Table Video - Tease and Denial.

My boy had been denied orgasm for almost 4 months when we did this table play.
At the end of it, he was locked back up, still without orgasm.

Plans..

There are a few fantasies around chastity that are very dear to me - I have had them for over 2 decades, from my late teens and from my very first thoughts around domination and cock ownership.

One of these long standing fantasies involves a table. It is padded and long enough for slave to lay on, face down, with a hole in the middle for him to expose his cock through. I visualise myself under the table, with the part of him that concerns me, neatly presented, isolated from the rest of him and at my disposal. It perhaps seems at odds with a dominating role, to be sat, crunched up, under a table. But this for me is exactly right. I am in my own private space, unhindered, separate from slave even, just with his protrusion, there for my sole pleasure. I don't feel rushed, under pressure or obligation, watched or even in the company of another. I feel isolated almost, in my own world, and with complete freedom to do exactly as I please.

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When my boy first moved to his new house, on my street, we talked about new equipment we would buy or make, situations we would devise, and more. But even after a year, we have had so much else going on that we haven't really had time or need to explore these ideas as yet.

I had planned on instructing my boy to make the table of my fantasy, but I suddenly had an idea just last week. We have a massage table. Slave bought it for me for my birthday last year, and we have made good use of it as a massage table. It has a hole where you can rest your face.

The hole is not perfectly placed for a slave table, so I gave my boy the task of experimenting with the bed, settee and table to devise a stable position for him to lay face down on it, where the hole is centrally placed for his exposure.

He did such explorations with the table and came up with this.

He tested it, and it worked perfectly.

With the cage removed, this was exactly how I had imagined it in my fantasies. This is what I have been waiting for.

My boy, knowing the time I have invested in contemplation of this scenario, has had his own expectations heightened because of this. He has been imagining all kinds of things, feeding my already full repertoire of situations. 

However, in truth, he may find that on our first session with THE TABLE, I purely just explore, very slowly, the feeling of having him at my mercy. I do not tend to rush things, but prefer to go slowly, savouring and relishing every moment.

His first appointment with The Table is in 3 days time.

I have an equipment list which I will send to him to prepare and have layed out ready for me, and if the mood takes me, I will share the details with you all - 

my hungry followers of chastity heaven.

New photos of Mistress KeyHolder

My boy had a lovely idea and he has been working and compiling for me.

This is the product of his labours... 

all for me..

http://mistresskeyholder.blogspot.co.uk/p/mistress-keyholder-photos.html

Worship...

Last week, my boy's work commitments meant that we were not able to see each other. He was having to leave very early and was arriving home very late. It was difficult for both of us as we were not able to be in our normal close contact by text either. By Thursday he was begging to see me...

So I gave 10 minutes of my time for my boy, and got myself to his house.

He really was missing me. He was like a little puppy dog excited to see his owner. Eager and giddy with excitement.

The week hadn't been made easier by the fact that we had been thinking a lot about rubber clothing. We were hoping to enter a photo competition and had planned a photoshoot day where I would dress up and my boy would be photographer. His ideas and thoughts around poses were not helping cocklet. 

"Mistress I was desperate before you came here.  Cocklet has been making things harder and harder.  He is aching (as are my balls).  He feels denied, lost, helpless and utterly hopeless.  There is no hope at all for him.  He is just purely your toy now.  That has been hitting me hard over the last few days especially.  Tonight... you didn't relieve that.  You didn't touch him or let him out even.  Instead... you made it harder for me.  Thank you."

We went straight upstairs and layed on the bed together. He needed to worship me. I knew. So, I pulled down my jeans and, on all fours, presented him with his place of worship. 

His eagerness and sense of desperation were very obvious. The speed with which he flung his mouth and tongue onto me. And I placed my hand behind his head, holding him there.

"I wanted to throw myself at you, give myself over purely to worship.  And just as I was thinking about this, you dropped your jeans and allowed me to do just that.  Your bottom felt amazing.... tasted fantastic - better than ever before.  Very much so.  I absolutely loved it and feel extremely privileged.  Thank you."

I loved his worship. It lead me to a place of pleasure. Devotion at this level is incredibly sexual....

