Showing posts with label chastity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chastity. Show all posts

Sunday 5 November 2023

Waiting for My New Boy.

It is just over two years now that I have been single and coming up to my third Christmas.

In some respects it seems like a lifetime, in others, barely the blink of an eye. 

One thing that is blatantly clear to me, (I knew before it even happened), is that I detest being single. It is a painful, terrible place for me and something that I have not had to suffer in my adult life before but I can't accept anything less than what my soul truly needs.

I have had vanilla dates and kink dates this year. Nothing is really working for me.

It is because I desire one specific thing. A man who CRAVES to have his cock locked away by me and wants to fall into the depths of all that entails. He wants it so badly he is ready when he approaches me. He has the cage, he knows as much about it as I do and he needs me just as badly as I need him.

He has a beautiful, shiny metal cage and a piercing to secure it in place. He has been looking for me for as long as I have been looking for him.

He has to exist.

Just as I was KH_inmyDreams, searching more than a decade ago, here I am on that arduous journey yet again, in need of the one man who can give me what I need, who feels like 'home' when I am with him, and through the interdependence of strict chastity control brings the binding of a web-like thread around us.

He has fantasised about it from being a boy, I am sure and his attempts to fit in to a vanilla relationship have just left him empty and unfulfilled.

He doesn't just crave chastity. He craves to submit to the will of the woman he is controlled by, to be controlled in all respects. He is willing to give up everything for me. In giving eveything up, he gains more. He gains the absolute bliss of being held by the woman of his dreams. Knowing that she is iron, and when he melts at her feet she will pick him up, with the tip of her finger, and dangle him wherever she pleases.

He will be bound, sensory deprived, suffocated with her control to a place where his belly becomes queasy and heavy and he just submits to whatever she says, to whatever she does. She could take his last breath and he would give it.

All with him dangling from her finger tip.

My finger tip is waiting for its victim. I am waiting to prod and tease and whisper and adore..

the man who presents himself to me for complete ownership.

I remain, 

Mistress KeyHolder.


Saturday 26 August 2017

Boy is Labelled for Life

I think it's about time I did an update here.

Most importantly, boy and I are still together. As my blog has documented, we have had, but also survived, some difficult times.

We still have conflict, differences, disagreements and issues, but on the whole we are strong and happy and we are getting better at resolving our problems.

What I am about to tell you, happened 15 months ago, but I didn't feel suitably placed to share the news then.

Now I do.

On 20th May, 2016,10am, I initiated my boy into permanently labelled status. He had always asked and wanted to be tattooed by me, but I waited until I felt we were strong enough for such a commitment to be made. 

It was perhaps a year or more later than boy would have liked, and ironically, we had our most severe fall out the month after this branding.

There are times he has wished it away. 

He has never really been proud of it to me, or glad of it. But I am incredibly proud of it, and pleased with it. It perhaps now means more to me than him. He feels trapped and hindered by it when we argue and our relationship is under threat.

But I love it.

I know you would like to see, a beautifully chastised, tattooed boy.

He didn't know what was going to be tattooed on him when I took him there. All he knew was where he was going. He didn't know my initials would be there. 

But you have to admit, it is a thing of beauty isn't it?






Thursday 11 August 2016

Finding me..

I was thinking today, that I have lost Mistress Keyholder a bit. I have definitely not stopped being her - it is who I am, how I was made, and can't be diminished or taken away, even if I wished to. But circumstances, daily life and pressures of living have distracted me from my obsession and have taken me somewhere where I don't really care to be.

So, I decided to focus a little more time on me. On re-establishing Mistress Keyholder in my mind and on my blog - some investment in myself.

I began with a search on the internet - "Chastity for men". Chastity. A word I typed into search engines in the earlier days of the internet, over and over and over, reading every single scrap of information I could find, and in those days there was very little, mainly on Catholic or other religious reasons for chastity.

