Gym Rules

One of the first tasks my boy has had since moving onto my street is to join the local gym. He did this last night while I was there.

He has rules for attending the gym;

1. You are only to go to the gym in my company or with prior permission.

2. You are not allowed to look at other women at the gym or make eye contact with them.

3. You are not allowed to initiate conversation with any other gym users.

4. If a male initiates conversation you may chat. If I woman initiates conversation you may answer politely and then discontinue the conversation unless asked another question, to which you may reply politely.
Any conversations will be reported to me.

5. If cock gets aroused by the sight of another female at the gym this must be reported immediately to me and I will deal with it accordingly.

6. You may not buy any food or drink at the gym. You may only drink the water which is supplied free.

7. You may not use the sauna without me.

You need to leave a reply here on the blog to notify me you have read and agree to these rules.

Nipple play

Pure white, crisp, clean shirt. Meticulous.
Smart man. Professional. Highly respectable job.
Sat in the back of a car together.
In his work, a strong figure. Looked up to. Highly regarded.
In the back of the car, sat, clothed smartly, avoiding my eye contact.
My hand ventures to his top button, and undoes it.
This man, officially clothed, but looking down, as I undo another button.
And I think that it shouldn't be.
That I am unclothing this smart man, revealing his skin,
unsmartening him as I continue to unbutton.
Disrespecting him by spoiling his appearance.
Yet he sits motionless, allowing me.
Occasionally glancing at me,
and looking away.
Intently,
I touch his skin, beneath his shirt.
Towards his nipple.
And my fingers brush over it.
He murmurs.
And I proceed to stroke it,
because his cock is locked away,
I arouse his nipple.
I use it,
as my tool to torment him.
Rolling it, between fingertips, gently,
harder.
Stroking, pulling, squeezing, rubbing, as if it were cock in my hands...
gaining my own pleasure from doing this to him.
Arousing myself by abusing,
the smartly dressed man in his car.

And all the time, cock is locked away in unrelenting steel.
He is held tight.
Restricted.
As I sit on his lap, facing him, I feel
cock pushing up
against me,
trying so hard.
Flicking and jumping about,
desperate.
Wanting attention.

But nipple has me tonight.
Two nipples,
one in each hand,
hurting him.
Pinching,
a smart man, in the back of a car, last night...

And cock...
is locked.

 

The Smell of Mistress

Usually it's a knicker thing. Most men, if invited to bury their noses into an item of a woman's clothing would chose knickers. Indeed, my boy is no different. Given half the chance he would have them over his nose in an instant, however, it was not my knickers that he focussed on...

He broached the subject tentatively, initially, mentioning my boots, and my feet, kissing my feet, and developing the conversation to test my reaction. I have told him never to fear discussing anything with me. Never to fear ridicule or misunderstanding... and as time has gone on, he has learnt to trust what I say and to venture more and more of his fetish desires to me, always, so far receiving a positive response from me.

And so he began to ask for my socks. I liked his asking. I liked it so much that I didn't want it to stop, and so I told him that he would not be getting them for a while yet, as I liked his asking too much, and to give them would end it. And so this led to more persistent asking, the offer of paying for them, begging for them.

Those of you who know me, know that I don't do anything by halves. If I am going to do something, I do it well. And the giving of my socks was no different. I was not going to simply wear them and hand them over, smelling freshly of wash powder and newness. That was not the point.

So I after my jog, I kept my socks on. For the rest of the evening. And the next day, and the next. 3 days worth of me sweated and seeped into the very fabric of my socks. Saturated with my smell for him...

And when I next saw him, I placed them in his hands. One in his left hand, one in his right. 
He was layed naked on the bed. Not even his chastity device on. His cock was rock hard. I allowed him to draw his hands up to his face and he placed the socks over his nose as he inhaled deeply... and as he did I began to wank his cock to his breathing in of my smell. His eyes closed and he focussed entirely on his olfactory sense. He was clearly deeply pleasured by it, and that in turn deeply pleasured me - it was the most arousing, erotic thing, watching him getting off on the smell of my socks..
And without him having any say in the matter, he was in turn being sexually aroused, by my hands,  as he breathed... Until, the pleasure overwhelmed him, and he had to warn me, "please be careful, Mistress," for his arousal was such that he was close to orgasm.

