Just One......

It had been 60 days since his last orgasm, and 30 days since he had last had his cage removed. 30 days without being touched, no stimulation, not even an erection. He had felt horny to the point of despair for what seemed like forever, but he knew that today it would all be over. All that suffering and waiting and eternal frustration would be allowed a release today.

There was a regular pattern now. He knew it well and was preparing already. He was making sure the house was meticulous. Cleaning, polishing, putting fresh bedding on the bed.. His clothes had already been chosen the night before, ironed and hung waiting. He had showered the previous night, and would shower and freshly shave himself shortly before her arrival. When Mistress came to his home, everything had to be just right. 

He knew that she would remove his device, there maybe some teasing involved and some play, but he also knew, that at some point, he would get to make love with her, that she would orgasm 3 times, and then he would be allowed his orgasm before being locked up again.

He was so ready.. he was so desperate for her. He was worried that he might not last, and be able to satisfy her because he was about ready to explode just from the sight of her, the smell of her, her taste...

he felt on the edge of orgasm just thinking about it.

She arrived, as always at precisely the time planned. The predictable routine had begun.. She kissed him and said she had missed him and was so ready for him. His heart was racing so fast, his cock pleading for the freedom to get hard, and as she walked upstairs he followed, imagining fucking her hard and fast.

She instructed him to undress, as was usual. She tied his hand and gagged him while he was stood, and then took out her keys from the pocket inside her handbag and undid his chastity device. His erection was immediate. 

She teased him, running her finger over his body, saying she could tell he needed her.

His cock strained and reached for her touch, and all he could think was how warm her pussy would feel..

Then she spoke to him.. "You are very lucky, you know. Not many chastity subs get to have sex with their Mistress. They are just denied sex altogether. You are such a lucky boy being able to fuck me so freely."

He hmphed a yes through his gagged mouth.

"I have decided that you have had too much freedom with me and I am going to limit you as from today. As from now, you are only allowed to push your cock into me just one time. One single push in, and out. That is it. Even that is a privilege. You are going to spend your days aching from now on for one single push in and out.."

He could hardly believe what he was hearing. His eyes had widened in disbelief and he was making sounds though his gag intimating the question "why?" His heart was thumping against his chest and he felt faint with disappointment and despair.. and yet, despite this, his cock throbbed and bounced and responded to her words as if it had its own mind. It was aroused at the thought....

She untied him and removed his gag, and dutifully he began giving her now naked body kisses and touches that pleasured her, and in turn aroused him all the more.
Her three orgasms were given as normal, and then she said.. "you can push your cock into me now.. well done.. you have earned your one push."

He was almost crying, whimpering, as he began to push himself into her, savouring every moment. She allowed him to remain inside her, if he was motionless.. so he layed there very still, feeling her warmth.

"You need more don't you?" She asked him. That was such an understatement. He needed more like she just wouldn't believe..

"Ihave have an idea", she said excitedly. He lifted his head, intent on hearing what she said. How about if I let you have more pushes, (Oh yes, please, more pushes... she had been playing, it was just a game.. oh the delight of more... his mind was in fast forward and he was beginning to move before she had even finished)...Each extra push in and out, is going to cost you £10. You can have as many as you like, but you pay for them.

He really didn't care. It was all part of a game he now realised and he began fucking her hard, really desperately hard, hearing her counting as he did so... ten, twenty, thirty... She got to two hundred and twenty when his orgasm exploded, and he was thinking hot.. so damn hot, at her idea to play a game of making him pay.

He kept handcuffs on his windowsill when she came round, all toys out ready for if she wished to use them. She took both pairs and hand cuffed his ankles and hands.

She dressed, and then opened his bottom drawer. There was a money roll in there which she had seen early on in their relationship. She had questioned him about it, and he said he had it there for emergencies.

She took the elastic band off and began counting the tens.. No, no... She had always said she wasn't into financial domination. She wouldn't really take that much money from him just for one orgasm? But she was doing.. She counted out £220, and put the remainder of the money back in his drawer, and £220 into her purse.. and as she did so his cock responded in a way that made it feel so very right to him.

And he realised that from now on, this would form part of the new routine.

Mistress Keyholder - You are so cruel...

