work all day. These were an excellent set of suggestions which I agreed to, knowing I would dread them later but finding it horny to agree to at the time.

I ruined an orgasm Wednesday lunchtime – always pitiful seeing your gobs of cum drip from your cock without any orgasmic rush involved! Then in the evening I wanked knowing the inevitable result would be a nasty taste in my mouth. But the knowledge that I felt under orders spurned me on to shoot into my palm then into my mouth. It was disgusting, as expected.

Then I locked on a large cock cage. I still have a padlock in my PA piercing to which Hazel has the key, so have to use a large cage to take the size of lock as well. That will stay in place until at least midnight, then tomorrow I have the ‘joy’ of wearing spikes all day to work. My spiked cockring is not too severe so I expect it will be okay unless I get horny, but will be a good reminder of my submissive status all day.

Chained up in bed

I missed out an interesting segment of the last posting. Hazel and I were taking a nap in bed together on Sunday afternoon. I got to thinking about the room she sleeps in with chains locked to the radiator, which gave me an idea.

I slipped out of bed and went to that room. I took a chain and a combination lock and put the chain around my neck (loosely) secured with combination lock which I couldn’t see so would be trapped there. Then I added a hood with built in blindfold and handcuffs, then curled up in bed.

I had no idea how long I’d have to lie there until Hazel woke, noticed I’d gone, checked around and found me secured in the spare room. I also had no idea what the time was as I was blindfolded and was dozing off and waking randomly. There were various ways I could have freed myself in an emergency but I decided to stay put until found.

I considered locking my hands behind my back rather than in front, but decided against it as it could get uncomfortable, I had no idea how long I’d have to stay that way, and it would be considerably more difficult to free myself (hinged cuffs). The main reason why I would usually need to secure my hands behind my back was not in this case relevant as I was still locked in a chastity cage.

I got up to use the toilet. The chain was long enough for me to reach the bathroom, but only just. It was an interesting process, doing that while blindfolded and handcuffed, but I managed it okay and returned to bed.

Eventually I heard distant movement and a voice of surprise seeing me chained up. Hazel worked through my various bondage items one by one and eventually I was free. It turns out I’d been there at least an hour, I was quite surprised.

More radiator fun

Hazel and I met on Saturday. We’d talked earlier about sometimes having a more ‘normal’ relationship, so I didn’t leap to chain her up as soon as she came in the door. Instead we ordered pizza and watched “Monsters Inc” DVD like normal people. Not surprisingly, before the end of the night we did get a little frisky together, and one thing led to another…

Eventually we slept, Hazel in the spare room as she likes to do. Early morning I heard some rattling and had to investigate – Hazel in the night had used the chains left locked to the radiator and put one around her waist and another around her wrist, both locked on (although the keys were about). It seems she couldn’t keep away from the idea of being chained into slavery.

Of course, I had to take advantage of her situation. I added a pair of handcuffs, then another pair (this time hinged) then some leg-irons. Of course, with the chains she had far too much freedom so I attached the handcuffs directly to the radiator pipe. In the cramped room she had no option but to stay with her head on the floor and her arse in the air (naked, of course). This gave me a great opportunity to tinker with her nicely presented pussy... I slipped in a finger, then another… soon my full hand was working her pussy while the other was tickling her clit, which generated some delicious moaning , crying sounds from the helpless slave.

Once she recovered I released her from the radiator floor (but not from anything else) and made us a cup of coffee. Not wanting things to be too easy, I left it outside her room which turned out to be just a little too far for her chains to reach. But with a little struggling she managed to grab it.

I was planning on going to Heros, a skintight club, with a friend in the evening. I suggested to Hazel that I should be locked in cb for the trip, which she agreed would be a good idea. She did suggest leaving it on me for the week (until a fetish club on Friday) but after negotiation agreed not to – but I thought it would be good to have something locked onto me for the week. I hit on the idea of putting a padlock through my PA piercing to which she could keep the key all week, then I added a large chastity cage which was big enough to accommodate my cock with the lock in the end, which I could wear for the evening with key at home.

While we were playing around and I was wanking while Hazel pulling on my balls (which is a lot nicer than it sounds!) I had the strange experience of cumming just a little and feeling like it wasn’t finished so kept playing until about 10 seconds later I cum fully. Very odd to cum in parts like that, I’ve very rarely experienced it. Hot though :-)

However, I got a call from the friend that he wasn’t up to going so I stayed at home. Hazel took advantage of the opportunity to tease me while locked (a caged blow job just isn’t the same).

I even tried putting a condom over the cage and having frustrating sex, but it was hard to get the angle right. She released me eventually and we settled down to another DVD.

