Coming Home

Good morning Mistress Cecilia. With all that I am I hope that your day is one of pure joy and beauty. I pray that you awaken with a smile that grows so big your cheeks hurt. Happy smiles. And good morning ladies and gentlemen, yes, ladies get top billing here, one and all; welcome to my happy little blog. I hope each visitor here enjoys their stay.

Yesterday upon returning from work I found a new assignment waiting for me from the stunningly sexy Mistress Cecilia. It is so nice coming home to a new task; an opportunity to serve. My schedule is fluid and I seldom get home at the same time and no matter the time, be it noon or six in the evening it’s always wonderful coming home to a task from my lovely owner. It’s a beautiful thing; thank you Mistress Cecilia.

Sitting at the desk I read the assignment, smiled, and climbed to my feet. I stripped off my clothes and grabbed a DVD from my porn collection. I have about two dozen videos, most of them very long, nearly three hours. I very rarely watch my videos; it could be because I am locked in a chastity cage. I only use them as directed anymore. So I grabbed a video and set it playing on the player in the bedroom. The credits were rolling as I made my way into the bathroom.

I filled the sink with water and snipped the lock holding Mistress Cecilia’s cock in check. The pieces fell into the sink with a splash. Naked and growing hard I made my way into the bedroom where two women were sitting at a diner talking about how attractive their waitress was; I knew what was coming and I’d wager those reading this post knows as well. I fell onto the bed and grabbed the larger Aneros plug. I lubed it up and worked it into my ass as the waitress went home with one of her customers. I gasped when the plug settled in place and affixed the Hitachi wand to the large base. Flipping the switch to low speed it began to vibrate like a Californian earthquake, my whole body shaking from the filling and dancing anal plug.

The two women were kissing and I paused a few minutes to watch them before reaching over and grabbing the Oro sucker. I emptied a bottle of olive oil on my cock and in the sleeve of that orange toy, finishing that bottle that had served me well for the last few months. I slipped the Oro onto my cock, rotated the dial to full speed, feeling the buzzing on my shaft and with my eyes affixed to the screen, the two women now naked, I began to stroke. My hand pumped, the toy buzzed and my ten days of denial raced upward and in no time I felt my balls tighten, oil run over my balls and between my thighs and my toes clench as the first edge appeared.

Six more times I brought myself to the brink of release only to back off before I could come. On the screen I stared transfixed as a pretty brunette rubbed her pussy against the soft thigh of her onscreen lover. I watched as her pussy flexed and I could see it growing wetter and wetter. It was hot, it was exciting and it fueled my lust just as much as the slurping and vibrating toy on my cock did. I watched and stroked and edge time and again until the seven edges were behind me and my body was tingling, my balls hot and tight and my cheeks hurting from squeezing my yes shut and fighting to hold back the orgasm that was not allowed.

With the edges behind me I stopped the video and turned the T.V. off. I shut off the Hitachi and unplugged my ass before I climbed to my feet and made my way into the bathroom where I took a long shower and shaved my crotch anew. Twice in the last day and a half I had winced as a hair had been plucked free; it was nice to scrape the stubble away. I cleaned my body, rinsed away the stray hairs and climbed from the tub where I dried my body and the pieces of the chastity cage.

Back in the living room I locked my cock away again; the sound of the new lock snapping in place always makes me shudder in excited and submissive bliss and yesterday was no exception. The lock snipped shut, my cock became locked again by Mistress Cecilia’s will and grace and control and I savor that feeling; that sound excites me. I snapped a picture and sent it on; my owner knows the status of her cock. I need her to know; it’s important for me to know that she knows. I am gladly suffering for her and I thank her daily for allowing me the privilege. I cannot thank her enough.

Thank You Mistress Cecilia.

Humbly and Happily Yours.