"Your orgasm.... when I need one so badly... 3 months and 2 weeks since my accident.  8 months, 2 weeks and 5 days since my last proper orgasm.... I REALLY need one. Yet you took one at a whim.  My god.  I LOVED your orgasm Mistress.  Whilst all I could do was worship your body.  Your slave, so so frustrated and desperate, I felt I was just there to please you and to feed your orgasm.  To increase the thing that you denied me.  Mistress, giving up my orgasms is worth the pleasure derived from seeing and feeling you have yours.  Especially to know your orgasms are caused by my lack of them.  Thank you."

In return for his devotion, and my quickly having to leave, I wanted to give him a gift. I cleaned myself with them first, and then placed them under his pillow.

"Your knickers... what an unexpected and amazing gift!  You know that I shall be going to sleep tonight with them over my nose.  That I will be sniffing them in bed..  And grateful... truly truly grateful for what you gave me.  Thank you...

Finally, just to let you know some things....

Your body is the most amazing, beautiful and sexy body I have ever seen or touched.  I genuinely want to worship you with my entire being every time I see you unclothed.  Your bottom is SO delectable.  Your pussy... owns me...."

And so I left him..but we both felt replenished for having our few minutes together.

"Dear Mistress Keyholder,

I feel it is beholden on me to write you a formal thank you following your visit just now.

I feel utterly used, abused, overwhelmed and engulfed by you.

I think it is fitting that I write this thank you whilst on my knees - I am genuinely kneeling before the computer as I type.  I am doing that because I think it would please you and also because it feels like the proper position to write this letter from..."

Don't you just think my boy is becoming the most lovely slave? Isn't he everything I ever wanted, everything I ever spoke to you about in my early days of searching? He is becoming such a good boy....

Male chastity..

This is why it is my obsession. 

Increased Denial

He hasn't had a proper orgasm for over 7 months now, so it would seem his denial was pretty maxxed up, however, even with the extremity of long term denial it is easy, (if your heart isn't in it) to become disinterested in it and for the lock up to lose it's spark. 

Fortunately for my boy, I am VERY interested in it. So, rather than becoming routine and mundane, it has gained intensity and his denial had actually been increased.
I'm not talking about duration here, as the lock up has been long term anyway. His denial has been increased,ironically, by my enjoyment of it.

I used to let cocklet out and play with him, wank him, have sex with him and thoroughly make use of and enjoy him, without any orgasm happening of course. But this play in some way, even though not an orgasm, sated my boy's need to some extent.

Recently, I have discovered something else much more satisfying than enjoying him by physical contact. I am getting far more pleasure and fulfillment from not touching him. I have to say, it is simply the most divine thing imaginable!

I did this one week on our day spent together. I touched him everywhere except cocklet. His belly, balls, very base of cocklet. Nice soft touches, hard hurting touches, slapping, scratching pulling nipping touches, and then gentle strokes and kind touches. But nothing for cocklet. Not a thing.

He imagined I would eventually give in and stroke cocklet, as I usually do, just because I love him so much. But this particular day, I loved more the effects on my boy of not touching. His need and desperation were far more of a thrill and a pleasure to me, that in spite of wanting to touch cocklet, I resisted in favour of not doing.

I think my boy thought that the following week on our day together I would surely touch. But again, I followed the same procedure, allowing cocklet out of the cage to point and be denied only.

My boy has gone longer than a few weeks without being touched, but this teasing, the closeness of my fingers but still being denied, is far harder for him to bear than simply being locked away and forgotten about.

And by the time our third week and our third day spent together, I think he must have felt almost certain that this time cocklet would get touches.

But the truth is, I am so enjoying what it is doing to my boy, I can't ruin it, I just can't - I love his desperation too much. It is so impossibly hard for him. So difficult to bear. It makes him love me though and need me. He truly needs me. How can I take that away from him? I just can't.

We layed on the bed, with cocklet free but untouched, and watched some video clips..mainly breath play and bondagey things. It made me want the re-breather on him.

With one wrist handcuffed to the bed, and my weight laying on his other arm, the mask covering his nose and mouth, he began to breathe, and I closed the valve.

I held his head close to me, and spoke gently to him, and as I did, I began, with feahterlight fingers, to caress cocklet. . . 

We had the best, most intense, tender, loving experience of control and submission. It was very genuine and unhindered and also full on sexual.