Then on Tuesday I had the day off work and needed to go shopping, so made an ‘event’ of it. I was in spiked cockring and steel buttplug under rather tight wetsuit under cotton boilersuit, and went out like that. It was hot feeling the tightness of the suit and the presence of the plug all the time, for about an hour.

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.

To cum or not to cum

I’ve had a tough time under orders over the last few weeks (spent a week not allowed to touch myself in my own home) so requested having a few days of ‘free access’ just to remind myself what I’m missing, from after Hazel on Tuesday up to Friday clubbing. However, I foreshortened that by suggesting to Hazel that I be locked up all day Friday, and she further foreshortened it by then instructing me not to touch myself from 7pm on Thursday.

So Tuesday evening I started with making the most of my freedom. I cum once then, then 3 times on Wednesday (before work, at lunchtime, early evening) and twice on Thursday, at lunchtime and the last being half hour before my deadline.

I actually thought I’d cum more than that but somehow didn’t feel the same drive as I used to. Curious, I do wonder if the orders regime has ‘reprogrammed’ me to be less used to unrestricted playing? Did find none of the orgasms very strongly orgasmic, although all of them worth having! They were all white (tend to find if I cum a lot it goes more clear, running out of sperm I guess).

I expect I’ll be fairly well controlled over the weekend then not sure about next week, possibly back to orders from master and mistress, so I expect I’ll get to look back fondly on these few unrestricted days…

Chilling out

On Monday I went to the regular local munch, with rubber teeshirt under normal teeshirt as I often do. Only this time I was still in the chastity cage which Hazel had locked onto me Sunday morning with her own combination lock, which I’d had to wear overnight (horny 5am awakening) and to work. And also the neck chain also locked Sunday morning with her combination lock, hidden under my shirt at work.

After an appropriately boozy munch, I took Hazel back to my house. We both had the next day off work so planned a lazy day together. She unlocked my chastity device for a ‘more comfortable’ night of sleep (and perhaps some other things).

I woke early morning and started to put 2 and 2 together… I was unlocked with a raging hard-on and I had this sexy naked girl in my bed who was just starting to stir awake. Soon she was made a lot more awake by an experience which she seemed to enjoy so much more than her alarm clock!

After breakfast, I asked her to restrain me in a neck-to-wrist restraint which she dutifully locked onto me. This got my naked cock hard again and well out of my reach, which amused her that she could tease it without my hands getting in the way. I was able to demonstrate the benefits of having me secured, first with my tongue then when she was sitting on top of me using me as a dildo.

Later we went out to watch a film at the local cinema. I instructed her to skip the underwear part of her dressing, since I had plans to make best use of the darkness of the back row of the cinema. However, when it came down to it the cinema (on a Tuesday afternoon, although a school holiday) was too busy and not dark enough to get away with anything other than holding hands.

When we got home I offered to put Hazel into a dog cage that I know she’d been keen to try out. She likes playing as a little girl so bought a colouring book to pass the time. She also liked the idea of being a bear (teddy bear I think) so zipped on a fur fabric bear onesie I have. I put her in the cage and locked it up while I worked at my computer. She did her colouring in then had a nap and was caged for about an hour.

We went out for Tapas and discussed the club night we were going to on Friday. I said that I thought I should be locked into my chastity device on Friday morning so she could keep me secured for the club. She agreed but added that I should not touch myself from 7pm on the Thursday, which I wasn’t expecting but found the idea got me horny (much of the stuff she says has that effect) so I agreed.

I called a taxi for her and sent her home. Most of the ‘dates’ we’ve had have been organised around an event we’ve been going to but today was just ‘chilling’ together. I saw it as a bit of a ‘test case’ of how we’d get on just together for a whole day, not being in bed all the time but doing ‘normal things’ together. It turned out very well, didn’t feel forced, just a nice time in nice company. That’s a very good sign J

Of straitjackets and Erotica

I met up with Hazel on Saturday evening and we went for a meal in a local restaurant. I decided to treat her to an extra-nice experience when we got home so I said to her, “I’m going to be nice to you, but don’t get used to it!”

Shortly after she got in the door, I told her to strip off all her clothes. She looked appropriately apprehensive about what was to come, and even more so when I blindfolded her. I knew she was keen to try my straitjacket so when I got it out I made a point of shaking it to make a fun rattling noise to build her fear of what was to come.