As I stopped wanking him, I placed his hands back by his side, until he was ready to start again. And so it continued in this manner. With his sexual arousal being timed to his breathing in my smell. As the socks were drawn away from his face, his sexual stimulation stopped also, and vice versa, and as he breathed in, his cock was rewarded - trained into associating the smell of me with sexual reward.

Cock already knows that his arousal depends entirely on me.. but this is taking it one step further. Teaching him to depend on me.. that all that he has comes from me..

When we left his house, cock locked safely away, denied of course, I showed him that my socks had been placed under his pillow... so that when I wasn't there, he could place them over his face and at some level, I would be with my boy...

and cock could quietly pine for me.

Birthday boy.

We had been out cycling together, and afterwards, in the car, I told him to remove his device.

He wore a tight, silky smooth cycling shirt, and I tucked his cock underneath it. Cock protested, pushed himself against the silky fabric, but the tightness of the shirt held him in place, restrained him, allowed him to press, but not escape.. and so he continued to lurch against the fabric, half trying to escape, half out of the thrill of feeling something other than cold metal encasing him.

I let my hands, my fingers, play over the silky shirt, not near cock but just feeling my boy's body..cock liked that. He wanted it to be him. He beckoned me, but my hands continued to enjoy the feel of a fit man's torso, through silkiness..

Eventually, my fingers began to brush closer to cock, and he became more excited. He jumped knowing the touches were nearing him, and the pressure on the fabric stimulated him,  just fractionally.. until at last, my finger glanced over him, the lightest touch..and it continued there, toying with cock. The lightest movements, encouraging his excitement.

I began to slide his shirt up, causing arousing friction against cock. He enjoyed it, and so the edge of silky t-shirt became his tormentor, giving him touch just enough to feel, but not enough to satisfy, the shirt went back down, but my face moved closer...

...and closer, until, through fabric, I kissed him. I kissed him, with such care and such feeling, and he responded to me.. he kissed me back.. you may laugh if you don't understand, but he did kiss me back. He leant towards me and we kissed, like lovers kiss, slowly but with intense passion. It was as if we had been reunited after a long separation, that type of kiss... and so I continued, my private, intense passion with my lover, my cock, and he reciprocated..through fabric.

And I glanced up to my boy, who was by now murmering. He looked down at our interaction - an intruder, I felt.. a peeping Tom, sneekily observing our sensuality, getting off on watching, a cuckold, distanced from me and my cock, a passive observer. But I allowed him embarrassed glances..



Spit from my mouth lubricated my fingers as I ran them over cock.. out of his fabric constraints, wet fingers now tormented him. Soaked wet fingers, my thumbs, my tongue, my mouth...I became deeply involved with my lover, intensely aroused by him.. our interaction..and the murmerings from my boy became more desperate, needy..

Today my cock was 42.

Do you think he got an orgasm for his birthday?

How well do you know me?..

If you know me well, you know the answer.

It took quite a while to get him away, secured in metal...

Happy Birthday my love...x

Chastity Will Change you....

Strong, confident, upright man. Self-assured, bright, in control, somewhat arrogant and cocky..

Chastity.

Confidence knocked, a little destabalised, needy, sexually frustrated, helpless, worried...

Horny beyond anything he could ever have imagined, frustrated beyond what he can mentally cope with, angry, tearful, annoyed..

At peace, calm, fulfilled, energised, devoted, submissive...

In pain, discomfort, unease, aching, swollen, sore, horny... so damn, fucking horny...

Desperate, so very desperate, pleading, begging, persuading, crying...

Comforted, pleasantly aroused, secure, safe, owned, cared for, pleasured...

