Good morning Ladies and Gentlemen, one and all. I hope each of you visiting this humble little blog, or stumbling upon it for the first time enjoys your stay. And, much more importantly, good morning, Mistress Cecilia. I hope that every day is better than the day before; I wish nothing but the best for you!
I have been told that I would not be coming again this year and that made me take stock, sit back and do some simple counting. I have a calendar that I keep that tells me they days that I am allowed to come; I keep track. And I went back and counted and for the entire year of 2008 I will have come a mere seventeen times.
Seventeen.
I can remember when I would come more than that in a month let alone a year. Orgasm denial excites me, which adds fuel to the fire and makes it that much harder and as I sit here, typing up this very brief post, I find myself both amazed at the tiny number and proud of it, too. I started an amazing journey with the sexy and beautiful Mistress Cecilia and after a full year, when I met someone, I was able to continue serving in the same capacity and thanks to Mistress Cecilia I knew what to expect. She has helped me in more ways that I could count.
If you have ever given any thought to serving, if you are straddling a fence about calling Mistress Cecilia and wondering if it's just a fantasy and not real, well, I suppose you could justify that thought. But, if you are like me and you give all that you are, then you'll find yourself stronger, more capable and you'll find the experince fulfilling and as real as any experience you have ever had. She is an amazing woman and I am blessed to know her.
Seventeen.
I'm still amazed by that. I have come seventeen times in a month, a short month like February and now that was my 2008 total.
I can't help but wonder what 2009 will bring.
Thank you Mistress Cecilia for all you are and all you have done. You've made me a better me and for that, I cannot thank you enough.
Humbly.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Did you hear the phone ring?
Good morning Mistress Cecilia! With luck this post will find you doing as well as possible; that you awoke with a smile on your face that grows larger with each passing second so that when you lay your head down tonight and look back you realize just how great your day truly was. I wish nothing but the very best for you each and every day. And a find good morning one and all! I hope each visitor here enjoys their stay.
A week or so ago Happy D left a blog post comment asking if I was submissive to my new girlfriend and the answer is yes. I have awakened this part of me and thanks to the beautiful Mistress Cecilia I have allowed it to flourish and I could not bury it again even if I tried. I am a submissive man and in the course of my life a few people, not many but a few know this. One person who does know is the same woman that introduced me to my current girlfriend. She felt we'd be a great match, same age (well a year apart) both single, one dominant and one submissive.
And we hit it off.
And every day I still play orgasm denial games; I may not be locked in a chastity cage but my orgasms still are not mine to do with as I please. Every morning I edge and every morning I am given the chance to come. Right now I average maybe three or four times a month. I have been tied up, I've been well used, and I have ventured into the public eye with the spectacle of humiliation hovering over head keeping my cheeks a rosy red.
And I've pleased this amazing woman I love and serve.
And it was along those lines that I requested and was granted a fantastic call with the stunningly sexy Mistress Cecilia. I sent a few emails, told her what I wanted and finally the day arrived and once again her beautiful voice rang in my ears. We spent a good bit of time catching up; I had missed speaking to her and hearing her again I was reminded how truly blessed I was to have found her. I still think that way.
Finally, naked and lying comfortably in my bed, the call started. She spoke softly, her voice calming with a hint of playful sexiness underneath. This was my fourth or fifth hypnosis call and I could not imagine doing one with anyone else. Picture if you will a sixty five year old asthmatic trying to do it, his voice wheezing as if his throat was begging for a cigarette. I don't know about you, but I doubt I could succumb to that voice as easily and readily as I can to the lyrical tone of Mistress Cecilia.
She put me under, I felt my body relax as she commanded, small pieces of me growing tingly as she spoke their name aloud. Finaly, she programmed me with what I had requested; I wanted to feel more submissive when I was submiting and I wanted the feelings of contentment and joy I feel when I do submit to be amplified and to linger long after the scene had ended and we were just lying on the couch and watching television. I opened my mind and let Mistress Cecilia in and she did her tweaking and tinkering and finally woke me up. I have no idea how much time had passed; it wasn't important.
"Did you hear the phone ring?" she asked me.
I was taken aback, I was on the phone, how could it have rang? "The phone rang," I sounded confused even in my own mind.
And she laughed, "yes, I thought it would wake you up," she said to me. Turns out my cell phone had rang and if I had heard it, well, it wasn't something that even penetrated my mind that I was being distracted. Wasn't that part of it, to ignore the world around me? I think it was, I can't remember the words even though I was asking for them to linger.