I stood over him as he was knelt at my feet. I was wearing black rubber and he was wearing nothing but a collar and a chastity device. He rubbed his two fingers inside me, and as I looked down at him, I felt intensely aroused - by his helplessness, his frustration which was telling on his face, his weakness and the pleading in his eyes. It aroused me so much, that power I had over him. And as I spoke the words, ' I'm not going to let you cum today, I'm sorry my love, I don't want you to - I need you to be always helpless for me', I felt my own orgasm overwhelm my entire being....

He mumbled, in such a low tone I almost missed it in my enjoyment of own pleasure, but I heard it, and he spoke the words, 'You are so cruel Mistress Keyholder'.

As I regained composure, I didn't reply, in fact I pretended I had not noticed his mumbled frustration..

I took some rope and bound his hands very tightly behind his back and stood him face to the wall.

From there I spoke directly behind him, with my body, my tight, black, rubber clad body pressed against him. 'Don't ever, for one minute think I am being cruel to you. Do you remember when you first came to me? Do you remember the words you said? You said to me ... please frustrate me Mistress, beyond anything I could ever imagine... Did you say those words?'
He replied yes, he had.
'Then I am giving you exactly what you so desired, what you could never have achieved on your own. I am giving you total frustration, and maintaining it indefinately for you. AND, as a bonus, you get to witness at first hand how your frustration pleases me, how I love it so much, what it does for me. That is an honour. It forms part of my gift to you. I am allowing you to observe something very special.
How could you possibly confuse that with cruelty? You are getting yourself all confused aren't you? In your state.. in your overwhelming frustration you are getting confused'

'Yes Mistress'

'Kneel down.' He kneels almost stumbling to the floor in anguish.

'Now kiss my boots... once' He kissed, lovingly on my boot. Now say, 'I adore you for frustrating me'. He said it so clearly.

Continue..... and he continued, kissing, and chanting his words of adoration, until all thoughts of cruelty or unfairness had vanished from his mind.. He just felt honoured. Truly honoured...

And afterwards, as he drove home, with his cock encased in metal, never having been removed, he knew I was right.

It is one incredibly lucky boy who becomes chastity slave of Mistress Keyholder.

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.

63 days..

It had been 63 days since he had last had an orgasm.

63 days, 63 nights, each one counted, acknowledged and crossed off the countdown on his calendar.

Today, the day had arrived when he got to meet his Miss for the first time.

As he was walking from the train towards the car park, he wondered if in a few hours time he would be allowed an orgasm, at long last. How would she give it to him?
Would he have to masturbate in front of her, would she direct him (left hand, right hand, both hands, wet hands, soapy hands, dry hands, stop, start); would he be humiliated and made to rub himself against a silk bed sheet with his hands tied behind his back, in a feeble attempt to arouse himself (what if he came straight away - what if he couldn't manage to cum at all in the time she allowed him the use of the sheet); dare he even allow himself to imagine that her own hands might touch him (his cock pulsed in it's cage as he walked up the steps into the train station foyer)..oh god, what if her hands touched him? What if she tied him to the bed and teased him mercilessly, bringing him to the edge, repeatedly until he could stand it no more? He would beg her, he knew he would. He'd beg for an orgasm. He was so desperate, and after relentless teasing he'd beg. He needed to cum now. He needed it so badly. He might cry if  she teased him without mercy.. If he cried, she might take pity on him and wank him until he couldn't help but lose control and orgasm, spilling his mess all over her beautiful hands and onto his belly, over the sheets, embarrassing himself for dirtying her pure white skin; what if she didn't even take off his device - what if she never even mentioned his cock, or his orgasm, or his needs - what if she was totally self centred and only took his servitude from him; what if he ached, and throbbed and leaked for the entire of his time spent with her and she never once mentioned him having release? What if she was horny, and removed her clothes as soon as they got in the bedroom, pulled down his trousers, removed his chastity device and said, please, please fuck me... (he felt wet leaking from his device as he walked out of the foyer and across the tarmac carpark). 

He felt weak already. Needy, desperately needy and submissive from weeks of denial.

Before he knew it he was stood infront of her. His face flushed from the thoughts that had over taken him mind in the two minute walk from the train doors to her feet. He looked down at his shoes, half ashamed, half embarrassed, and he stuttered, "Hello Miss"............

