New House... New Life...

My boy will soon be moving to a house in my street. This geographical closeness will bring us closer, and allow our relationship to develop still further.

I aim to develop my control of him - to keep him on a tighter rein and to enforce new restrictions on him.

We have also talked about tailoring a room in the house specifically for his training. My boy has worked on design ideas for this room. He has come up with a head box. I restrictive prison for his head to be locked away, while I do whatever I wish to him.

He is a chastity slave now, in the true sense of the term. He is at my mercy sexually. But when he moves to his new house, I am going to start working on making him my slave in chastity. That is something quite, quite different.

108 days .......... over.

Words by my boy..

If you have read through Mistress Keyholder's blog you may have an inkling that she likes chastity.  You might realise that it is important to her.

If you know her or have come into contact with her then you will know it is very important to her.

But just HOW important is chastity to Mistress Keyholder?

How much of what she writes is just her overactive sexual fantasy?

After all, that's all it is, isn't it?  Just a bit of fantasy fun?  

I know the answers to these questions.

Read my true life experiences of the last two days and maybe you will too.

Yesterday I met Mistress Keyholder for a snatched hour amid her jobs and busy busy life. I was grateful that she gave me her time and thankful

that she allowed me to give her time back to her - by doing some of her ironing and her supermarket shop. Her ironing has to be perfect by the way -

right down to ironing socks, dusters, knickers... everything!  I think if you laid flat in her house for more than 10 minutes you would get ironed.  It genuinely was an honour that she allowed me to do this.  But that's another story.

We met briefly.  Just an hour.

During this time she wanted to see cock.

Her cock.

She had put the keys to the cage out where I could see them.  I was certain she was going to let cock out to play with him.

 

She touched him through the cage.

She kissed him and stroked him.  

If only you could see the way her lips kissed cock through the bars at the end of the cage.

The love, the desire in that kiss.

Her kiss drove me mad. Especially when her tongue licked wetly through the bars, coating the head of cock with her saliva.

If only you could see the way she looked at him.

It was a look of utter, utter love.  There was no mistaking it.

She held him and cuddled up to him. Laying with her head in my lap, cheek pressed against her caged cock.

Her eyes were closed and she looked just so much at peace.

She had a look on her face of complete happiness. Ecstasy. Devotion.

She told me then that cock wasn't going to be let out of the cage that day.  

I was relieved to be honest.  I was extremely horny, but the intense love I felt from her devotion to her chaste cock, well I just didn't

want to take that away from her.  I didn't want to lose the submissive feeling that filled my entire being.  I was turned to mush inside.

I have never seen anybody look so in love as Mistress Keyholder did when she held her caged cock.

I have never felt so in love, so needing to please someone else in that way.  I have never felt so helpless and submissive.

Today I saw her again.  Lucky me, two days on the trot!!!

Our time together is always special, though I won't go into all the detail right now. 

Just to tell you how desperate I was. She had turned me into this needy creature who was just so incredibly frustrated all the time and so needy for an 

orgasm.

She had me wear a condom so that I might be able to fuck her the way she likes.  

Well.

Fuck her at all to be honest.

I am that sensitive after so long without orgasm, my prolonged periods in the cage and the incredibly teasing way that she touches me, that when I am

inside her sometimes I can't even move.  Sometimes I can't even GET inside her!

The condom helped and I was able to thrust into Mistress without fear of an immediate accident.  Though I did become more and more desperate.  I 

was a little lost in it all and just started begging and begging her to let me orgasm.  It was 108 days since my last orgasm.  I really meant it.  So so desperate.  I begged and begged.

After she had given me the honour of Pure Pussy Pleasure, she had me take off the condom and lay on my front on the bed, on top of a towel.

She then made me hump the towel.

'Made' is rather strong actually - I was just so desperate I would have done anyway.

She lay there watching me.

Telling me how dirty I was.

I was so embarrassed.  Her face right in front of me. Watching me just humping a towel.  That was all I was allowed.

I was still begging.

I needed to cum.

Eventually she got on all fours in front of me.

Her arse was in my face. It was clear what she wanted me to do.

At that point, with my tongue buried inside her hole, she told me that she would allow me to cum.

I have been without orgasm for 108 days.  And up to 4 weeks at a time in the cage without it even coming off.

