Chastity Seeker...!?

Regular readers of this blog will know that recently I began documenting a rekindled chastity led relationship with a man I thought I knew well.

I have since deleted those posts and I have been asked why.

He removed himself from his device, and from me, sadly. But the relationship was doomed anyway.

I dislike poetry, but these words came to me...

This is what happened to the man...

ChastitySeeker -

Chastity seeker, seeker one-nine,
said he was ready - that was his line,
said he was needy, this was the time!
Chastity seeker, seeker one-nine.

With his cock locked away
our relationship bloomed.
It was love at first sight, 
or so I assumed,
but chastity seeker, seeker one-nine
was playing with more than one Domme at a time.

Things started to register,
I began to take note
of his lack of commitment
and will to devote.

And as time elapsed
it began to come clear, 
with patience and time
evidence would appear.

Chastity seeker, seeker one-nine
strung me along with lies time after time,
until it arrived,
evidence - all I needed,
hung, drawn and quartered,
I had succeeded.

He's lost both his Dommes now,
his world is in tatters,
spiralling downwards - 
lost all that matters...

His one single chance with Mistress KeyHolder
screwed up in a ball and chucked over his shoulder. 

I am ready to start now with a new chastity boy,
to love and to cherish,
deny....
and enjoy.


 

30th Birthday Party

I have just been to my cousin's 30th birthday party. It was a family occasion and most of the people there I knew.

After the food had been put out and most of the people had arrived, the doorbell rang and a young couple came in who I didn't know.

The woman walked into the room first. She was wearing a green dress and bright red lipstick. She walked through the room greeting friends and family and her husband followed behind. He carried the toddler and the changing bag on his shoulder. He also greeted friends but then concentrated on finding a high chair and seating and feeding the toddler. She let him get on with it and socialised. My aunt got her a glass of wine. She then went and sat near her child and husband. I couldn't take my attention away from him. Not because he was attractive. He wasn't my type at all, but he never took his eyes off his wife. It was so obvious to me, his obsession with her. When the toddler was fed and taken out of the high chair, he then fetched his wife some food and then got a plate of food for himself. When they had eaten, he stood behind her and stroked her hair, and played with it, twisting it and gathering it into a ponytail, as if she were at the hairdressers, and he was a stylist getting a feel for her hair. He then, in front of the whole room, discretely kissed her neck. Nobody except me seemed to notice. 

He was her servant. He doted on her and the child. You could tell it as soon at they walked in through the door. 

Did she have a key round her neck?

I tried my best to see, but she had her back to me. If she had, I would certainly have talked to her about it.

That is the devoted man that I would mould with the key to his cock round my neck.

Encounter with a Professional Man.

The car pulled up outside his house. It was a lovely big town house. He unlocked the door and we went in. My attention was drawn away from him as I gazed around the house; the original features, the space, the art on the walls, and the items around the home that told me about him as a person. We walked through to the kitchen and again my attention was taken with looking at this new environment..and the smell. It smelt of a real kitchen where real home cooking was done.
I sat at the kitchen table and he asked if I'd like tea. While he prepared the tea I watched his every movement. Now I was sat, and more familiar with my new surroundings I was more focussed. We carried on chatting but all the while I was imagining the chastity device which I knew he wore. I imagined how it must feel for him, with me there, knowing about it. But we didn't discuss it. Neither of us mentioned it. We were just very relaxed as we chatted socially.
We sat together at the table drinking our tea and talking of things, like life and each other and the things around the house which had taken my attention.
After our second cup of tea, there was a silence. Our conversation paused... and he asked then if I would like to be shown around the rest of the house.
I did.
We eventually came to the third floor, where his bedroom was, high in the roof of the old town house. The tour was over and all I was thinking about was the chastity device which he wore, for me.
I told him to stand by the bed, and I walked away from him, then stopped and turned to look directly at him. 'Take your trousers down'..I spoke calmly. but was aware it was quite a bizarre thing to say, after the light hearted, unpersonnal conversation, and I felt worried for a second thinking that he might refuse. But he didn't. He just undid them and let them fall around his ankles.
And there it was..shiny silver. The beautiful, strong shiny silver of of the spiderwire which encased his cock, and restricted it even thought it was desperately trying to get hard. He had freshly shaved, and his white skin showcased the device perfectly.
I walked over..footsteps counting down my closeness to him. His head looked down as I approached, as it should, and I touched. My hand just went there, without thought, without any plan, I just touched.
It was the very slightest of touches. Just my fingernail stroked over the top edge of the chastity device on fresh white skin. His face said everything. Sheer frustration, but also strangely mixed with desire and pleasure and controlled passion. I stopped, and enjoyed the moment, and then began with my fingernail again. There was no skin to skin contact, just my nail, that was all I was allowing him, and as I stroked down the shaft of his cock, between the metal wire of the device, he started to mumble..
The sentences came out in single breaths, murmered so quietly. Bumbling words that had no logical sequence, that were just a reflection of the intensity of the moment;
'oh god, Miss... please...oh please..thank-you..I need to be locked...I need you doing this..oh god..please...'
I understood perfectly. After five weeks he needed to be touched and be erect and orgasm so badly. It was an overwhelming need. But at the same time, he really didn't want to be allowed that, because the enjoyment of the frustration was far greater than the release would be. He wanted release, but more than this, he didn't want release. If I had said, 'ok here's the key', he would have been so disappointed. He wanted me to carry on the denial, and I wouldn't have done anything other, no matter how desperate the pleading. I wouldn't let him down, never.
I said, 'where are the keys?' He motioned to the bedside table. I took the three keys, unlocked and relocked the lock to check they were the right ones and then placed them in the security box which he had had fixed to the wall at the side of his bed. I keyed in the security number and the keys to his device were locked in. They were there, right beside his bed, but locked and only I knew the number. 
I put the key to the security box in my purse and turned away. 
'Pull your trousers up now and take me home.' He pulled them up and I thought how pathetic he had looked with them there around his ankles.
As he fastened his trousers he replied, 'yes, Miss', and I was driven home, with a smirk on my face.