Boy at the Bus Stop

Today, as I drove my car into town, I glanced to my side and noticed a boy stood alone in a bus shelter. He was probably about 18 or 19 years old, longish hair and wore black, tightish straightleg trousers. He was leaning back against the shelter with his hands pushed into his trouser pockets. I guess he noticed me glancing sideways at him, and he looked down to avoid my gaze. 

I know I am probably wrong most of the time, if not all of the time, but I just assumed he was a submissive man. In reality, he probably wouldn't have a clue about submission, but my mind likes to trick me and the slightest inclination taken from a moment's avoided eye contact led my mind to wander further..

I imagined stopping my car, and after taking a couple of items discretely from my boot I walk slowly, purposefully, and directly towards him, in my high heels, across the tarmac road...the click of my heels bringing his eyes up to wonder who was approaching...click, click...my heels on the road......my eyes focussed on him, my lips unsmiling, but my face not unkind.....I notice the very slightest of movements as he alters his stance, a nervous shuffle as he is aware I am walking towards him, and he wonders why...I enjoy the obvious awkwardness he feels as he realises I am approaching him...he looks up at me, momentarily making eye contact with me, and he shuffles more...

As I get close to him, he says nothing, and I make no utterance either..I stop walkng when I am just a little too close to him for comfort...we are not touching, but I am as close to him as i can get. He says nothing, but neither does he move away. I take a black leather collar from my coat pocket and with ease, put my hands up to his neck and place it on him, quickly zipping up his jacket to hide it...the cars passing by become insignificant, a blur....nothing else matters....it has all faded.... I lean towards his ear and say, "follow me"....

His lips are slightly parted...his face blank, expressionless, and he says nothing....for a moment, I am nervous as I start to walk away from him, and wonder if he will follow....but he does....he walks behind me....obediently....

There is a garage opposite the bus stop with a public toilet at the side...and I lead him there...no-one is aware of us...no-one cares.....

Inside the toilet I lock the door and stare directly at him....he looks back at me, mesmerised...still not uttering a word.....I turn him round and tie his hands behind his back, and he lets me, without a struggle, as if he wants me to...I take my thin cotton scarf off and gag his mouth with it, and he accepts his gag....I put my hand in my pocket and check that the steel chastity device is there... I quickly unzip and gently ease his trousers down, just enough...his erection is throbbing and precum dribbles from the end onto his tight, black trousers..I turn the cold tap on full...and wait a few seconds for it to run ice cold.....

I pull his cock under the tap and let the full force of cold water gush onto him and immediately it starts to soften. I act swiftly and with experience....the device is out of my pocket, forced over his cock and clicked, locked shut, key in my pocket.....trousers up....gag off, hands untied....

His face is a picture....he is bewildered and worried..panicked even, and it thrills me to see that in his face....I give him my mobile phone and tell him to put his name and number in, I tell him to call himself "s"...he hands me back my phone....and I say....I'll be in touch....

And, completely unflustered, I walk slowly and purposefully back to my car, while he is still there in the toilet wondering what on earth has just happened to him.......

and before I set off driving I text him....

I am MistressKeyHolder.....welcome to my game.....text back.."Thank-you Mistress"...

My phones beeps....

and I read....."Thank-you Mistress"

One Choir Boy

She watched the boys file out onto the stage, all 133 of them. It was her job. It was her responsibility to make sure they were well presented, their clothes and hair were neat and nothing looked wrong or out of place before they were broadcast to the nation.


As they walked past her, she scanned each one, top to toe in less than a second, and if anyone wasn't quite right, she would pull them to one side and make a last minute adjustment to their appearance before they finally walked out from the side wings onto the stage. She took great pride in her job and enjoyed the responsibility of it.


But as the choristers, ranging in age from 16-19 years walked past her, she was making additional observations, almost subconsciously.


She watched the performance from a screen backstage, so she could see how they looked from the public's view. All was well, but she had her eye on one of them. 


As they came off stage to a standing ovation, she caught the arm of the one she had chosen, and remarked, "I'll just see you for five minutes in my room if you have time before you leave?" He was overwhelmed with the response of the audience and didn't really care less where he had to go or what he had to do. He smiled and said,' Yeah, sure.'


When he arrived, the room was silent and empty, quite unlike before the show when it was brimming with noise and activity and crammed full with people. He wondered now what she could want just him for, but he wasn't worried. 
She was sat down, and motioned to him to take a seat beside her. It was relaxed and informal and she commented how well the song had gone down. He agreed and said how excited he was about tomorrow's final.