Before too long I had her strapped up in it and could see the subspace in her expression, she was feeling very secure. I had her kneel down and explained to her that now she was my girlfriend she would have to comply with all the girlfriendly duties as explained in the handbook. She seemed to understand when I unlocked my chastity device and put my cock to her lips…

Later I wired her up to my TENS unit while she was still blinded and straitjacketed. She’s used to her own TENS unit, but used to having control of it. She said it was quite strange not being able to control the shocks and having to put up with whatever setting I chose to shock her at.

Then later I knelt her down again, explained again about her duties and told her to open her mouth. But this time I put a strawberry covered in cream into it, and explained one of her duties was eating nice things J

Various play ensued, but eventually I released her from bonds and we went to bed. But late at night (quite possibly while being poked in the back by me) she woke and decided she’d have a more comfortable night sleeping in the straitjacket, so I strapped her up again and she snoozed away in bondage.

In the morning I told Hazel about my fantasy of being in bondage and played with while knowing that I was going to be locked in a chastity device before I would be released (a common horny theme for me). She’s such a nice girl she agreed to tease me ruthlessly J 

I put on the base ring of my chastity cage (one from ebay secured with a padlock) so it would be easier for her to fit the cage later. Then and she strapped me into the straitjacket and blindfolded me. She put me through various horny situations – touching me, licking and sucking me, forcing me to lick her, biting and scratching me. For a while she left me and went off to do other things. I drifted off into subspace, knowing I had no option but to dutifully wait for her to return. Eventually she returned and continued to tease and torture me. Then she decided I’d had enough and, after quite a while to wait for my boner to subside, slid on the cage. She set a combination padlock to her own combination and secured my cock with it.

We went out to Erotica, a kinky trade show in London. It was in a smaller venue than previous years and many of the companies we’d seen there in the past were no longer present – a sign of the times. We bought a few interesting toys, some with batteries, some with remote controls, and I got her a birthday present, a double-pinwheel attachment for her EStim device.

I was wearing a rubber suit, sleeveless with legs to my knees, trying to hide the bulge of the cock cage still secured on me. For a while I wore on top of it a purple camouflage zentai suit, full body covering except for small eye holes. Hazel was kind enough to padlock me into it (she finds zentai a bit odd but puts up with my kink for them).  That got a lot of odd stares and a few comments from the other attendees.

Hazel was in a meshy black top with a short black skirt and fishnet tights. The tights had a dense ‘panty’ part at the top so there was no need for any underwear (I’ve been training her not to wear any). For a while during the event she was also in a collar and a lead, which I was holding to drag her through the crowds.

Just before we left, Hazel decided the tights were getting too annoying as they kept sliding down, so decided to remove them. On the journey home she now felt quite self-conscious as there was only the very short skirt hiding her modesty and nothing underneath. I, on the other hand, found it very erotic that her fun parts were only about half an inch out of view of the general public. I had to stand behind her as she went up stairs and escalators to avoid showing herself to the world. I said she was very brave to do something that I found so horny, although she did think that she had no option as she had nothing else to wear.

We made it home safely without causing any major scandals.

Drunken messages

Friday my orders were to cum once, still not in the house. Since I’d be going out in the evening I thought my only chance to obey the orders would be at work. So I very nervously snuck out to the toilet during the morning and started tugging in a place where such things really shouldn’t go on. I got distracted by nearby noises and gave up, but later returned in the afternoon and managed a very rushed and not very satisfying shoot using hand cleaning gel, then tidied up very quickly.

I was out in the evening, telling friends about my new girlfriend and bar-hopping until I got too drunk to continue. A little hung over, I checked my phone to discover the drunken messages I’d been sending Hazel overnight. My last order of the current set was to cum in the shower then lock on a cb. I spent a leisurely time in the shower playing and eventually blew my load, cleaned up and locked up.

During Saturday afternoon I went to the postoffice and picked up the chastity device that I returned to the maker to be modified (more of that in another post when I get some pictures). I went into the local shopping centre toilets but this time it wasn’t to wank – quite the opposite, it was to swap the chastity device I’d been wearing for the new one. It fit very well and the modification to make it more secure looked quite effective. I kept it locked on in preparation for seeing Hazel in the evening.

Less intense

Wednesday I was allowed to cum up to 3 times (none in the house) but didn’t get a chance for any.

Thursday my instruction was to cum up to twice (still none in the house), and one had to be ruined. I decided as soon as I got the order that the first cum I would have would be the ruined one (such a masochist!) and I worked out nearer the time that I’d only have time for one.

I took in a delivery of an online grocery order, and wore a tight metal ball stretcher under shorts just to make the process a bit more interesting. Once done, I pulled on a one piece boilersuit (actually a military tank suit) and headed out to a local public toilet with a bottle of lube, still ball stretched, feeling fairly self-conscious about what I was doing.

