New name for cock..

Since my last post about the man I had noticed on my drive to work, my boy and I have been talking very much more seriously about the prospect of cuckolding. We have discussed it many times before but I had not felt ready to embark on it for real until our relationship was absolutely secure and established.

I did not want my boy feeling threatened by someone else in the sense that he risked losing me. I wanted him to understand that it would only serve to make his devotion and commitment to me even stronger.

My boy offered to search for an appropriate bull for me, and I accepted his offer, though was doubtful he'd find me anyone one who I deemed suitable.

I was pretty much right. The men who saw themselves as 'bull' were, in general, not the type of man that I wanted any association with. Just as when I was looking for my boy, I wanted someone quite unique.
As my boy sifted through the many applicants, we were of course sent photographs, displaying various shapes and sizes.......

Some were huge.

Looking at these, and then seeing my silver cage on poor boy made me see him differently. He was so very much smaller, babyish almost, and so I began referring to him as cocklet.

This is his new name.

cocklet.

Turning a Corner..

On my drive to work I passed a car. A white Merc. I was driving slowly round a corner and the car approached slowly too.

It was being driven by a man. He was maybe in his late 40's, tanned, immaculately groomed. He wore a crisp, white shirt which was brilliant against his tanned skin. He had grey flecks in his hair. Sophisticated. Intelligent. Well off. Successful.

I imagined somehow, that I got to meet this man. Allowing him to take me out. Getting to know him. He is who I would allow my boy to share me with. One day, my boy will have to share me.

Cock is spending increasing amounts of time locked away. He doesn't even get to come out and point very often now.

It may take years to find a suitable man, just as it took years to find my perfect slave. But I see this is the direction we are heading in.

shed.........

Training Shed.

Although my boy came to me fully committed to and in need of chastity and servitude, he was coming to me from a very normal life. From the outside, we both hold regular jobs and would appear to anyone else to be quite normal folk.

With this in mind, the contrast of being thrown into enforced, longterm, unrelenting chastity has had it's little glitches. That is only to be expected. From one extreme to another. From overuse of his sexual freedom to having it completely taken away from him.

And I have high standards. I expect not just chastity, but a chastity slave. I expect him to serve and to be devoted to me.
There have been times when he has retaliated against this. When he has thought I have been wrong or unfair.

What he has yet to learn, that unfair or wrong, it doesn't matter. He does as I say. I expect nothing less. Often that is very unfair. 

He criticises me for never admitting fault, but if I did, if I believed there are times when I am not the strongest link in our chain, then I would not be me. I would not be who I am. I would not be able to dominate and rule him in the way I do if I was weak willed or didn't have absolute belief in myself.

So coming to me from his position of authority at work, of being a leader, a manager, someone in control, it has had it's challenges to truly submit to me.

But I help him by not shifting my stance when he fights against me. I help him by being strong and showing him this is the way it is going to be. He does sulk at times. But I just wait. I am very patient, and I know that eventually he will come round to admitting I am right, even when I am wrong in his eyes.

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While we were exploring his new garden the other week, I investigated a little shed. It was full of cobwebs and clutter and rubbish. But I thought how perfect it would be for my boy. A little house for him. A special place for when he forgets who is in charge. A training house. A cold, uncomfortable place where he could spend time on quiet reflection.

I gave him instruction to clean it out and told him my plan for the little house.

That afternoon he set to work and cleaned his place. He scrubbed the cold brick floor and swilled it out.

It's now very lovely. 

It will serve him well.

      

 
                                                    

Financial Rules.

I have for some time now had control of my boy's finances. I have the only access to his bank account and his wages and he no longer has any idea of how much money is in there. He is given pocket money fortnightly to pay for his essentials.

He is required to keep a financial record of how his pocket money is spent and has to submit receipts to me as evidence. I periodically scrutinise his book and record keeping.

I recently did such a scrutiny, and have the following requirements for my boy..

(He has not been told of these yet, and does not know where to find his new rules. All I know is that he will come across them....).

1. you are no longer to shop at A... you may instead shop at the village discount food shop and the village supermarket. 

2. you are to get and use a loyalty card for the chemist shop that you use.

3. you drink too much coke and some of your receipts represent money wasted on bought lunches when better preparation would save you money. You are to cut down the amount of coke you drink. If you can do this yourself to my satisfaction I will allow you freedom to continue using your money wisely, otherwise I will disallow coke from your shopping lists altogether.

4. you do not need to ask me to justify or give reasons for anything I have said here. You are just to accept my wisdom.