At this point, she lowered her voice slightly, and said, I noticed at one point you had a bit of a bulge showing, and let her eyes explain where she was referring to. We don't want that on tomorrows live show do we when there will be millions viewing.. Especially with you on the front row!


He felt his face immediately flush red, and he laughed nervously and with surprise. He hadn't expected her to say that! Had he really? He wasn't aware, or hadn't noticed, how embarrassing that she had!


It's ok she said, reverting her voice back to normal, and easing his embarrassment. What we do us we use one of these, and she leant down to a drawer and took out a clear piece of specially molded plastic. He raised his eyebrows, somewhat shocked and bewildered. "You just pop this on before you go onstage and it makes sure it doesn't happen while you are out there, just holds you in place, to save you any embarrassment. I'll show you how it fits."
She stood up so matter of factly, and as if it was so normal, that he went along with it. "Just undo these for me." She touched his jeans and he dutifully undid them. 


As she eased his boxers down he felt aroused slightly, but she made the situation easy. Just stand for a minute, and I'll put it on for you, just so you know how it works. She continued to chat light heartedly with him. After a few minutes of distratcting chat she observed he had become soft and placed the cock ring on him, then the locking pins, spacer and cage, then a padlock!


"What are you locking it for?" he laughed, nervously.. "It's just to make absolutely certain it doesn't slip off at all. Just to put your mind at rest and give you confidence. Lots of tv personalities wear them. It just saves them from another worry while they are presenting." It sounded feasible and he believed her.


"Now, do you think you can remember how to put it on tomorrow, or was it too complicated?", she asked.
"Erm"....he thought. But before he had chance to say any more she spoke.
"Look, just leave it on, it's no problem. Then you don't have to concern yourself with it. It's on already."
"Leave it on until tomorrow night?" He was alarmed. She laughed kindly, and explained how he would sit to urinate, and that if his cock tried to get hard, it might feel a little odd at first, but it would just do it's job and hold him in place. It would give him chance to get used to it and then he would know it would really work for him. It would be reassuring he wouldn't have the same embarrassing problem tomorrow.


"After the performance, just call into here and I'll take it off for you."
Ok, he thought, that sounds good.
"Should I take the key?", he asked. "No. I wouldn't want you to lose it! I keep all the keys here, just for safety." Again, he accepted with ease what she said as she showed him a drawer with a little tray of keys in.


He left her room, and as the door closed, he thanked her and said goodbye. 


He wondered as he walked down the corridor what a bizarre world he had entered. Who would ever have thought this sat at home watching tv... but it all sounded acceptable, and he believed her every word. In fact, he was quite pleased at being the one she had had to give extra attention to. All the boys had fancied her, and it was him who had just spent almost half an hour in her room. He felt a little excited, and as he did he felt his cock try to get hard in the plastic cage. For a moment he really began to panic, but the cage felt reassuringly safe, just like he was being held, and he quite liked it, and the panic soon subsided.


The next day, after the performance, he reported to her room to have the device taken off. It had felt quite nice wearing it, kind of special, but he was ready now for it to be removed. He knocked politely on her door, but got no reply. He waited a while and then, tentatively, he opened the door and walked in..


She wasn't there, but he saw a note left on the chair where he had been sitting the day before.


"Had to dash off early. So sorry. I wont be back til Monday, but don't worry. I have taken the key with me so it wont get lost."


Oh, God. Two more days until Monday! Why hadn't she just left him the key?   Where had she gone to in such a hurry? What if she didn't get back on Monday? 
He hurried into the toilet and began trying to pull the device off. It moved around slightly, but there was no way it was coming off. No way at all.


Ok, ok, calm down, he thought to himself. He had no reason not to trust her, and she had to be back here for work on Monday. He could wait that long. It would be fine. He would manage. He would have to!


But this time as he walked down the corridor and away from her room, he wondered if there was something more to this than just protecting him from embarrassment on stage. Perhaps she just didn't want the key to be lost. She was really looking after him.


The weekend went by incredibly slowly. There were minutes that seemed to last forever. There were times when his cock tried to get hard and strained against the plastic that surrounded it, but he was used to this sensation now, and it scared him less. There were times when he just wanted it off so badly he didn't know what to do with himself, but he distracted himself, and, at long last, Monday did arrive, and he wanted this thing off!