I own my boy. 
We both know it,
and neither of us would have it any other way.

Cuckolding - Not..

It was dominant men who we directed our search at. Bulls. Men who were MEN, who would join me in humiliating my boy and who were well able and experienced to satisfy me.

As I chatted to the men who approached us though, I became more and more aware that this type of personality just clashed with mine. That we would and up battling, and by chance, a man with submissive tendencies began talking with me. I much preferred his style and the scenarios that I could envisage with having two subs, even if one was more sexually free than the other.

And so my search has become one for a second sub.

However, as this search has evolved, so have the end results. I have unfortunately been reminded of the frustrations of my original search for a chastity slave. I have wasted so much time building up a relationship only to have it ended just proir to meeting, for many and varied reasons. It is emotionally draining, frustrating, time consuming but more than anything, utterly disappointing.

Should I not just be happy that I have my boy? Of course I am, and I never lose sight of that. Without him I am not whole. However, this new advancement in our relationship is hopefully going to add something for all 3 involved.

I will not rush or be discouraged. Just as my boy existed for me, I also believe there is another boy who is made to be my second sub.

I will keep you informed.

The Implications of Denial -

By my boy...

I used to consider myself good at sex.

I relished all the sensations of lovemaking and was able to pretty much hold off my orgasm as long as I wanted. Thrusting deep. Hard. Fast. Long. I considered myself a 'long stayer' and loved knowing that I could fully satisfy my partner for as long and intensely as she wanted.

Not anymore.

Mistress Keyholder has changed all that.

Can you imagine what 18 months of enforced chastity might do to you - usually months between orgasms; weeks between even being able to have an erection; most of the time receiving no stimulation whatsoever? There is no milking, no relief.  Mistress Keyholder does not like any form of male emission.

After so much denial every touch becomes electric.  Any stimulation whatsoever has turned into an overpowering wave that immediately takes me to the edge of orgasm.

I have reached the stage where I cannot even push cocklet into Mistress Keyholder.  If I allowed him to thrust into her, he would instantly explode. Trying to make love, I have to very carefully edge and inch myself into her. The slightest move from her, or even a whisper in my ear, is enough to make me urgently pull out, panting to try and hold back the forbidden orgasm.  And Mistress Keyholder is the most sensual woman I ever met.  She loves to wriggle and writhe and squeeze and thrust.  She demands that I fuck her.

I have reached the stage now where I cannot fuck my Mistress.  The best I can manage, after much patience and holding back from her, is two or three strokes before I have to stop.  

Mistress Keyholder has turned my cock into her very own cocklet.  His new name is very apt - he's like a real cock but totally useless.  She has made me what I would consider a pathetic man, unable to satisfy, a premature ejaculator.  Mistress agrees when I ask if she thinks of me as pathetic.  She says that I am. And she never lies. Though Mistress Keyholder points out.... she loves a pathetic man.

It is extremely frustrating.  I constantly crave stimulation, for cocklet to be touched and played with.  But I have now reached the place where I can't even take that stimulation.  Even when cocklet is free, he is unable to enjoy his freedom but merely has a taste of what he desires before being unable to continue.  Just enough to tease and tantalise, to make him truly, truly desperate.

The ache never ever goes away.  There is no relief.  And because of this, it is getting harder.

Mistress Keyholder is very charitable.

She says cocklet is not useless, but achieves the purpose that she most desires from him - chastity, denial, my suffering and frustration.  He does that very well.  It speaks volumes about her need for chastity, that she is prepared to sacrifice proper lovemaking in order to satisfy that need.

I know that cocklet is not enough for her on his own.

I know that whilst she loves him, loves my denial, she also craves a proper cock.

I know she desires a cock that she can lick and suck and that will make her moan with lust as it thrusts deep into her.  A man's cock.

I find the knowledge that cocklet can never be enough for her, that she has turned him into an ornament, to be extremely embarrassing.  I find her craving for another man's cock to be hurtful and humiliating.  I know that if she finds him, it will mean even greater denial for cocklet and a likely restriction of the privileges to her that I have so far enjoyed.

My need to submit to her, to worship her and to please her has never been greater.

I hope she finds that man. I will do everything I can to help her and to ensure she is completely fulfilled.

I am Mistress Keyholder's adoring slave, her dog.