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

my gorgeous boy

I see gorgeousness in my boy.. 

gorgeousness that widens my eyes, melts my tummy, and binds me to him..

I see it in his work uniform, in his professional status - that this man, who is highly regarded by society, wants to be under my rule...
I see it in his muscles - that he works and trains hard to be at the peak of physical fitness for my pleasure.
I see it in the shiny metal casing locked onto his cock - that he wants me to control his sexual pleasure, to 
allow or not to allow at my whim.
I see it in the way the rope hold him tight and defenseless while I focus my attention on teasing him and controlling his breathing..
I see it in the way he drops to his knees when I arrive through the door..
I see it in the way he pathetically begs for an orgasm, and is comforted when I refuse.
I see it in the way he so neatly irons my laundry and folds it precisely as I prescribe.
I see it over and over in his devotion to me..
he is so very gorgeous.

But, do you understand, this it has nothing to do with uniform, or muscles or ironing?
It has to do with the intention and emotion and commitment underlying all of that.

His devotion to me is what I find so attractive... and the more he falls under my spell, the more attracted I become.

Misbehaviour - Written by my boy.

Life constantly presents us with conflict and differences of opinion.  How do you deal with that when you are in a Domme/sub relationship?  It's very easy to say, 'just submit' - do what you're supposed to do.  But what about when you feel very strongly that you are being wronged?

I am doing my very best to be the perfect slave for my Goddess.  However I am currently less than perfect.  Recently, I had such a conflict with Mistress Keyholder. 

It ended when I collected her after she had had a night out and we returned to my house.

Mistress was dressed immaculately, the vision of loveliness in her dress, sheer tights and high heels.  The new sparkly shoes that she was so pleased with.

She pulled down my trousers partway, exposing cock in his cage. Already swollen in her presence.  She held him and leaned in close to me. Her perfume alluring, her nearness making my heart race.

"Would you like me to let him out?" she murmured as her fingers played with the steel cage.

"Would you like me to play with him?"

"Yes please Mistress!!!" my excitement was obvious.

"Oh please, please, please!!!"

Her face suddenly changed though and her voice took on a stern tone.

"If you think I will let cock out after your behaviour, you really don't know me at all."

She then pulled me to the floor. Laid me on my back.  Stood over me.

I was laid there, half undressed and feeling rather pathetic, whilst she stood looking down at me.

She had on her face a look of utter disdain.  She was the vision of beauty and elegance and just looked at me like I was a worm.

Back when I was free to masturbate (and did so all the time) years ago I used to look at a site which featured beautiful dominatrixes looking down at the camera.

Mistress Keyholder looked exactly like they did.  With one exception.  This was real life.  Mistress Keyholder is REAL, not a fantasy.
 

She took her spangly shoe covered foot and placed it on my balls. Pressed on them.  Then began to tap cock in his cage.  Lightly tapping on him with her shoe.  Kicking him from side to side.  Standing on me.  Pressing her heels into my skin.

Standing over my head I could see up her dress as she scraped her shoe along my chest.  The sheerness of her tights. The darkness where they met her knickers and I could not quite see.

Lecturing me in a stern tone she resumed kicking cock. Her cock, locked away in his steel cage.  Berating me for my behaviour.  Making me feel pathetic, unworthy and humiliated.

Standing over my face yet again she suddenly sat down.  Resting all her weight onto my face so my nose was pressed deep into her bottom.  Rubbing herself across me so the scent of her pussy deliciously filled my lungs.

Preventing me from breathing properly, pushing down with her bottom.

She then lifted herself slightly to allow me to speak...

'Who is your Queen?'

'You are!'

'Who is your Goddess?'

'YOU!'

Then, my nose painfully squashed, so close to the part of her that I wanted desperately to touch.

'You will learn... you are NEVER right.  You will never be allowed to be right.'