He arrived at the studios at just gone 9am. He walked quickly down the long corridor that led to her room, desperate to make sure she was there and that this tight plastic was at last going to be taken off him. He felt heady with apprehension as he knocked on her door, and felt such relief when he heard her say, "come in".


She was not alone. She was working, busy and the room was filled with chatter. He wondered how she was going to remove it. She handed him a slip of paper and said, "I'll have to catch you later, I'm so busy just now". He could see she was, and there was no way he was asking her just now about the key.


He left the room heavily disappointed, but opened the slip of paper as he walked down the corridor. It read, I finish work at 5pm this evening. Be waiting outside for me. Outside? Odd!


He was beginning to feel frustrated with her excuses, but had no other option than to be there waiting for her at 5pm.


He was so horny, and so wanted to relieve himself. He knew he'd cum in an instant when this annoyance was taken away and he could touch himself. Oh, to be able to touch himself. He was so ready for it!


He was there at 4.30pm.. waiting..


He paced up and down feeling the heavyness of the plastic between his legs.


Eventually, he saw her.. It was 5pm and she was walking towards him. She looked stunning. Her long slightly curly hair bounced on her back and around her neck as she walked, and he felt a tightness in the plastic cage that indicated he was attempting to get hard, but was being prevented, yet again. But, how was she going to remove this thing with the key in her room at work?


"Hi", she said, "the key is at my house still. I forgot to bring it back into work. I'll drive you home and we'll call at mine so I can take it off". He was so pleased! Everything was clear now. He got in her car and they drove to her home, chatting, and he noticed how well they got on and how much he was enjoying her company.


When they arrived, she took her coat and bag straight through to her bedroom. "Come through", she called. He followed, feeling slightly awkward, but she was so at ease with him, it all seemed very natural. She must do this all the time, he assumed. This time, she undid his trousers, and he was a little unnerved when she pulled them right down to the floor. His cock pulsed and made the cage lurch forwards in excitement at the thought of finally being free.


It will be easier if you lay down she said. He sat and then layed back on the bed, and she took the key from her table and removed the device. Oh the relief! His cock immediately got hard and he lifted his head as if to quickly pull up his trousers and hide it. But she put her hand on his shoulder and placed him back slowly, but firmly on the bed. She gave a gentle smile, and layed beside him, and without saying a word, touched his desperately hard cock. 


He was taken aback. What was she thinking of? But she looked at him, straight in the eyes while she continued to touch him and he felt awe-struck by her. It felt so good to be touched that he just wanted her to carry on.
He had never even had a girlfriend, and had never been intimately touched by hands other than his own. For a woman more than twice his age to be doing this felt very naughty, but he liked it.
They lay on the bed, gazing at each other, as she sensually touched him, not quite fully wanking him, but sufficiently arousing him. It had never, ever felt this good before. 
His breathing got a little heavier, and she began to talk to him.
"There. Does that feel good?" she asked. "Yes." "Would you like me to carry on?" "Yes please," he said, and she did.


She asked him, "did it feel nice at times while you had the cage on you? Were there just moments when you actually enjoyed it being there, holding you, in a comforting way?" He didn't think he had really enjoyed it at all, but the way she described it had reminded him of moments when it had felt ok, reassuring. He could tell from the way she asked that she wanted him to say yes, and so he said, "yes, there were moments.."
She stopped stroking him, and he wondered why. She layed a little closer to him, with her head propped up on her hand, looking intently at him. "Say you liked wearing it," she asked him, and she rested her hand back on him, but didn't stroke. He was desperate for her to continue, and so he whispered, just to please her, "I liked wearing it". She stroked  him, and it pleasured him immensely, "keep saying it", she told him, and so he did. There was no harm in telling her he thought, if it made her happy, and she continued stroking.


He chanted it like a mantra "I liked wearing it", and as he spoke, he actually started thinking he had quite liked wearing it - knowing that he was waiting for her to attend to him, and the secrecy of it. Yes, he had! And as he chanted his mantra, her grip on him tightened and she rocked her hand in time to him chanting. As she noticed his eyes close, and she felt a tightness inside her hand, she let go.