Update - by my boy

Mistress has been extremely busy both with work and personal life in the last few months, meaning no time for updates here.  That's not to say that we haven't both been very active together...

I am still locked in chastity.  My keys are permanently held by Mistress Keyholder and I only ever come out of the cage at her whim.  I can't cheat or pull out because I have a prince albert piercing, which has a padlock securing my cock inside the tube of the cage.   My orgasms are infrequent and my Christmas present to her was a year with no orgasm.

Less than halfway through the year though.... and I must report I have had two orgasms.  Hard core chastity fanatics might feel let down at that, however shouldn't be.  Mistress Keyholder is as hard core as you can get and these orgasms were in fact HER choice,  not mine.  The year gift just gave her the freedom to make choices without any pressure from me.

I was all set and determined to last the year for Mistress Keyholder.  I had put the thought of orgasm out of my mind.  Well, as far as you can get when your cock is constantly teased and you are faced time and again with your Owner having orgasm after orgasm in front of you.  Her orgasms caused in fact by your denial.  I was going slowly mad with it, frustrated, desperate and without hope. But then Mistress decided it was time for an orgasm.  We discussed it carefully.  She explained to me that she wasn't throwing my gift back at me, but that the gift merely removed the pressure from her.  She wanted me to have an orgasm.  We discussed it and she planned it to be as frustrating as possible.  It turned out to be one of the most loving, intimate and frustrating experiences I have ever had. Laid naked next to Mistress, her hand on cock.  Suckling, her nipple pushed into my mouth and her breast pushed against my face.  Her soft skin touching me.  Mistress's hand touching my cock.   Lightly.So very, very lightly.Slowly she stroked.  Not urging me towards orgasm at all.  Just slowly slowly slowly teasing cock.  It had been so long since my last orgasm, I was SO desperate.  Yet Mistress managed to drag it out for what seemed an age, just torturing cock with the gentlest of touches.  Each time I became worked up, Mistress just shushed me back down.  Telling me to be quiet.  A good boy.  Just to relax and take it.  Sucking softly on her nipple. When the rush overcame me, she did not speed up her pace.  She kept the touch light and gentle, dragging out the orgasm into a quiet and soft rush that took me over and was gradually forced from me, rather than being allowed to arch my back and explode it out with an assertive thrust.  I felt so close to her, so denied even during my orgasm.  So intimate, loving.   The most frustrating, yet amazing experience ever. It was 5 months and 3 days since my last orgasm.  Not quite a year, but the longest I have ever been. I'm going to try and do some more blog entries on behalf of Mistress in the next week or so.  There is lots to tell - Mistress giving me her nasty, nettles, purposeful jealousy with 'special feelings' and a gradual increase in my overall denial despite the orgasms...  I might even mention teamviewer, cubby holes and other ideas floating round our heads. Nothing has changed - I am still in love with my Queen.  Only deeper and deeper all the time.  She is the yin to my yan and I am so grateful that she chose me to be her chastity slave. I am Mistress Keyholder's lucky boy.  

useless cock - true story

'It's getting smaller' she observed as her fingers danced along his swollen cock.

'It must be all this time locked up, it's making it smaller.  It's becoming so tiny.'

Fear gripped his belly even as his cock became yet more rigid at her humiliating words.

'Then don't keep it locked up Mistress - let it have some time out of the cage for a while'

He was terrified of his cock becoming useless to her. Terrified of it being put to one side, left untouched in favour of her rubber surrogate cock or even worse, that of another man. 

He knew though that she would never take up his suggestion.  The fact of his cock being locked away was the very basis of their relationship.  The one reason she needed him.

She replied, 'No. Perhaps I'll just keep him locked away all the time.  If he's too small for me then there's no need for him to come out.'

His belly churned deeper into fear.

Today was a special day though.

Today she allowed him to be inside her.  Allowed him to feel the ecstasy of making love with the woman that ruled his whole life.

If only it wasn't so difficult...

Trying, trying so hard to push cock into her.  Trying to ignore the feel of her smooth skin against his.  Not to be affected by her the allure of her pixie like features, her sensual body - petite, yet still managing to be deliciously curvy in all the places that draw a man's eye..  Trying to control himself as he felt the heat of her pussy gripping his cock relentlessly.

Pushing in a little bit... pushing... please please don't move... a little more... stop.  Withdraw. Head of cock against her wetness.  Pushing in again... eyes closed.  Panting. Panting.  Please.... Her fingers pulling at him, urging him inside.... cock pulsing... right on the edge... stop... pant... pant... try to control himself... her hips rocking.. my god... please.....