Had enough, end it, please now, too frustrated, too horny, too sexually frustrated, overwhelmed, leaking, dripping everywhere, big loads leaking out, please, crying, shaking, unable to be still..

Collared, naked, weeping unstoppably, agonised, willing to do anything to end it...

A broken man, subservient, bent at her feet, kissing her legs, so very owned, out of control, obedient, devoted...

The story of a broken man, at the feet of the strong, upright, confident, self assured woman, who owns the key to his chastity device - forever.
 

I don't know why....

I don't know why it excites me so much to see a cock bent backwards on itself, tied with a shoelace, strapped up and unable to grow...

I don't know why I love tying a man's hands behind his back and directing his eyes downwards to look at what he can't touch...

I don't know why I love hearing the slap of my leather belt as it hits buttock cheeks, and a stiffled murmer as it smarts...

I don't know why I love seeing a plastic bag sucked over a face, holding it tight around his neck, pressing it tight over his nose and mouth, and edging him...
 
I don't know why I am more aroused by the sight of a chastised cock than an erect one...

I don't know why I love to hear crying, just because he can't orgasm, and continue to say no...

All I know...

is that I do.

Owned Chastity Slave - Realisation.

Imagine that you want to cum so, so desperately. You have been denied now for days and days.. weeks and weeks.. and you are just so horny, so continually horny that you can't stand it any longer. You really need to orgasm right now.

You reach down and touch and you feel the constraints of cold hard metal. You can feel the skin of your cock, but although it is straining desperately, it can't get fully hard. You give a little pull on the device, and feel it jar against the PA ring which is padlocked on.

This is the point at which you would give in.. The continual sexual frustration has built up so much now you just don't know what to do with yourself. It is overwhelming you, the emotion is overwhelming you, and you writhe around on the bed because you just can't get comfortable or be still. 

And you try thrusting against the duvet..nothing.. you try rubbing around the device..nothing, and you begin to realise this is really it. You are owned now and there is nothing you can do about it. No matter how badly you want to give in you just can't. And you whimper audibly into the air at your helplessnes, and you cup your hand over your face at your lack of ability to help yourself, and you feel your eyebrows furrow in utter despair.. and the whimpering becomes louder, and louder, and more heartfelt, until you are sobbing. Wet tears run down your face and your cock throbs and you feel way out of your depth. You cry, big whole bodily sobs. 

And you begin talking to yourself, begging please... just saying please in the hope it will help or bring relief..

It isn't fair anymore, and you are frustrated. You are angry even, so angry that you can't even wank your own cock any more. This is way harder than you could ever have imagined. You have lost yourself, truly to someone else.

All you can do is wait for her to relieve you.. and suddenly you realise how desperately you need her. How you rely on her. How you love her so very much.

Love and anger mixed..

It's almost too much..

And as you sob, heartily into your pillow, you know at the bottom of you, you wouldn't wish it any other way. You know that if she released you and let you orgasm you would be truly saddened.

This is the life you need.

This is the life of the owned chastity slave.

This is the beautiful life.

Free Falling

I have an innate, natural compulsion for male chastity. 

This isn't just a whim for me. It's not a game I play about at. It is not something I would ever do for money. It is a lifelong, obsessive compulsion. It is something I crave. A biological need for a D/s lifestyle.

It is an offer of deep devotion, of building a connection based on absolute faith and trust.

The concept of long term chastity for a man is frightening. It is taking a leap into the unknown. It is like leaning forward over the edge of the highest cliff, and falling.......................

Handing over the key and making a commitment to a lifelong chastity relationship is breathtakingly scary. Yet the thrill of free-falling is overwhelmingly exciting. The helplessness of placing your trust in another, and surrendering all control is mind-blowingly exhilerating.

The constant sexual ache and need takes your sexual experience to another level of pleasure; the submissiveness brought about by such lack of control and dire need will lead you to experience a level of subspace unachievable by any other means.

Handing over your chastity key is, without doubt, life changing in many ways. It will change you as a person, for the better.

It is something I want to share with just one man.