Oh no! He was just about to orgasm. Why had she stopped? "If you want to cum, you have to say, "Please put my cage on again for me", she told him starkly. He couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. He didn't want it on again,and for what purpose - there were no more shows in the coming week,  but he did want to cum more than he could ever imagine. "I don't really want it on again", he protested, as she took hold of her grip and began again. "You have to say it if you want to cum", she repeated. She was so kind, and he could feel the warmth in her eyes as she looked at him, he so wanted to please her and make her happy, and he knew that agreeing to this would make her happy. As he got close to orgasm, she repeated it, but the reality of wearing it again took over, "I can't say it", he said, and she released her grip. 


He moaned in disappointment at being so close to an orgasm, but not being allowed the final pleasure. What was he to do? Surely, he could just say he wanted to go home now and she would take him. But, he didn't want that. He didn't want to be a let down to her. He wanted to cum, he wanted to make her happy, and with these thoughts in his mind she began again.


The intensity was amazing, the whole situation of being so young and inexperienced with such a wonderful woman, he was overwhelmed by it all, and as he got close to orgasm, he said with all loss of logic, "Please put my cage on for me again", and with those words she leant towards him and kissed him, he experienced the most intense orgasm of his life. 


While he was layed, overwhelmed and exhausted, he barely noticed that she was at work, cleaning him and replacing the plastic fitting over his now soft cock.


As he got his breath back, he looked down and saw it was once again padlocked into place. He felt a little downhearted, but she held her hand on his cheek, lovingly, and said, "you have done so well. We know you can do 3 days, so we will do 4 days next. When 4 days are over, I will take it off and let you cum again". He wanted to cum again already! He had no idea how he would manage 4 days! "I can't do that long". "You can," She reassured. "I am here to help you."


"This has nothing to do with being on tv, does it?" he questioned her. He realised now, seeing her pleasure and control of him that he had entered a totally different game. She smiled at him, and that was sufficient to answer his question. She held his hand as they lay on the bed, and strangely, he didn't feel scared or worried anymore. He quite liked it, and he was so looking forward to 4 days time when she would be taking it off again for him. It was just a game...


Later, when she had taken him home and he lay on his bed contemplating all that had happened, he wondered where on earth this was ever going to end. What if she made it 5 days, and then 6, 7, 8.....?


He was scared, but excited, and at this particular moment, really didn't care. 


He just knew he wanted to make her happy more than anything else in the world.

The Ruins of Male Sexual Freedom

He sat with his head in his hands and felt the most overwhelming sense of sadness. It was like a burden on his back, pressing down heavily on his shoulders. He could hear his wife downstairs baking with the children, having fun, enjoying family life. His daughter sang. She had the prettiest voice; and although he was at home, he was absent from that picture.
He pushed his fingers through his hair and looked up at himself in the mirror. He looked a mess. He was shaved and washed, but still he was a mess. His face looked old and the sadness he was feeling showed in his expression.
He looked down at the floor of his matrimonal room and felt tears running down his cheeks.


It was mid afternoon and he had retired to the bedroom for a short lie down. In truth, he had excused himself for a moment from his family while he lay on the bed and in solitude, masturbated for the fifth time that day.
And as he had orgasmed, he realised how completely unfulfilled he was. His life revolved around continual self pleasure through masturbation. But it had become such an addiction that it was no longer pleasurable. It was meaningless.


He felt a failure to his family, for regularly excusing himself for selfish reasons. He especially felt a failure to his wife. Although he loved her, he had no sexual energy left for her at the end of the day. He was letting her down.


Through tears, he looked down at the soft thing which now hung limply between his legs. He hated it. Pathetic, useless cock. He didn't want to be controlled by it any more. He wanted it taking away from him, to be under someone elses control. He didn't want the responsibility of it any more. It wasted his time, his family life, his relationship with his beautiful wife..


But still, he couldn't stop what he was doing. It was an addiction; a serious habit that he no longer had control over. It controlled him, and he hated it.


Please, please, help me... in his mind, he begged for help. Please take away this burden from me and help me regain my life, some self respect.


He was ashamed of himself for only ever putting himself first. He had become a selfish, very unhappy man. 


He wished for the day when his cock was locked away. When he could no longer touch it, and he would be free to live his life.


It was his only hope.

the wall

She led him forward, her hand tight around his hard cock. He stared down at his bare feet, as instructed, following her, one step behind. She towered above him in her platform boots - a dark, latex clad figure in a dimly lit room.