A week since cock was out of the cage.  Since any stimulation whatsoever.  Prior to that, three weeks of cock lock-down.  Yet now she expected him to fuck her.  And he just couldn't do it.  Cock was just too too sensitive.

His mind awash with the certain knowledge that if he couldn't satisfy her, she would find another man who could, he tried so hard to press his cock into her.  Knowing that she would find that man and make him watch. Show him what he couldn't achieve.  He tried to back away from the edge of orgasm.

Eventually, he managed to push cock all the way inside her.  Maybe 10 minutes of trying before he achieved even this.  Slowly gaining control of himself enough to give a couple of little thrusts.  Before suddenly having to pull out of her on the very edge of an explosion.  How useless he felt.  How useless his cock had become to a woman.  And she had purposefully made him this way. 

This was the effect of 4 months, 1 week and 3 days without an orgasm.  Of repeated lengthy cock lock downs, until his cock was so sensitive he could explode almost from just the wrong thought passing through his mind.

As he slowly gained control... and she orgasmed.... again and again... he became increasingly maddened by his own lack of orgasm.

It was so so so long since he had one.  The need was there constantly.  And here she was, having orgasms like they were confetti.  His need.  His extreme need.  He needed an orgasm.  He NEEDED one.  He couldn't take this anymore.  He couldn't go any longer without one.  Cock was on the edge of orgasm constantly.  He was holding it at bay by sheer force of will, but he couldn't cope any more.  He had reached his limit.

Four months was enough.  Four months was too much.  He became despondent. Hopeless in his arousal.  There was no hope for him.  Her orgasms were caused by and heightened by his suffering - this somehow made it worse.  He had no hope. But he couldn't continue.  He felt such an aching sense of loss.  The loss of his orgasm.

Lost in this desperation, utterly lost, he began to beg.

Quietly at first.

'Please Mistress. Please. I can't take any more now. It's been too long.  Please allow me an orgasm'

His loss and desperation mounting even further as she just continued to ride him, by now she was on top, her full, round breasts right in front of his eyes.

More urgently...

'Please please please please...'

Yet she continued to ignore him.  And ignore him.  Just using cock.

Until his pleas became sobs.  Until he was writhing in desperate agony.  Unable to cope. Yet unable to stop.  Urgent begging. Loud and insistent.  Sobbing and pathetic.

He couldn't take any more.  He truly couldn't. He just wanted, NEEDED this constant frustration to stop.

Just as he was at his peak, just as he felt the most lost, she began to soothe him.  Like a mother soothing her child, her hand stroked his face.  

Brushed back his hair.

Gentle.

Soft.

Quietly cooing to him.

'It's ok my love. It's ok.'

'But it's so hard Mistress'

'Shhhh.  I know.  I know.'

He felt her care, felt her love as she stroked and soothed him.  Telling him how well he was doing.  Telling him it was alright.  

But not for one instant did she stop.

Not for a second did she allow that desperation to recede.

Instead she heightened it.

Her lips close to his ear...

'Can you feel how wet I am?'

He lay still, trying desperately to maintain his control on cock.

'Can you feel the wetness sliding all over cock?'

Indeed he could.  She was sopping and hot.  He knew it was because of his suffering.

'It's alright. Shhhhhhhh.  It's alright.'

As she slowly tormented him with her tight wetness.

And so she continued.  Riding.  Soothing.  Cock was not just desperate, he was actually in pain.  A huge ache all along the underside.  An ache that she just enhanced and increased with her every move.  All the while soothing and encouraging him.

Never before had he felt such desperation.  Not in all the time he had served her.  Never had it ached and hurt so much.  Yet now he felt at peace.  Close. Intimate.  She allowed him to suffer.  Helped him to give himself even deeper to her.  And he adored her for it.  His desperation became not something to escape, but something to embrace. Allowing it to fill him. Embracing the ache and taking it all for her.  

His closeness to her, his submission to her, never felt so vivid as this.  

This was why he was hers so completely.

Because she loved his suffering so much. Because she allowed it to happen.

She was his Goddess and he loved her with all his heart.

But the most wonderful thing about this story, certainly from my perspective, is that every word is true.  Every word describing what Mistress Keyholder did to me today.  I am the luckiest boy in the world and am SO grateful for her.

Mistress - thank you for my suffering.  Thank you for allowing it.  Thank you so very much for such a wonderful day. I love you. xxx