In the toilet I unzipped the boilersuit and was instantly naked above the ankles. I lubed up and started playing, knowing that I had to ruin my own orgasm. I tugged away thinking about past and future orders, and felt the cum building up. Just as it all started to happen I opened my hand and let the cum pulse through my cock without any further stimulation.

There was quite a cum delivery but very limited sensation as a result. It felt like it could have been quite an intense orgasm. If I’d been allowed to squeeze my cock at the right time I could have been crying out and shouting the building down with pleasure. Instead, I complied with my orders and just watched as my seed dripped uselessly from my cock. Clearly I’m under quite some mental control if I’m ruining my own experiences like this, but feel more submissive as a result.

I cleaned up, rezipped my boilersuit and headed home. Once again I felt a relaxed lightness leaving the toilet which was very different to the tension on the way there. So orgasmic relief seems to apply even when it’s ruined.

Intense

Tuesday and my order is to cum up to 5 times today, but all week I’m not allowed any sexual touching at all in my house.

My last cum was a fairly rushed and unsatisfying one on Thursday evening, and since then most of the time locked in chastity except for some play but no cum with Hazel. Before that my previous cum was twice last Tuesday (one in public toilet, once rushed before going out). Before that I think (so long ago!) I had a nice relaxing play on Saturday morning. That’s 10 days since I got to cum in a non-rushed situation!

To be fair, my original orders were more generous but happened to clash with previous arrangements for events I was going to, so had to fit orders around other things.

So today I have the day off work (using up leave before the end of the year) so my plan is to go out shopping and visit local public toilets where I’ll be allowed to cum for the first time in 5 days. I headed out in the afternoon wearing shorts and teeshirt – the weather was quite pleasant but with a significant chance of rain. I quite like getting rained on.

I went straight for the toilets in one of the local shopping centres, and when there I stripped off my shorts and teeshirt. I set up a camera in the corner then knelt on the floor naked, lubed up and started playing with my cock for the first time in what feels like ages. And before too long it happened…

After some lubing and rubbing and thinking of kinky things, I felt an orgasm build and a small blob of cum came out of my cock. But it didn’t feel like it was over, and as I continued a few seconds later, more came. But the second load was huge, it fired through my cock giving a very intense orgasmic feeling. Can’t recall the last time I had such a powerful one. I looked down to see a big puddle of very white cum splattered on the toilet floor.

I don’t know if the intensity was due to having not cum in 5 days or the teasing on the weekend, but something worked right. I’ve not cum for a week before and had nothing like that as a first cum.

I cleaned up and left. About half an hour later I tried again in a second public toilet in another shopping centre, but after a while it sounded like there was a queue for cubicles so I moved on to a third in a store, and there I cum again – not nearly as intense the first but still worth having!

Yippee

Tonight I asked Hazel to be my girlfriend, which she graciously (foolishly) accepted :-)

Pics on posts

I updated a bunch of previous postings with pictures, these should be the links to all the updates.

http://controllingmortice.blogspot.co.uk/2013/09/of-rope-and-straitjackets.html

http://controllingmortice.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/toilets-and-humiliation.html

http://controllingmortice.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/standing-up.html

http://controllingmortice.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/the-postman-always-rings-once.html

http://controllingmortice.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/nibbling.html

And a bunch of pics from my visit to FreestyleRopeArt:

http://gallery.mortice.org/cgi-bin/thumb.cgi?cat_fra=on

And the secret identity is...

I've been referring in this blog to 'Anna', but have now been authorised to reveal that it was actually 'Hazel' all along! Yes, someone you don't know is actually someone else you don't know - shocker!

She's started up her own blog (in which she refers to herself by her name, not surprisingly, hence the change of name on here) so you can read both my side and her side of the same experience. It's interesting to see the different details we pick out about the same

http://purplewit.blogspot.co.uk/

Rope!

On Sunday Anna and I went with Master and Mistress to a rope bondage workshop. It was a lot of fun, initially for me watching Anna get tied up and teased (I helped with the teasing but as she was blindfolded she may not know which bits were me) then later I got hogtied and drifted off into subspace listening to conversations about suspension techniques.

Later my Master and another rope expert tied Anna and I together. She was tied to a chair, I was blindfolded and tied down with my head between her knees. That was a very hot position to be in until Mistress ordered me not to touch her – frustrating! Then chocolates were put somewhere on her body and I was sent ‘truffle hunting’ to find them. I concentrated my searches in some areas more thoroughly than others, although the chair she was sitting on thwarted my investigations.