And we chatted a bit more; I was leary to break the connection. I was tired and awake at the same time. I was calm, relaxed, my eyes heavy but my mind alert. Finally, we hung up the phone and I went about my day.
It was a fantastic call; I have said before, they all are. If you have not done a call with this spectacular woman I have to ask... why not? You are missing out.
I went about my day and the next time I submitted I did not feel any different, I did not feel any long, lingering effects. However, she did, she commented that I was "flawless" in my attention to her and that she could not imagine me serving her any better. Was there a connection? Was there a corrolation? I can't be sure, after all, I am submissive.
But, here is the rub as the old saying goes, I did that call on Saturday and now, as I type this up, I still feel the lingering ripples of that last scene running in my mind and I feel calm, at peace and ready to submit again. I think and think and think and it's all meaningless, I feel, I feel, I feel and that trumps whatever foolishness my head throws my way. The feeling of submssion has been amplified, I know that now, the prism of time has proven it to me, and the feeling lingers that even now, this rainy Thursday morning, I can feel in the pit of my stomach and the bottom of my heart that I will do everything I can to make this woman, the woman I love, that loves me back and the one whom I serve, happy.
I will submit. I long to. And I feel blessed. And happy. Submitting makes me happy. And now, even more so!
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly
A week or so ago Happy D left a blog post comment asking if I was submissive to my new girlfriend and the answer is yes. I have awakened this part of me and thanks to the beautiful Mistress Cecilia I have allowed it to flourish and I could not bury it again even if I tried. I am a submissive man and in the course of my life a few people, not many but a few know this. One person who does know is the same woman that introduced me to my current girlfriend. She felt we'd be a great match, same age (well a year apart) both single, one dominant and one submissive.
And we hit it off.
And every day I still play orgasm denial games; I may not be locked in a chastity cage but my orgasms still are not mine to do with as I please. Every morning I edge and every morning I am given the chance to come. Right now I average maybe three or four times a month. I have been tied up, I've been well used, and I have ventured into the public eye with the spectacle of humiliation hovering over head keeping my cheeks a rosy red.
And I've pleased this amazing woman I love and serve.
And it was along those lines that I requested and was granted a fantastic call with the stunningly sexy Mistress Cecilia. I sent a few emails, told her what I wanted and finally the day arrived and once again her beautiful voice rang in my ears. We spent a good bit of time catching up; I had missed speaking to her and hearing her again I was reminded how truly blessed I was to have found her. I still think that way.
Finally, naked and lying comfortably in my bed, the call started. She spoke softly, her voice calming with a hint of playful sexiness underneath. This was my fourth or fifth hypnosis call and I could not imagine doing one with anyone else. Picture if you will a sixty five year old asthmatic trying to do it, his voice wheezing as if his throat was begging for a cigarette. I don't know about you, but I doubt I could succumb to that voice as easily and readily as I can to the lyrical tone of Mistress Cecilia.
She put me under, I felt my body relax as she commanded, small pieces of me growing tingly as she spoke their name aloud. Finaly, she programmed me with what I had requested; I wanted to feel more submissive when I was submiting and I wanted the feelings of contentment and joy I feel when I do submit to be amplified and to linger long after the scene had ended and we were just lying on the couch and watching television. I opened my mind and let Mistress Cecilia in and she did her tweaking and tinkering and finally woke me up. I have no idea how much time had passed; it wasn't important.
"Did you hear the phone ring?" she asked me.
I was taken aback, I was on the phone, how could it have rang? "The phone rang," I sounded confused even in my own mind.
And she laughed, "yes, I thought it would wake you up," she said to me. Turns out my cell phone had rang and if I had heard it, well, it wasn't something that even penetrated my mind that I was being distracted. Wasn't that part of it, to ignore the world around me? I think it was, I can't remember the words even though I was asking for them to linger.
And we chatted a bit more; I was leary to break the connection. I was tired and awake at the same time. I was calm, relaxed, my eyes heavy but my mind alert. Finally, we hung up the phone and I went about my day.
It was a fantastic call; I have said before, they all are. If you have not done a call with this spectacular woman I have to ask... why not? You are missing out.
I went about my day and the next time I submitted I did not feel any different, I did not feel any long, lingering effects. However, she did, she commented that I was "flawless" in my attention to her and that she could not imagine me serving her any better. Was there a connection? Was there a corrolation? I can't be sure, after all, I am submissive.