The first link I clicked on was this; (A gay man's experience of 3 days being locked, but interesting nonetheless).

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/brian-moylan/three-days-of-torture_b_2295045.html

The second link I clicked on; (Oh my.. just looking at all these devices.. mmmmmmmmmmm - big time!)

http://www.chastitytrophy.com/en/index.asp

and finally;

http://behindbarz.co.uk.

It was like RED HOT porn to me. Reading about and looking at chastity does something to me that sex simply does not. It doesn't even come close. These few minutes of time taken out for my self indulgence reminded me of my utter obsession with chastity; that this is not something I contrive - it is the core of who I am; of how incredibly sexy chastity control is and how it physically drives my passion.

Welcome back Mistress Keyholder.




Tuesday 3 November 2015

Intense Teasing..

This has got to have been one of my most favourite times with my boy.

Simple, but so very, very intense.

I loved every second of it and felt completely involved and absorbed in what I was doing. I could have gone on for a very long time. This video shows in essence my obsession. It demonstrates it to you.

I want to share it with you.
I want to show you how desperate my boy is.
I want you all to see how sensitive his cocklet it..how it jumps and twitches and so very clearly needs more than what I give.

I'm sorry you don't get to see how the session unfolds...


http://www.4shared.com/video/BmOOe0rPce/00216000.html

Tuesday 19 November 2013

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.

 

Tuesday 11 June 2013

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

Wednesday 21 November 2012

Reasons for Chastity..

What a dude!!...

This bloke has it all susssed. You need to watch this vid - 

http://www.yourbrainrebalanced.com/index.php?PHPSESSID=ced7fc3d18d9cbed9d06b4f1746ee352&topic=3518.msg55300#msg55300

He isn't speaking from a D/s perspective, but as far as motivation for the Nofap cult, he's all there.

Hope it's inspired you!

Wednesday 14 November 2012

No Fap November

I know it's a bit late in the month, but I have only just discovered this, and it's too good not to share with you.

I'm not entirely sure of the Nofap originators, but there is lots of information out there on it, including a facebook page with 300 likes so far.

In a nutshell, it's about not wanking for the month of November. You are allowed to have sex but no orgasm and it's supposed to be done as a social thing, by a group of men who all agree and support each other. Also, there is a bit of inspiration to be the winner!

The benefits are listed, but we already know these, don't we?

I like this blog about one man's experience of his month...

http://www.nofapnovember.net/

 Nofap have done other months and I'm sure it will gain popularity and more months will be set in the future.

If you haven't joined in already, you can start now.

And, why stop on November 31st?

Wednesday 7 November 2012

Chastity Passion

Chastity Passion - 

I feel it when you undo your jeans and I see a shiny cb..

I feel it when I touch your freshly shaved skin with my full hand and I know your cock is throbbing for me..

I feel it when we kiss..

I feel it when I hold onto your balls, and they are so red and full and the skin is so tight they are fit to burst.. and I tease them and pull on them, and it makes you desperate. I can tell by your face you are desperate...

Chastity Passion -

...happens when I put my two hands around your cb and hold you, and you beg me to take care of you..

when you hold onto me with all your might and beg me to help you..when we kiss full on, mouths wide and tongues deep, but it still doesn't seem to be enough and we kiss even more passionately...

Chastity Passion happens when I look at you, and I know how you feel, and you know how I feel, and the whole world seems perfect.

I need this, I need it in my life so much. I crave it, I yearn for it.

It completes me.



Wednesday 24 October 2012

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.
 

Thursday 11 October 2012

Ultimate Chastity Mistress

I don't just want a man who has a strong interest in chastity, I want a man who NEEDS chastity. 

I don't just want a man who enjoys chastity play, I want a man who needs the control of his cock taken away from him for life.

I don't just want a man who enjoys play with dominant women, I want a man who can't function in the real world without a strong woman controlling his sexual behaviour.

I don't want a man who says, when is my next orgasm? I want a man who says, please tell me what I can do for you?