I am not some chastity expert.  I haven't had years of practice, building up to this.  I'm like most people reading this blog in that I used to masturbate every single day.

Lots.

Until I met Mistress Keyholder.

108 days is a LONG time for me.

108 days without an orgasm - over 3 months.

You might have expected something special after all that time.

I had been wearing a condom - I could have cum whilst making love to Mistress Keyholder.  She could have allowed that, let me cum in a loving, special way.

But no.

My orgasm after 108 days was humping a towel on the bed with my tongue buried deep into her arse.

It only took a few seconds.

And was one of the most mind blowing and humiliating experiences of my life.

Afterwards we held each other. Naked in each other's arms.

Mistress Keyholder was crying. She had tears streaming down her cheeks.

We talked.

She was sad. So sad.

Sad because I had an orgasm.

Sad because I was no longer her desperate boy.

Mistress Keyholder tells me she LOVES her orgasms (I can attest to that).

She also tells me that she hates mine.  She can't abide them.

How many women do you know that need chastity so much, they cry over an orgasm?

Mistress Keyholder doesn't need chastity.

Mistress Keyholder NEEDS chastity.

That's why I love her so much.

I beg her often to never let me go.  I mean that, I truly mean it from the bottom of my heart.

Mistress Keyholder's devoted and loving boy. 

House

My boy has had an offer accepted on a house in my street, less than 50 yards away..

He will be here, at my beck and call, every moment I feel the need to call on him.

101 Days - Our Day Together - by my chaste boy

My Dearest Mistress,

Thank you for today.

This isn't the reason I love you so much, or the only reason I'm so gushy about you, but I need to tell you - today you gave me the best sexual experience of my life.

Nothing comes close.

The way you looked in your rubber.

The way you felt.

The way you smelt.

As I type about it now, think about it, cock is swelling and my heart suddenly races.

Everything you did today was so perfect. I want to live today again and again and again.

When you leant against the banister, your bottom sticking out, unzipped from the rubber... and my tongue buried inside you... 

OH

MY 

GOD!!!!

My lungs were full of the smell of rubber.  My face pushed against your beautiful, smooth bottom.  My tongue inside you.  Pressing into your hole.  I felt.... so so submissive.  I felt like your worshiper.  Degraded through having my tongue inside your bottom.  Wanting it though. Wanting it so so badly. My tongue in your bottom.  Just perfect.

And when you turned around and gave me the honour of licking your pussy... oh wow. oh wow.

It WAS an honour.

I'm not just saying that because it's the sort of thing a slave is supposed to say.  I'm saying it because if felt like an honour.  Worshiping you.  I was truly worshiping you.

The way your pussy lips stuck out through the rubber.  Wet. Hot.  Swollen. The most horny sight in the world.  The way you tasted. Felt on my tongue. The way you held my head, the way you used me.  I was your slave.  Your adoring, worshipful slave and I was in the most beautiful heaven, worshiping you there.  

When cock was free, wrapped in your scarf and I was again worshiping your pussy as you stood against the wall.... at first I wanted to touch him.  I was so, so horny and so incredibly turned on by licking you.

But then... I didn't.  I didn't need to touch him.  Cock slipped from my mind.

I became engulfed purely in your pleasure.  Existing for your pussy, for your pleasure and nothing else.

All I wanted was to please you.

All I wanted was to show you my worship, make you feel adored, make you horny and turned on.

I didn't need cock.

I just needed your pleasure to fulfil me. 

One of the best things ever happened today - you came on my face.

I am SO grateful for that.

Your orgasm fulfilled me in ways I cannot express.

Submissively.

I loved you for your orgasm.  For using me in that way.  That in itself is the most pleasurable experience for me.

In the bath... I knew what was coming obviously.  Only partly though.

I didn't know you were going to piss all over my face.

Have it run down my cheeks.

Piss into my nose.

God.

Piss into my nose.

That was hard... sort of a choking.. your piss in my nostrils.  The smell of your piss stuck in there.  Your taste in my mouth as I held a mouthful of your piss.

Pissing into my mouth... drinking you... I loved that.

Pissing into my nose - you engulfed me in absolute submission. I felt so degraded.  Controlled.  Owned.  It reminded me of the video we watched.  Of the way she spat into his nose and mouth.