But, here is the rub as the old saying goes, I did that call on Saturday and now, as I type this up, I still feel the lingering ripples of that last scene running in my mind and I feel calm, at peace and ready to submit again. I think and think and think and it's all meaningless, I feel, I feel, I feel and that trumps whatever foolishness my head throws my way. The feeling of submssion has been amplified, I know that now, the prism of time has proven it to me, and the feeling lingers that even now, this rainy Thursday morning, I can feel in the pit of my stomach and the bottom of my heart that I will do everything I can to make this woman, the woman I love, that loves me back and the one whom I serve, happy.
I will submit. I long to. And I feel blessed. And happy. Submitting makes me happy. And now, even more so!
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Odd
Good morning Mistress Cecilia! With luck this post will find you doing well, smiling with happiness and joy and kicking some submissive ass! And a happy good morning to one and all. Welcome. If this is your first time here, pull up a chair, kick up your feet, and stay a while.
This is my 371st blog post. I have poured a lot of thought into these pages and I've done a fair bit of reporting too. All in all I hope that I've made it interesting, enjoyable, fun and entertaining. I have tried.
I was thinking, yeah, we've heard that before.
I was working today and went into a customer site that I have been in countless times before and as I have had to do, I had to use the bathroom. I went into the bathroom and then my mouth fell open. You see, I felt Mistress Cecilia then, strong and overwhelming. I stood at the urinal and did what I needed to do. And it was odd. You see, this was my first visit here since I had stopped my daily interaction and it dawned on me, hit me really, when I stood at the urinal instead of sneaking into the stall to drop my panties to do what needed to be done. Not being locked in my cage, I was not used to standing up to use the bathroom. Even now, two weeks after my anniversary with Mistress Cecilia I still find myself sitting down at home even though I no longer have to. Without the chastity I can stand up but I have been trained and conditioned not to.
This is just an example of how Mistress Cecilia still dominates my thoughts and actions and how she will continue to do so for as long as I draw breath. She was a huge part of my life; she still is. I truly cannot thank her enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly.
This is my 371st blog post. I have poured a lot of thought into these pages and I've done a fair bit of reporting too. All in all I hope that I've made it interesting, enjoyable, fun and entertaining. I have tried.
I was thinking, yeah, we've heard that before.
I was working today and went into a customer site that I have been in countless times before and as I have had to do, I had to use the bathroom. I went into the bathroom and then my mouth fell open. You see, I felt Mistress Cecilia then, strong and overwhelming. I stood at the urinal and did what I needed to do. And it was odd. You see, this was my first visit here since I had stopped my daily interaction and it dawned on me, hit me really, when I stood at the urinal instead of sneaking into the stall to drop my panties to do what needed to be done. Not being locked in my cage, I was not used to standing up to use the bathroom. Even now, two weeks after my anniversary with Mistress Cecilia I still find myself sitting down at home even though I no longer have to. Without the chastity I can stand up but I have been trained and conditioned not to.
This is just an example of how Mistress Cecilia still dominates my thoughts and actions and how she will continue to do so for as long as I draw breath. She was a huge part of my life; she still is. I truly cannot thank her enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
One Sided
Good morning Mistress Cecilia. With luck this brief post will find you doing well and that joy and happiness are smiling upon you. And a lovely good morning one and all. I hope each visitor here is having a great day.
I was thinking- I still do that a lot.
Mistress Cecilia is am amazingly strong woman. When I made the decision to end my relationship with Mistress Cecilia as her submissive based on my own, new, relationship with a woman that I have fallen in love with, well, I did not ask Mistress Cecilia if it was okay, I did not take into account her feelings or reactions. I just left. She would have bid me a fond and graceful farewell as she has done but still, I changed our relationship and she was not given any input in that decsision at all. It was one sided.
I believe in a dominant/submission relationship it is the submissive one that has all the power. It is the sub that can end the scene at any time when it becomes too much. It is the domme doing all the work for the sub that is enduring the task. Mistress Cecilia had to come up with my assignments, I merely had to obey. Who, then, was serving whom?
I regret that I had to leave, and I regret that it was one sided but I am a happy man and the tears I have shed are dry now. I miss being owned by Mistress Cecilia; I still feel her actually. She was and ever shall be a part of me. I will die with her being a part of me, be it tomorrow or many decades from now.
And I like to think that I will stick with her long after my bones have turned to ash.
As before, for all she is and all she has done, I cannot thank her enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly
I was thinking- I still do that a lot.