I don't want a man who wanks over the idea of chastity, I want a man who can't wank because he is living in chastity.

I don't want a man who lives for me, I want a man who would die for me.

This is what I live for..

I am Mistress KeyHolder - Ultimate chastity Mistress.

Wednesday 10 October 2012

Me in the World..

When I was 17 years old, before the internet, before I even knew what kink and BDSM meant, I believed I was pretty much the only person in the whole world who thought the things I did. I truly believed that I was on my own in thinking about locking men's cocks up and tying their hands behind their back. But I never felt that it was wrong or odd in any way for me to have these thoughts. I was completely at ease with them. They felt natural to me and to some extent they were comforting thoughts.

I began to dream of one day finding a man to share this way of life with. Even though I thought it was highly unlikely, I did believe that if there was me in the world who thought of locking up a mans cock, there had to be a man somewhere who wanted me to do this.

And my search began...

Along my journey, I have spoken to hundreds of men about chastity. Many hundreds. They have all, without exception, turned out to be either not to my requirements, or not genuine in their quest.

Not one single man has lived up to what I need.

I want to find a man who is as obsessed with chastity as I am.

I want him to need his cock to be locked up, to feel comforted by its being away from him, for him to be at peace with his Mistress KeyHolder and to be so very thankful to her for giving him this opportunity in life.

I hope he finds me soon... 

I yearn for my chastity boy.

Sunday 7 October 2012

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.

Friday 5 October 2012

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.


Tuesday 11 September 2012

Solitary Chastity?

I am often asked by men who have a fantasy for chastity, for advice on how to begin.
The advice is simple. Don't orgasm.

Or is it that simple? It sounds so easy, but in reality, it is incredibly hard to achieve.
It's like saying to a heavy, long-term smoker, here's a pack of cigarettes, but don't smoke, or saying to someone trying to diet, here's a chocolate muffin, don't eat it. 

Your cock is constantly with you. You can't take a break from it or remove yourself from it. It's there. And it's not just there, it's communicating with you constantly. It's telling you it is aroused, telling you it needs touching, telling you it needs attention, telling you it needs an orgasm. Sometimes it wont just be telling you, it will be pleading with hormones that course throughout your body.

And here is Mistress KeyHolder saying simply, don't orgasm.

I know it's incredibly demanding. I know it isn't possible for most men. They don't have the will power, the stamina, the self will, the determination to do it. This is why I say it is not for the feint hearted. 

Moreover, they do not have the purpose.

I could say it requires an incredibly strong man to cope with chastity, but rather, it requires an incredibly strong woman. Doing chastity for yourself maybe ok for a few days, or short term at least, but committing to a lifestyle of chastity is not really a solitary occupation.

Because of it's very nature, being so sexually, physically, emotionally demanding, it needs support and strength from a woman to see it through. There needs to be someone strong enough to say no when you are at your weakest, someone who sees the benefit for you in saying no. Someone who sees that declining to give you what you beg for and so desperately, at the time want, is in actual fact for your long term benefit.

And when the ache and the frustration becomes overbearing, knowing that someone who you care deeply for is getting intense enjoyment from your denial makes it just that bit more worth while and bearable. You have a reason to fight the feelings to give in. There is someone other than yourself who this is affecting. Someone else who's pleasure depends on your denial.

You wouldn't just be letting yourself down, but your love also.

So, for the single man who asks my advice, I say, in the first instance, try and go one day longer than you have gone before, and when you have done that, is there any particular reason why you can't do one day more? But, ultimately, there will come a time when there is just no reason to do any more. You will lack purpose.

The ideal situation is to find a keyholder to guide you. But finding someone like me who is genuine enough to do the job properly is as hard as it is for me to find a genuine man willing to commit long-term to this type of fetish.

Somewhere though, there is someone for me..

I wonder if it is you?


Wednesday 22 August 2012

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"............

Friday 15 June 2012

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.