I was still locked in chastity device at this time, my key in a portable key safe with a combination lock set by Master. He gave it to a friend and told her that she had 3 guesses at the 4 digit combination and the number of guesses would determine how long I would have to stay locked in chastity!!! Fortunately she realised that he wouldn’t have set such an impossible challenge unless there was a reason she might succeed, and so knowing him she was able to guess the code he used on the 3^rd try. This resulted in me being locked 24 hours longer than previously planned, so I would be locked into Monday when I was scheduled to be on ‘no touch’ anyway – could have been a lot worse!

The postman always rings once

Anna and I stirred awake in bed at about 5am. I felt her claws scratching me (still not worked out if that’s pleasurable or not, but it’s quite painful) and when I ‘commented’ on it, she said something about mittens. So I upped and collected some equipment, and before too long she was not only buckled into mittens but they were tied to rope tied to the corner of the bed. I was impressed she was able to sleep comfortably quite a while strung up like that. She looks very sweet sleeping in bondage :-)

In the morning I asked her to zip me into a sleepsack if she was going to be busy for a while washing her hair or something. She put me into it but to my surprise she turned into a very efficient cock tease, keeping me secured except for my cock poking out of a convenient hole while telling me what a bad boy I was. I’d initially considered her as ‘just’ a sub, but clearly there’s more complex dimensions to her BDSM personality, which is very nice to know!

Part way through that scene there was a ring on my doorbell. I wasn’t expecting anyone and Anna couldn’t see through the window who it was so we ignored it. Later she found that it was a postman (postperson?) trying to deliver a package. I believe it was a chastity device that I’d returned to manufacturer for adjustment. My mind was racing then on what could have been a very hot scene – me blindfolded and helpless in sleepsack while she signed for the package, opened it, discovered a chastity device, happened to notice my unfettered cock and locked me up in a device I’d never seen before releasing me from bondage. This is the stuff of fantasy (plot of many stories), but very nearly became reality. Instead I’ll pick up package from postoffice on Saturday.

For lunch we met up with Master and Mistress, then went home for a ‘snooze with benefits’. While Anna was dozing (blindfolded and hands restrained together) I took the opportunity to slip into a zentai (full body Lycra suit) and padlocked the zips using a combination padlock at the back of my neck so I’d need her help to get out of it. I did wonder about the wisdom of doing that but only after I’d scrambled the dials. Feeling this wasn’t enough bondage, I put a ball gag and blindfold on myself then returned to bed.

Anna and I ‘discovered’ each other while both blindfolded, which was kinda fun. I removed my blindfold then pushed the ball of the gag I was wearing into her mouth, and unbuckled it from my head and buckled it around hers. I then took the leather cuffs restraining her hands around the back of her neck and secured them to the back of the gag, which she seemed to enjoy. I then got to do as much as I could with a tied up naked girl while I was locked in a full body suit and still locked in a chastity device.

Bastards!

The previous post got as far as Anna and I going to bed, me still locked in chastity device under orders from Master and Mistress.

This is where it gets complicated… Master had told me that Anna had the right to unlock my chastity device if she wanted to, but I was not to tell her that I knew this. Unknown to me, she had been told that she could remove my device as long as I asked her to, but she wasn’t allowed to tell me that. I guessed she would probably have been told something like that (thought it might be more explicit like ‘remove at midnight’).

So, she keeps hinting about don’t I want to be out of the device and that she could get the key and use it if I wanted her to. I think she’s been told she’s allowed to. I know she’s allowed to. I expect she knows I know, and I think probably she knows I know she knows I know. But the only thing we both know is that I’m not allowed to – I’m still under orders to stay locked.

While lying on top of Anna, doing as much as I could while locked, I burst out laughing and didn’t stop for several minutes, because I realised what an evil contrivance Master and Mistress had come up with! I was allowed to be unlocked and not break any rule, but only on condition that I tell Anna that I don’t want to follow their rules and I want her to unlock me. I had to be seen to break rules in order to follow them. I used the word ‘bastard’ several times!

I made my speech to her about how I didn’t want to follow their rules again and wanted her to unlock me, knowing I was complying with the rules in stating it. The cage slipped off and the evening got more fun!

Nibbling

Friday morning and orders to relock after showering. Seems like unlocked is the exceptional state now and locked is the norm. It’s certainly trained me out of any anxiety about wearing cb at work, I take it in my stride these days. I sometimes miss the days when if something sexy came across my mind I could just grab my cock and run with it to natural conclusion, but it’s been replaced by a dedication to submission to the control of others, which seems more worthy. I was considering my erection-to-orgasm ratio – used to cum as a result of getting hard, now I’m hard most of the time and cum relatively never. Seems to be going in the right direction! Sometimes do miss the freedom though.