Mistress Cecilia is am amazingly strong woman. When I made the decision to end my relationship with Mistress Cecilia as her submissive based on my own, new, relationship with a woman that I have fallen in love with, well, I did not ask Mistress Cecilia if it was okay, I did not take into account her feelings or reactions. I just left. She would have bid me a fond and graceful farewell as she has done but still, I changed our relationship and she was not given any input in that decsision at all. It was one sided.
I believe in a dominant/submission relationship it is the submissive one that has all the power. It is the sub that can end the scene at any time when it becomes too much. It is the domme doing all the work for the sub that is enduring the task. Mistress Cecilia had to come up with my assignments, I merely had to obey. Who, then, was serving whom?
I regret that I had to leave, and I regret that it was one sided but I am a happy man and the tears I have shed are dry now. I miss being owned by Mistress Cecilia; I still feel her actually. She was and ever shall be a part of me. I will die with her being a part of me, be it tomorrow or many decades from now.
And I like to think that I will stick with her long after my bones have turned to ash.
As before, for all she is and all she has done, I cannot thank her enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly
Monday, September 1, 2008
Anniversary
Good morning Mistress Cecilia! With luck this post will find you doing as well as possible.
It was one year ago today I met Mistress Cecilia and in that year I have learned countless things about myself and thanks to her (and I could never ever thank her enough) I have found joy and happiness, comfort and friendship, smiles once thought hidden. She has instructed and guided me, slapped me down when I needed it and then was warm enough to pick me back up. I have met countless people in this world and this woman, Mistress Cecilia, has to rank up there as one of the best. Ever.
One year. At the onset I never thought I'd go this far.
And now, as the daily interaction that I have grown to cherish is coming to an end, I find that I'm saddened by that fact. I will miss this amazing woman. I will admit I cried.
I will still call her occasionally, wasn't even worried she'd say no to that request that is what a remarkable woman she is, and I will still put up new posts occasionally in my blog here. This blog, like Mistress Cecilia, has become such a part of me as had my chastity cage, well I couldn't abandon it totally. No, I could never do that.
Looking back and I suppose I'll have a few posts to follow this month on that I will close this entry with one line.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia!
Humbly.
It was one year ago today I met Mistress Cecilia and in that year I have learned countless things about myself and thanks to her (and I could never ever thank her enough) I have found joy and happiness, comfort and friendship, smiles once thought hidden. She has instructed and guided me, slapped me down when I needed it and then was warm enough to pick me back up. I have met countless people in this world and this woman, Mistress Cecilia, has to rank up there as one of the best. Ever.
One year. At the onset I never thought I'd go this far.
And now, as the daily interaction that I have grown to cherish is coming to an end, I find that I'm saddened by that fact. I will miss this amazing woman. I will admit I cried.
I will still call her occasionally, wasn't even worried she'd say no to that request that is what a remarkable woman she is, and I will still put up new posts occasionally in my blog here. This blog, like Mistress Cecilia, has become such a part of me as had my chastity cage, well I couldn't abandon it totally. No, I could never do that.
Looking back and I suppose I'll have a few posts to follow this month on that I will close this entry with one line.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia!
Humbly.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
6 More
Good morning Mistress Cecilia. I hope your weekend away is going as beautifully as possible; that each day of this short break is better than the day before. And a fine how-do-you-do to each and every visitor here today for this short blog post. I hope each of you reading these posts has a day worth remembering.
I had received a multi day assignment and yesterday after arriving home early from work I hastened to perform the second part of that four part task. I stripped off my work clothes, dumping them in a pile in the bedroom and made my preparations. I draped a towel on the bed; got the Fleshlight ready to go and finally I made my way into the bathroom where I freed my cock, growing hard almost instantly. I remember when I first started this amazing trip with Mistress Cecilia; I’d grow hard putting on the chastity, now I grow hard when taking it off.
Lying on the towel on my bed, my hand stroking my cock until I was standing firm, I picked up the olive oil and Fleshlight and proceeded to edge six separate times with that bubbled, fun and teasing toy. Six times I flirted with the edge and six times I backed away, cock bobbing and throat thick and waited until the edge slipped low enough to start again. With the six edges yesterday on top of the six times the day before with the vibrating glove; I was feeling them all. My balls were tight and hot and my mouth dry. I felt owned.