Tuesday 22 May 2012

Poor Boy...



Isn't he beautiful? 


Isn't he just the most attractive thing sat there with a clear plastic device restraining his cock? He looks so sad and forlorn because his pleasure has been taken away from him. That image to me is far more erotic than the sight of an erection. Restrained cock... totally and utterly adorable!


If I were there, with him, I would take some rope and thread it through the D rings on his wrist cuffs and secure his hands behind his back. I wouldn't be able to help but kneel down next to him, my knees touching his, and wrap my hand around his plastic covered cock and hold him firmly, knowing that he couldn't feel me, but just to let him know it was real, I would touch his balls, so he had some sensation, some skin on skin contact, and behind his balls.. between his thighs... further back.. teasing him..
I would pull on his cock and make him lean closer to me, and kiss him. I love kissing, and I would involve him in deep, passionate mouth to mouth pleasure.


"Poor boy. You have been locked up for a whole week now haven't you?.. you are doing such a good job. I'm so very proud of you. Do you like me keeping you safe in your little plastic cage? Good.. We won't spoil it. We will keep it on for just another day.. you can manage just one more day can't you?..Oh, what a very good boy you are..."

And as I watch his face contort with frustration, and hear him whimper and say.."but pleeaaseeee......please Mistress....."
I would lay down... and tell him... "pleasure your Mistress... see if you can make her think good things about you so you might be released tomorrow...".. and I would guide his head with my two hands.. and hold him there while I enjoyed him doing his very best for me....
..knowing full well, that I would not be releasing him tomorrow, no matter how hard he tried... 


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Thanks to one of my lovely blog followers, who has done some research to find the artist of this drawing. His site is here;

http://starboy-d.blogspot.co.uk/?zx=f9e6a5ecbbc388fb

Thanks to the artist..for a very delightful drawing of a beautiful boy.




Wednesday 9 May 2012

The Responsibility of Keyholding


Keyholding is far more than just having a key in your pocket, or on a necklace around your neck.

It is about developing a relationship of extreme control. Chastity is intense... it is incessant...it is control which never leaves you. It isnt just there during play. It is a lifestyle of submission, and being a keyholder is about being responsible for that submission.

As a keyholder I have the power to break a man's will, to completely break him and make him a wreck. It is a deeply emotional journey for both Mistress and slave, and one that involves total trust. 

Equally, being a keyholder isnt just about saying no. It is about gaining that trust in the first place. It is about understanding the trauma you can cause, but making it appealing, so that your sub craves it more and more and comes to enjoy that trauma, and eventually feel comforted by it and in the end believe he actually needs it...

Becoming someones Mistress/Keyholder isnt a job I would ever take on lightly. It involves commitment and devotion from both sides.  It is a demanding role, but one which I would relish and thrive on.

It is nigh on impossible to find someone willing to commit to long term chastity control and even more unlikey for me to find someone who I could commit to to offer keyholding to - he has to be just right....

but if I ever do find the right man in my lifetime, he will be assured of an extreme ride.

Wednesday 25 April 2012

Owner of Orgasms

I want to own your orgasms.. I want you to feel desperate and out of control and desparing, and still not know when you might have your next orgasm..


may be a day, a week, a month, a year..
you will be a slave to me because of this lack of knowledge, because of this desperation.


I want you to feel helpless to satisfy yourself sexually and to have lost all hope of ever having your freedom back. I want you to feel dependent on me, and submission and slavishness will follow because of your dependency.


I want you to struggle and battle with your feelings as I tease you mercilessly, and still deny you. You will be at your wits end, but know that you have handed over control and you have no option but to suffer, no way out.


And when the teasing is over, and you are safely locked again, I will hold you and comfort you and gently kiss your cheek, and ask, ' Do you feel lucky to have such a strong willed keyholder?' and you reply, 'Yes Mistress' because you have no other option.


24/7 - I want to be the owner of your orgasms.