Monday:
Just when I think that Mistress LittleStar has run out of
new ways to torture me, she drops a bombshell like she did this morning.
She ordered me to meet her for breakfast and while we
were chatting, she says, “I have an assignment for you”. She usually says, “I
want you to do me a favor”, or “I need your help”, but this time it was an
assignment. They all mean the same thing. She knows I’ll do whatever she
wants, but when she says “assignment” it carries extra weight.
She paused and looked me straight in the eye and said, “I
want you to buy a CB-2000**”. I knew what it meant. She had decided to take
total control of my masturbation. The CB-2000 is a plastic male chastity device.
She laughed and said, “Try to find a pink one. I think
you’d look good in pink”. I was dumfounded, when she said “And I want you
to write about this experience”. She had a delightful laugh as she wrote out
my instructions on a piece of paper.
I got on line and ordered a hot pink CB-2000. It will be
delivered to The Overlook in about a week. I know she’ll call me and
cheerfully say, “It’s here”.
Then I’ll be locked into chastity and she’ll hold the
key. I don’t know long I’ll be kept this way, and I have mixed emotions
about it. I love to play with myself, and I feel that it’s my right enjoy my
body. Hell, it’s my body. But in reality it’s her body,
and she’ll do what she wants with it. She sometimes grabs my cock and asks,
“Who owns this”? “You do Ma’am”, I reply. “And who owns these?”
she asks while squeezing my balls. “You do Ma’am”. It’s really not a
question because we both know that she owns me, and if she wants to lock up her
boy then she will. I have no choice.
In a weird way I sort of like it. She thinks enough of me
to require that she’ll control my orgasms. From now on, I’ll cum only when
she wants me to. It’s strange to give up this kind of control, but it’s what
my Mistress wants and her slave will comply.
Tuesday:
I’m traveling for work this week and having second
thoughts about my becoming chaste. How long will I have to wear it?
Wednesday:
I’m nervously hoping she’ll only make me wear it while
I’m with her. I can’t believe this is happening. Hell, if she doesn’t want
me to beat off, then she could just tell me. I’m a good slave and will do
whatever she wants, but she’s decided eliminate any possibility of me even
getting an erection.
Thursday:
I’m thinking about asking her for an emergency key. What
if I get into an accident, and I awake seeing laughing doctors and nurses
staring at it? Why is she doing this? Hell, she once forced me to masturbate in
front of her, and she even forced to beat off and cum all over Ms. Emma’s
feet. When I got home from the business trip I received and e-mail saying the
CB2000 would today.
Friday:
The phone rang at 7:52 this morning. “It’s heeeere”,
she cooed. “Shit”, I replied. I hoped it might have gotten lost in shipping.
She laughed and said, “I want you to come over this weekend, so we can fit it to
you, and plan on wearing it for the play party next weekend”. That means
she’ll be showing me off wearing a hot pink male chastity device in front of
about 50 people. I know there’ll be strangers there and their first impression
of me will be of the guy wearing the chastity device. How humiliating. “And
I’m going to secretly whisper to several Dommes that they can tease you any
time they want”, she laughed. “And I might put a condom on you and find a
little fem slut to lick the tip of your cock”. I knew she was really enjoying
herself because she had that wicked delightful laugh that I’ve learned to love
and fear. That got me hard. I looked at my hard cock wondering how long it will
be until I see it that way again. She then sent shivers down my spine when she
declared, “When we put it on, you will sign a contract saying that you accept
your chastity for your owners; Mistress LittleStar and KevinG”. I knew she was
absolutely, loving her torment of me. Then she said, “I’m going to write
another Mistress that I know who has had her boy in a chastity for nine
months”. Nine months! Nine fucking months!
Saturday:
They were busy today, so I couldn’t come over. I sent an
e-mail asking if they required me tomorrow.
Why is she doing this? She knows she owns my cock, and if
she doesn’t want me to cum then I won’t. But why is she taking away my
ability to get a hard on? I love to surf the net stroking my cock for hours.
Perhaps she doesn’t want me to look at other Dommes and get aroused. Perhaps
she’s a jealous Mistress, but that doesn’t make sense because she has loaned
me to other Dommes in the past. I’m afraid the answer is that she simply
enjoys torturing me. And my purpose in life is to give her enjoyment, so it will
be done. I have no choice.
Sunday:
When I arrived
at the Overlook she teasingly showed me a beautiful black velvet bag with CB2000
embroidered in red letters and handed it to me. I knew it’s contents
held my future, and I became very nervous. Until now my chastity was only
talk, but now it’s reality. She is actually going to lock me into this heinous
thing.
“Strip”, she ordered and we began fitting me to the CB2000. It took quite a
while to figure out how it worked, but when we did and she finally snapped the
brass lock onto it, I felt a wave of submissiveness sweep over me unlike
anything I ever felt before. I had just given up my control of my orgasms to
her. From now on I’ll only cum when she decides.
It’s an odd
feeling. On the one hand I hate being placed into chastity, but on the other
hand, I’m thrilled to know that that I’ve given up total control to her.
This has kicked my servitude to her to a new level. I felt a strange piece of
mind knowing that she now has complete control over me. Complete control! The
CB2000 seems almost like the ultimate wedding ring. A new bond formed between
us, and she holds the key. Literally.
Then the
beating began. I felt an excitement in her as she proceeded to give me the most
intensive beating she’s ever given me before while Sir (KevinG) took
pictures. Mistress wanted to work on her single tail skills, and had me sit in a
chair while she aimed the whip at the head of my cock between the bars of the
CB2000. Usually she hit the bars, but sometimes she hit cock, and the pain made
me almost jump out of my skin. When she struck home it pleased her. I was then
told to get on my knees on the floor and face forward toward a chair, and she
proceeded to beat me with a cane and a strop. I zoomed into sub-space knowing I
was being filmed.
“I have an
idea”, she said when she left the room. I spent innumerable moments wondering
what she was going to do to me when I heard the unmistakable sound of her
snapping on a latex glove, and knew I was going to be invaded anally. She shoved
her fingers into my ass and then inserted a butt plug. I took it willingly. Here
I am with a plug shoved up my ass, after a good beating, wearing a chastity
device with my Master taking pictures. Fuck. I’m screwed. But I love them.
They are my Owners... my friends and I am their CHERISHED, Valued and much Loved
Slave. How do I know this? Because Mistress and Sir beat that into me with their
strop every time I am in their presence.
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