Then in the evening I had a second date with Anna. We went out to a local restaurant. We have (so far) quite a physical relationship (hot!) so I see the importance of going out in public and putting a table between us and talking about ‘normal’ things. Then home for bondage and sex :-)

We went to a nice quiet local Chinese restaurant and settled in for crispy duck. Imagine our surprise when 11 close friends come in and sit at the next table! Of all the restaurants in town they choose there to celebrate the birthdays of two of the crowd. On the one hand, a little distracting to keep overhearing the next table talking about people we know. On the other, it’s nice to be seen out together, almost like a proper couple :-)

It was only later on I realised I should have commented on the spices of the food that the kinky group were eating and asked if they had a lot of 'vanilla' :)

We got home, opened a bottle of wine and settled down to watch a movie. Well, I say watch but Anna did spend some of the time blindfolded and in a neck-to-wrist restraints, which kept her hands out of the way and leaving the rest of her naked body open to some vibrator teasing and some face-poking with my chastity device.

Another time while I was lying on the sofa she was nibbling my side and back. Well, I say nibbling but more accurately she was biting deeply into my flesh, leaving marks that I expect to still see in a few weeks. Love the intensity of a bite in the right place. Some are erotically painful, some are just painful, but strangely don’t seem to mind either. And do love looking over the marks on my body ages afterwards. I’m hoping that I always get new bite marks added before the old ones fade.

Eventually, we got to bed, and all this time I was still following orders from Mistress and Master about being locked in my chastity device, which was, to say the least, frustrating for me and amusing for her.

Standing up!

My orders for Thursday are to stay locked until 7pm then from then til 8:30pm I can unlock, play and cum, then until 10pm I can play but not cum, then on ‘no touch’ but allowed to sleep unlocked.

However, I was going out to a talk in the evening and Mistress was dropping by my house to pick up a dog cage and some other play equipment from me for a weekend with friends so I didn’t know when I’d be able to fit in the orders too. Not to mention needing to unlock and clean up (been locked 2 days, hygiene challenge getting a bit noticeable).

I got caught up with chatting with Mistress (nice to catch up with her) then dashed down food. The time was closing fast when I had to head out to talk, so decided to unlock at 6:45pm (earlier than instructed). It was good to get free of device and have a grab of my cock at last! I worked it for a while and before too long shot a hard-earned splurge. However, it wasn’t a very orgasmic experience, possibly due to the rush, even though it was the first time in a few days.

I cleaned up and dashed out, and got to the talk in time. I knew I wouldn’t have the chance to enjoy the ‘play but no cum’ time, but I figured since I unlocked ahead of time that was appropriate justice. A friend asked why I wasn’t there at my usual early time. I said that a friend was picking up some things, I declined to mention it was my Mistress picking up bondage equipment :-)

While at the pub hosting the talk, I went into the toilets and pissed standing up. Standing up! Seems like years since I’d been able to do that in a public place due to what feels like the permanent fixture of the chastity device. I know it’s only a few days but surprising how it’s ‘settled in’.

Sleeping overnight unlocked was a novelty too. Of course, the usual challenge of waking up shouted at by my free cock demanding a touch it is denied, but it’s better than the 4am hard-on in cage.

No touching

Wednesday I woke up in chastity, once again. It’s becoming quite a pattern, and for my orders I’ll be waking in chastity 4 days out of the next 5. I get so horny first thing in the morning, waking locked really sets my brain up to understand that my sex and my self are no longer controlled by me. It’s a vicious cycle of horniness and frustration which I love to wallow in.

I’m due to meet Anna for a date on Friday evening. We’re both subs so in no position to order each other, but I said to her that I would make requests to her which she need not accept but if she does accept them then I expect her to comply with the request. She agreed in principle.

I’m due to be locked in chastity during our date which could get fairly frustrating for me (but not in a bad way) though a lot of fun for her as I’ll have somewhere to direct my pent-up sexual energy. So it would seem appropriate for me to request her not to touch herself sexually at all over Thursday or Friday! She agreed to that, so when we meet we’ll both have that ‘edge’ of needing release. Very interesting to see how that affects things. Although suspect by the end of the night (if all goes well) she’ll be rather more ‘released’ than I will!

Toilets and humiliation

My instructions for Tuesday are that up to 6pm I’m only allowed to cum in a public toilet (work doesn’t count) and a maximum of twice. Then from 6pm I have to put on cycle shorts and cum in them (no touching except through shorts) then take a picture, keep the sodden shorts on for half an hour, and afterwards lock on cb for the rest of the night.