She stood up and just stood there, looking down at me.  I couldn't meet her gaze and looked away... eyes travelling down her body as she lifted up her dress.  Pulled her tights out just a little and slid her fingers beneath them.  

Looking down at me, still laying pathetically on the floor, she began to masturbate.  I wanted to see. Wanted to touch her.  I needed to.  But couldn't really see anything other than her finger moving.  And of course hear her.  From the sounds her finger made, Mistress was very wet.

I watched her pleasuring herself, not daring to ask to look or to touch.  I watched her, desperately needy, feeling debased and lowered.  She continued until she began to mewl with little gasping noises.  Her finger faster and faster, her impending orgasm displayed in her every mouth and  breath.

And then she stopped.  

Placed my phone on my chest and walked out of the room without a word, just leaving me there on the floor.

Moments later I heard my front door bang and Mistress Keyholder was gone.

His gift...

Written by my boy..

Today [1.1.2014] was our first anniversary.  One year since I contacted Mistress Keyholder. I put such care into that first email. I was certain, solely from reading her blog, that she was perfect for me.  I saw myself in her writing, her words called to me, appeared to describe me.  

I believed that Mistress Keyholder would get hundreds of emails and so I tried find a way to attract her attention.  I decided to write an email every day for a month and to spend that month in self enforced chastity in honour of her.  I knew I wasn't her type - too old and too normal for a start.  I did not expect to hear from her for some time, if ever.  But I knew I had to try.  She was the lady of my dreams, the one I truly wanted to serve.

Imagine my surprise when she responded to me the very next day.  

Imagine the way my heart leapt when she told me that my email had made her put her head in her hands, emotional at having finally found a kindred spirit...

I kept up my self enforced chastity.  Three weeks later we met for the first time. I begged her to take my key.  She did so and has held it ever since.  What a wonderful year we have had.  I have finally found my soulmate.

Today Mistress took away my finances. 

My only means to access money now is if she chooses to give it to me.  She will spend the money in my bank account as she sees fit.  I have no way to wrest control back from her without ringing the bank.  That would be a very difficult conversation, bearing in mind the level of access she now has.

I could not do this unless I trusted Mistress Keyholder 100%.  She has in fact been able to access my account now for some time and has not abused it (yet). I know she will ensure there is enough to pay my bills and that she will allow me what I need to live on.  An amount she will choose.  What she does with the rest, I have no say in.  The knowledge of her level of ownership over me now is very scary.  My tummy is filled with butterflies.  She has taken us to a different level, where I am truly, truly her slave.

To mark our anniversary I gave Mistress a gift.  She had put a lot of effort into one for me too, but something went wrong and it wasn't ready.  I can't wait until it is ready - a gift from Mistress Keyholder - can you imagine?!  I don't know what it is but am excited just because it's something from my Goddess.

In 2013 I had six orgasms.  Mistress allowed five of them and one was an accidental emission, that just drooled out of the end of cock and dripped onto the bed.  She is always saying how she hates orgasms (that's the male orgasm, she LOVES her own and has plenty of them!). She dreads me having mine because she says I am a much nicer boy when I am desperate.  She needs and feeds on my frustration.

Yesterday I reminded her it was three months today since my last orgasm.  She went a little quiet and explained she didn't want to think about it - the longer I went without, the closer my next one would be.

So my anniversary gift - have you guessed?  

I wanted to give Mistress Keyholder something she would truly enjoy and treasure.

I gave her the most expensive gift I have ever given.  Not in monetary terms,  but in terms of the suffering it will extract from me.

I was not ready to give such a gift. That made it all the more fitting - because it was more of a sacrifice, a deeper submission.

It has been three months since my last orgasm.  I still have not had one.

Yet I begged Mistress Keyholder to accept my gift - of not allowing a single orgasm during the year of 2014.

She accepted

My Goddess - thank you.  I love you with all of my heart and beg you never, ever to release me.

Your adoring boy and number one fan. xxx