I climbed to my feet and made my way into the bathroom. I took a long, hot shower and dried my body and the cage and locked my cock up again. I snapped a picture and sent it on; Mistress Cecilia knows her cock is caged. I know this is a short blog post, stay tuned for the longer posts over the next two days. My body felt tight, my balls warm and my cock tingling. I felt my owner and her presence. And it is a wonderful thing. I truly cannot thank her enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
I had received a multi day assignment and yesterday after arriving home early from work I hastened to perform the second part of that four part task. I stripped off my work clothes, dumping them in a pile in the bedroom and made my preparations. I draped a towel on the bed; got the Fleshlight ready to go and finally I made my way into the bathroom where I freed my cock, growing hard almost instantly. I remember when I first started this amazing trip with Mistress Cecilia; I’d grow hard putting on the chastity, now I grow hard when taking it off.
Lying on the towel on my bed, my hand stroking my cock until I was standing firm, I picked up the olive oil and Fleshlight and proceeded to edge six separate times with that bubbled, fun and teasing toy. Six times I flirted with the edge and six times I backed away, cock bobbing and throat thick and waited until the edge slipped low enough to start again. With the six edges yesterday on top of the six times the day before with the vibrating glove; I was feeling them all. My balls were tight and hot and my mouth dry. I felt owned.
I climbed to my feet and made my way into the bathroom. I took a long, hot shower and dried my body and the cage and locked my cock up again. I snapped a picture and sent it on; Mistress Cecilia knows her cock is caged. I know this is a short blog post, stay tuned for the longer posts over the next two days. My body felt tight, my balls warm and my cock tingling. I felt my owner and her presence. And it is a wonderful thing. I truly cannot thank her enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Six
Good morning ladies and gentlemen, one and all. With luck each of you will have a day full of grace and beauty, happiness and joy. I wish nothing but happiness for each of you. And, more importantly, good morning Mistress Cecilia. I hope you have a truly magnificent weekend.
Yesterday evening I received a four day assignment from Mistress Cecilia as she was going to be out of town for the weekend. So last night, after reading my task, I stripped and freed my caged cock and cleaned the pieces. The first assignment was not going to take long and so I did not soak the pieces, I only cleaned them and got them ready to use again.
Naked I made my way into my bedroom and fell onto the bed. I grabbed the vibrating glove and set it abuzz. My hand flew to my cock and I felt the buzzing and with it I grew hard and then harder still and with my hand wrapped around my shaft I began to stroke, pumping my hand with the buzzing vibrators against my shaft. I pumped my fist and reached the edge, stopped and started again.
Six times total I stroked myself to the brink of release only to stop, trembling and mouth dry before I could spill my seed. Six times total I toyed with the edge and six times I pulled my hand free before I could come. That wasn’t allowed you see. It was forbidden and I would obey. I love obeying; it’s even a sexy word. The submissive in me savors this feeling of frustration, this feeling of obeying.
With the six short and fast edges complete I made my way back into the bathroom to grab my cage and then I locked my cock up tight, snapping a new lock in place, snapping a photo and sent it on. Mistress Cecilia knows her cock is caged; she can monitor her property and know it’s safe. And to me, it is a beautiful thing.
It was a short task but when it was said and done, I felt Mistress Cecilia all the more. My cock buzzed and tickled and leaked a trail of need out the tip. I was owned, I felt owned and for that, I cannot thank Mistress Cecilia enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Yesterday evening I received a four day assignment from Mistress Cecilia as she was going to be out of town for the weekend. So last night, after reading my task, I stripped and freed my caged cock and cleaned the pieces. The first assignment was not going to take long and so I did not soak the pieces, I only cleaned them and got them ready to use again.
Naked I made my way into my bedroom and fell onto the bed. I grabbed the vibrating glove and set it abuzz. My hand flew to my cock and I felt the buzzing and with it I grew hard and then harder still and with my hand wrapped around my shaft I began to stroke, pumping my hand with the buzzing vibrators against my shaft. I pumped my fist and reached the edge, stopped and started again.
Six times total I stroked myself to the brink of release only to stop, trembling and mouth dry before I could spill my seed. Six times total I toyed with the edge and six times I pulled my hand free before I could come. That wasn’t allowed you see. It was forbidden and I would obey. I love obeying; it’s even a sexy word. The submissive in me savors this feeling of frustration, this feeling of obeying.
With the six short and fast edges complete I made my way back into the bathroom to grab my cage and then I locked my cock up tight, snapping a new lock in place, snapping a photo and sent it on. Mistress Cecilia knows her cock is caged; she can monitor her property and know it’s safe. And to me, it is a beautiful thing.
It was a short task but when it was said and done, I felt Mistress Cecilia all the more. My cock buzzed and tickled and leaked a trail of need out the tip. I was owned, I felt owned and for that, I cannot thank Mistress Cecilia enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
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