I felt different Monday night and Tuesday morning… I would like to say it was due to not having cum since Saturday but suspect it was the psychology of that knowledge rather than anything biological. However, my cock felt that bit more sensitive and aware, requesting attention from me all the time.

This is complicated by the fact that I had an event to go to for which I needed to leave home at about 7pm. And there’s only one public toilet anywhere near my route from home to work, and I couldn’t visit it to cum in the evening after work and still satisfy the cycle shorts task and still go out in the evening. So my only option was to go out at lunchtime to cum.

So this is what I did… my colleagues in work often go out about the same time and in the same area, so I had to take a non-standard lunch break, which got a few odd looks but no questions. I went into the public toilet, bottle of lube in my pocket, dropped my trousers and started to play.

I pondered about this… I was not directly ordered to do this (only told I was allowed to cum up to 2 time), it was my free choice to sneak out of work and get half naked in a public toilet just to satisfy my base urge of jerking myself off and grunting out a messy load. That’s fairly degrading, quite humiliating. And even worse to tell the world about it! But that’s why I do it… love the control, being kept horny over the weekend, then allowed a precious orgasm only in a humiliating manner… those thoughts assisted me in generating the messy load in question.

And then I felt quite different in the afternoon (wonder if colleagues noticed it). A real sense of feeling ‘refreshed’ at having shot out the angst of frustration.

I have several pairs of cycle shorts but for my evening task I picked out a loose pair that had no padding which would be easier to rub through. I lubed up but found the friction meant it was very difficult to get anywhere rubbing through the shorts (worse than rubbing with hand without lube). I found the only way was a brief touch inside shorts to get me in a ‘state’ so I could then rub outside the shorts enough to achieve the require splurge of messy stuff all over the shorts.

Big damp patch on the shorts, although I'll admit most of that is lube which got spread around quite a bit. It was fairly sodden (cum and lube) damp and horrible for the half hour until I was allowed to remove them, clean up then lock up in steel chastity device, which will remain locked until Thursday.

I accept the observation that I 'cheated' this task by touching inside the shorts.

Horny weekend

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Underwear-less

I was under orders not to wear underwear all Friday.

In the morning I put on the suit trousers I’d been wearing previously and checked to make sure it was decent. You could tell by looking that I was circumcised, so thought that might not count as decent! Swapped to some baggier ones which were better.

In the office we occasionally have stand-up meetings during which everyone says what they’re up to. I called a stand up meeting in the morning for the express purpose of standing in front of people with no underwear on. It turned out not to be a kinky waste of time as we had useful discussions about what people were doing.

Despite my self-consciousness the rest of the day passed without note. I went out in the evening and remembered to honour the ‘no underwear’ rule, even skipping the cockring I’d often wear.

Too much rubber!

I had a horny evening and a horny night. Any time I even thought about anything sexual, the feeling of steel wrapped around my cock was a strong reminder of my status and what I’m not allowed to do – which made me more horny, and the cycle repeated. I woke at about 4am due to the pressure inside the steel tube and my cock’s refusal to go to sleep when I do, but I managed to calm it down and got back to sleep okay. That does seem to be happening less recently than when I first started sleeping in chastity.

Following orders, I pulled on some rubber shorts over my chastity device for an interesting day at work. It makes me feel quite self-conscious, the feeling of being constrained in two layers while I’m inches from ‘normal’ people who know nothing of my kink. I can sometimes hear my metal PA piercing ring knocking against the steel tube inside the rubber shorts inside my work suit – nothing I can do about it but so far no-one’s asked about it. One time when I sat down in a meeting I heard the noise of air escaping from my rubber, but don’t think anyone else noticed. And there’s an inevitable noise when I try to peel down the rubber to use the toilet. I hope our toilet cubicle is remote enough for no-one to hear it, but I’m not quite sure about that…

If I’d been told to do this a year ago I’d have said, ‘no way’, but today I’m doing what I don’t think I’ve done before, wearing cb and rubber to work. I feel I’m getting quite into hidden kink at work, I used to be so self-conscious about every move I made in case there was a tell-tale noise and I’d examine my clothes closely to see if any bulge was noticeable, but for both I’ve got a lot more chilled out now. Not that I take it lightly, it’s still scary wearing such weird stuff, just not as paranoid as I was about it. I hope it never becomes ‘normal’ for me (mustn’t do it too often) it’s the ‘forbidden’ nature that’s part of the thrill.

At 6pm I unlocked the cb but had to keep my cock in the rubber shorts, so was not allowed to touch it. I was allowed to group through the rubber but have to stop if I get hard from it – appropriate level of tease! I only got hard and horny a few times during that time (other things going on).