He strained his wrists against the rope that bound them, but there was no give...

They arrived at the wall...he was afraid to look...but as she loosened the rope from his wrists he heard the chink of chain and the click of a padlock as first one wrist, and then the other was shackled to the wall...then his ankles....then his neck collar...padlocked to a ring bolt in the wall...He felt afraid and uncomfortable, his back against the cold wall, barely able to move...

How long would she leave him?..what would she do next?..what if he never got out?...

but as his worst fears began to play in his mind...she placed a blindfold over his eyes - complete black...no vision at all...

"Tell me your name.." she demanded. He nervously spoke his name...and in an instant felt the slap of her hand across his cheek....it shocked him and his heart began racing.

She repeated her request, her lack of patience telling in her tone of voice...he said his name again, this time adding "Mistress" after he spoke, but again...she slapped his cheek..

Holding his jaw between her fingertips, she verbally despared, "useless".....she leant towards him....he could smell the scent of her perfume...and feel the hot sting on his cheek.....and she whispered, barely audibly, right up close to his ear......

"slave",

and as she walked away, leaving him stood with his back against the wall, heart pounding, wondering what was going to become of him, that single word echoed in his mind.

Story - 100 Men (Part 1)

The room was reminiscent of an old school gymnasium with high ceiling and no windows. Everything had been painted black - the walls, floor and ceiling - and the room was only dimly lit by artificial light. At carefully measured intervals all around the room, shackles were attached to the walls at ankle and wrist height and a steel collar hung from a chain. Each set of shackles was separated from the next by a narrow 7 foot high wall which blinkered left and right vision. There were one hundred of these doorless cells which looked out onto the same, opposite. Centrally, hanging on long chains from the ceiling were six heavy steel collars. They were unattended.


Security guards stood by the only locked door and the room was monitored at all times by cctv.


One man was securely locked into each wall cell; wrists, ankles and collared - one hundred men in total. They wore no clothing. On arrival, all clothing and personal belongings had been removed and were replaced by a tattoo to the right shoulder, each man numbered from one to one hundred.


Some were old, some young. Some had been professionals, others manual workers. Some had arrived thin, others overweight, although now, there was no obesity.
Some would have classed themselves as sexually submissive, others as sexually dominant. Some were aggressive, others passive.


None of them knew they were coming to this.


She had what she wanted. A random sample of the population. One hundred men...

Story - Shopping

Today I was shopping in town, and as I walked around the shops and streets, I imagined...
...that my chastity sub was with me. He walked with me, awkwardly, feeling out of place with an older woman who just didn't look well matched to him at all. He walked just very slightly behind me, and although we didn't speak or hold hands, he was quite definately with me. As I shopped, I would point to things on the shelf, and perhaps say, "the pink one" just to clarify which item I wanted placing in the trolley, and as I pointed, he picked up the item and placed it in the trolley for me.
Outside the shops, in the street, we walked in our usual fashion, and I imagined his chastity device holding his cock for me. Under his trousers, no-one knew except us - no-one would ever have imagined it, and I loved the thought that my grip was on him, like an invisible chain attaching him to me, a connection between us. As we approached the cafe where I planned to stop, I took hold of his hand and slowed my walking pace until we had come to a stop. I put my bags down and turned to face him, in the street, as people went by and carried on with their business. I looked at his face.. my boy, my owned boy. With our fingers interlocked, I drew him closer to me, and I could sense his lack of ease with the public display of intimacy. He averted his gaze downwards and I drew him still closer to me. I could feel the warmth of his body against me as I pressed myself against him and it felt very reassuring. I pushed myself still closer to him, until I could feel the hard metal of his chastity device through his trousers and I rubbed myself very gently against it, barely a movement, as I relished in the thought that he was locked in this chunky metal device just for my purpose. And as I savoured the feeling of the chastity device through our clothing I felt intensely aroused at the level of control I held over my boy. I held him closely to me, and as I looked at him I noticed that just for the briefest moment his eyes closed..an extended blink, and as he did so, his bottom lip was drawn in and held by his teeth, just for a second.. as he was equally aroused and overwhelmed by the situation. The thrill of watching him do that is what chastity is all about for me..It was summed up in a moment's facial expression..


..and as my chastity daydream ended, I continued walking to the cafe with the most comforting, warm feeling..


I dream of the day when I have my chastity sub.