I thought about this on the way home.

About you pissing on me like that whilst I was tied up.

Into my mouth.

Into my nose.  Waiting until you REALLY had to go.

And then I thought....  imagined you opening my eye, holding it open by the lid.  And pissing into my eye.  It would sting.  It would be the most degrading thing in the world.

Then doing the other one. Pissing into my eye as you held it open.

The rebreather - I have wanted to do that with you for so long.

I WANTED to please you with it.  I wanted YOU to choose when it came off.   It was very difficult for me.  It felt like you were never going to take it off. I thought actually that you were just going to keep it going until I ripped it off myself.  You certainly did that first time.

Being able only to breathe the rubber.

With you watching me. Kissing me.  Telling me what a good boy I was.... Oh Mistress! Oh my.  That control, is extreme.  It is so, so strong.  And my breath getting less and less, my head becoming woozy.  You kissing me.  

"Good boy." 

 Desperate for air.  And as I found it hard... when I really started to struggle, do you know what the best bit was?

Hearing your breathing.

Hearing how your breathing became faster.

Hearing a little moan escape your lips.

Knowing how my suffering was affecting you.  It made me want to suffer more for you.

When you opened the valve, just when I was ready to rip it off again... suddenly I could breathe again. Though still, through rubber.  I wanted you to do it again.  Close the valve again. Control me again.  And again. And again. Playing with my breath, my air over and over.

I loved it.

Being inside you today... it felt like making love.  I made love to you.  When cock could move.

He did feel so very useless though.  I should be able to thrust into you hard, fast.  But I can't.  Sometimes I can barely move.  And if you try to move me, or move myself, it really is just too much.  You can't possibly know how frustrating that is.  How desperate I am to please you.  How cock feels like he has betrayed me.  Just useless.  He can't do his job.

And when I couldn't thrust into you.  I knew you would like me to.  I knew you wanted it.  I imagined you using a cock that COULD fuck you like you wanted.

Today you have given me such a gift.  Such submission. Such lovely, lovely strong feelings.

I loved every second that I spent with you.

I love you more than I have ever loved before.

And the things you told me - in person and in text - about your feelings - make my heart filled to bursting.

I am SO grateful to you. For everything.

I am your grateful, chaste, adoring and happy boy. xxx

_____________________________________________________

My boy, as you will be able to tell, fulfils me completely - sexually, emotionally. He is my everything..

And I love him very, very much.

101 Days

It is 101 days since my boy last had an orgasm. We are into hundreds of days now... out of double figures and into hundreds.

Some people have commented to me that when it gets to this long you must get used to it, not be as frustrated, not find it as difficult. 

Believe me, it gets only harder for him. The frustration is with him pretty much every minute of every day.. and often hours of the night. It does not get any easier.

But the more denied and frustrated he gets, the more I don't want to end it for him.
If you have ever done any chastity, you will know the emptiness, the 'down' after the orgasm. I can't bring myself to do that to him.. How could I subject him to that?

I couldn't do it.

I like him just as he is. Denied and frustrated and a good boy.

Let down...

His closed bid got beaten, by a small amount. 
We didn't get the lovely, original 1930's house on my street...
But there is hope...
Today my boy looked at another house on my street, which is even closer to me.
He liked it, and has put in an offer.
We wait...

Willing to Relocate?

It's a question that is asked on most of the fetish sites, when you join and fill out a profile.

If you found the perfect Mistress, would you be willing to relocate for her?
I'm always surprised how many subs tick 'yes'. It's a masssive thing, relocating. Not many of those men who haphazardly tick yes actually mean it. I know.

My boy has been with me now for 8 full months.

A few days ago he noticed a house for sale on my street, and mentioned it to me. Asked casually what I thought to him living that close. I said it sounded like a great idea.

So, he booked to view it today.

We went together. We both loved it.

We had been in the house about ten minutes, and my boy said to the estate agent, "I'd like to put in an offer". And there and then he put in a substantial offer.

Unfortunately, someone else has also put an offer in on the house and it is now down to closed bids..

But the fact is, my boy is prepared to move over 60 miles...to purchase a property based solely on being close to me.

That is a sub who meant it when he ticked "yes"...