I put on a rubber teeshirt then normal clothes and went out to the munch where I met Mistress and Master. However, I was informed that since I was under orders I should not have added the rubber teeshirt, just worn the rubber shorts (we’d had a discussion about this before and I’d understood I could wear kinky things but that was meant as only when I wasn’t under any orders and I shouldn’t have ‘supplemented’ the orders that way). My punishment was to stand in a corner of the pub, fortunately facing outwards and was able to interact with others if they initiated it. They were kind and only left me there for 5 minutes (no-one spoke to me). But I was told as additional punishment I was not to wear any underwear the next day.

I was allowed to play at 10pm while at munch but I didn’t take the opportunity at the time (busy with other things and a bit drunk) and wasn’t explicitly ordered to do so. But in the morning (always horny in the mornings) I had a nice play and shot 2 days of frustrated load while thinking about what I’d been through and what I was going to go through without any underwear next day.

Double-day instructions

Tuesday evening I messaged Master and Mistress saying I’d not had any orders for nearly a week (although I did see them on the weekend) and asking if everything was okay. Later I received a text from Master with this set of orders for me:

* All Wednesday morning, no touching cock

* Midday, insert buttplug

* On the way home from work for lunch, don’t make eye contact with anyone

* At home, edge but don’t cum, then lock on chastity device and remove plug

* On the way back to work, make eye contact with everyone you pass

* During the day, sit for at least 5 seconds on someone else’s chair

* Stay locked and on ‘no touch’ until 6pm Thursday

* Wear rubber shorts as underwear all day

* 6pm to 10pm can feel cock but only through rubber shorts and stop if you get hard

* 10pm free access

I thought it was a very good set of orders. Quite a variety of activities (plugging and rubber), some quirky orders (eyes and chair) and all 4 food groups (no touch, touch but not when hard, play no cum and free access). I like that it’s multi-day too. Thursday evening Master, Mistress and I will be at the munch so the 10pm will be in the middle of that time.

I received this while at a technical presentation. At the time I was wearing loose trousers and underneath a heavy steel cockring with no underwear. The orders immediately got me hard and I had to calm down before I could have stood up – quite a nice potentially humiliating situation!

I could technically have cum before midnight Tuesday but at the time was a little drunk and out of it, so instead rolled through to the midnight no-touch zone.

Wednesday morning I considered the orders. I had to put a buttplug in while in work, so tried putting the plug in one trouser pocket and some lube in the other. When I tried sitting down the outline of a buttplug was clearly visible on my thigh! I mused over this problem and came across the idea of attaching the plug to my cock piercing with a padlock. That way I could hide it in the tight shorts I was wearing. I clicked it together and it seemed to work well.

Of course, on the way to work the plug slipped down my leg but fortunately it was caught by the bottom leg hem of my shorts so didn’t pull on cock too much. Through the morning it made some interesting bulges down my inner thigh but no-one seemed to notice.

At midday I slipped into the toilet and used the lube to push the plug into my arse. Don’t think I’ve ever done that in work before. I did try keeping my cock locked to the plug while it was in but found it was too tight to be comfortable for long. I wasn’t due to go to lunch until 1pm so had a pleasant time sitting at my desk clenching my buttocks and moving the plug in and out of me. At one point I realised I hadn’t cleaned the lube from the base of the plug, and sure enough when I stood up I spotted a damp patch on the chair! No-one noticed though.

I went home, remembering to avoid eye contact with people. That puts me in a more submissive frame of mind, even though I don’t tend to make much eye contact with people I pass in the street anyway. At home I quickly followed the instruction to get hard and stay hard and edge. That wasn’t difficult given the anticipation of imminent lockup, assisted by the plug still in me. At the last moment I stopped playing, got soft, locked on steelheart chastity device then removed buttplug.

During the return to work, with new bulge in trousers, I tried to look in the eyes of everyone who walked past me but I don’t think anyone noticed. It did feel a lot more ‘extravert’ than staring at my feet. The afternoon was fun, being very aware that I was locked up but no-one around me having any clue (I hope).

I looked for an opportunity to sit in a colleague’s chair. This sometimes happens naturally and I thought I could contrive it but the opportunity didn’t come up all day. I was in fear of failing the order (again!) but I happened to be the last person in my office so I sat in a colleague’s chair. I then found that I wasn’t the last one, but I don’t think he’d noticed what I did!

So now (Wednesday evening) locked up for another nearly 24 hours. There is something nice about being locked up by someone else’s orders (or just told not to touch), kind of like being ‘looked after’, seems a safer state than letting me get up to anything by my own choice. I think I’m a pushover for a stern instruction :-)