It is an amazing gift.

In my 25 year search, I have led many men to the edge of the cliff, only for them to look over the edge and say..no - it is not for me. Two men have actually taken a dummy run at the free fall, only to pull the emergency rip cord and say, no, at this time, I am not able...

Perhaps they weren't ready, for whatever reason, to take that leap of faith into finding the new "them". They will not realise it immediately, maybe it will take them years, a decade, to look back and think, I missed an opportunity of a lifetime there.

I am unique. Try finding another woman who is as genuinely committed to sharing a male chastity relationship as me. There isn't anyone. This is my life.

I want someone to leap from the cliff for me, and I want to provide them with wings to fly, to experience the utter exhileration of giving away their sexual freedom to be controlled by me. To never know when, how, if...

I am approaching 42 years of age. Sand is running through the timer. 

And my biological inner self is saying to me, don't leave this world without giving your gift to just one man.

I have to find him...I wont give in.

FAQ - Long term chastity and sex

It is often assumed that because I am interested in long term chastity, I must not enjoy sex. Wrong. 

I love sex, or rather I love loving.

For me, long term chastity is not at all about abstinence, it is about control. It is about having an orgasm only when you are allowed, about never knowing when your next one will happen.

It is about behaviour managemant - being moulded into a better person and being manipulated through orgasm denial.

Incidentally, sexual pleasure and loving can be provided using a strap-on while still in chastity... bear that in mind!

Long term chastity does not equate in any way to denial of sexual pleasure for me.

I am me...

I am Mistress KeyHolder...

I am too much for most men...

I am extreme, but loving...

I am strict, but kind...

I am devoutly into hardcore chastity...

I am into breaking strong men...

Successful, confident men who are sure of themselves in everyday respects...

I want to take just one such man, and break him, and make him mine, and have him chastised, collared and knelt at my feet... waiting on my every word...

I am Mistress Holder, I can't help who I am...

Inside me, my entire being, my soul, my true self...

I am Mistress KeyHolder.

Hounded...

I saw this video clip years ago, and the next 20 seconds or so after where this clip ends. I liked it so much I immediately bought the film. It's not about chastity at all, but just the idea of and older woman and a younger, attractive boy is about where my head lives...

The fact that he is mesmerised by her, that he doesn't speak, he allows her to do whatever she wishes to him, even if it frightens him, takes his breath for a moment, he just accepts it for the reward of being the focus of her attention.

As she pushes him to his knees, and he then watches her, I imagine that he is chastised. 
The frustration of that for him, watching and not being permitted to do anything other than watch, and then being punished for observing what she has just done.

The power and the control she has over him, because he wants her to control him.

I imagine being her..

Imagine.......

being.........

him.

The Male Orgasm

I am totally passionate about male chastity....it is my all consuming passion...

I have come to the conclusion that I hate to the point of complete rejection, the male orgasm. It is the most pointless, wasteful, ruinous thing I can imagine. It serves only to spoil submissiveness, and why would I want to spoil submissiveness?


I have an iron will and would never fail my sub by allowing him to orgasm. I see this as a cruel act - taking away from him something which he loves but isn't always strong enough to attain by his own self will.

A true chastity slave should not expect to orgasm...not ever (although I concede that a man does not become a true chastity sub overnight). He should be satisfied with being milked and having ruined orgasms - being kept completely horny and at his Mistress's beck and call.

He would be taught to enjoy this state and to feel it more pleasurable than an orgasm.

The option of a real orgasm should always be offered as a possibility, one day, in the future.. if... just to maintain hope and the thrill of the chance of having a real orgasm.

But they are not nice for subs... they are not for you.

"Would you like your Mistress to spoil you, to ruin all that effort you have put in by giving you an orgasm? Do you want your lovely, comforting, horny feeling to be taken away from you so you feel sad and bereft and down? No? Say it clearly then, like you mean it."

"No Mistress Keyholder. Please don't spoil me"

.. And I smile. I am overwhelmingly content.

I am - Mistress Keyholder.