Doinked

Good morning Mistress Cecilia. With all that I am I hope that you have a truly fantastic and beautiful day. With luck your day will start with a smile and escalate from there so that when you lay your head down that smile has grown so large that you look back in awe. Good morning one and all, welcome to my happy little blog; I hope each visitor here enjoys their stay.

Yesterday evening I was blessed with a brief phone call with the stunning and sexy Mistress Cecilia. Sitting at the desk, my instant messenger window doinked open and I knew then that it was time to call. I picked up the phone, dialed the number and heard the sexy voice of Mistress Cecilia ringing melodically in my ears. We chatted briefly as the sink filled with soapy water and when she commanded that I remove the cage holding her cock captive I snipped the lock free and the chastity device fell into the water with the popping suds.

I made my way into the bedroom and fell onto my bed. I was told to lube up and get hard and I obeyed. I poured some cold olive oil onto my cock and began to rub it in. Touching myself made me hard and I rubbed my cock, working the oil in and then as commanded I continued to stroke my shaft and I brought myself to the edge of completion, calling out that I was getting close and when Mistress Cecilia commanded that I stopped; well, I stopped.

Reaching to my right I picked up the Fleshlight and poured the rest of the bottle of olive oil down the throat of that fun toy. I set the empty bottle aside and slipped the Fleshlight onto my cock with a hitching gasp. I began to pump that teasing and textured toy, my hand rising and falling, the tight tube teasing me the little beads fueling my lust. Up and down I pumped my fist, the Fleshing teasing me and I worked my horny body to the edge and cried out I was close.

I was told to stop and I obeyed.

“Do that again,” fun and exciting words.

I returned the Fleshlight to my shaft, inching the tube slowly onto my cock and in a few short moments I reached the edge again only to pull the Fleshlight away as I was commanded to do.

I brought both my hands to my shaft, my right above my left and stroking my hands in unison, I brought my body to the brink of release. My balls were tight; my eyes squinched shut and my mouth dry. My whole body seemed aflame; it is a frustrating and exciting sensation. I held my body taut as I struggled to hold back my release and after a moment I squeaked out a soft, “okay.”

I was commanded to milk my cock and I complied. My left hand followed my right which followed my left as I stroked with upward strokes only, fueling my lust and squeezing the sensitive tip with each upstroke. I milked my cock and reached the edge again gasping with my eyes shut tight as I held back the release my body was clamoring for. I was commanded to wring my cock out and I obeyed, twisting my cock with both hands, squeezing and twisting and wringing it like pulling water from a sponge.

I stopped squeezing and twisting my cock and stroked my shaft and raised my body to the brink of release in no time flat, gasping and hitching out a long hot breath as I held my body still and tense, my toes curled and my body trembling; I felt horny and needy and blessedly owned.

I milked my cock again, pumping my cock with rapid upward strokes, my left hand following the right. I milked my cock and drove my body back to the tense precipice of denial my cock bouncing with my racing pulse. I called out that I was close and Mistress Cecilia said, “stop,” and her word was my command. I obeyed, pulling my hands free, my fingers flexing into fists.

And that was it. I climbed to my feet, walked into the bathroom, and cleaned the oil from my body and dried the chastity cage one piece at a time. Finally, I hung up the phone, saying goodbye to Mistress Cecilia feeling a pang of regret when the call was over. I carried the cage into the living room and proceeded to lock my cock up tight. I snapped a picture and sent it to my beautiful owner; she knows her cock is caged and it is important for me that she does know. I am suffering for her.

Suffering for Mistress Cecilia is a strong and powerful thing. I cherish each moment of my denial. Each day that passes, each edge and minute of frustration makes me feel owned and content and happy. I enjoy the pain of my frustration; savor the heat of my need and the feeling of Mistress Cecilia’s control. It is a truly remarkable thing and I cannot thank her enough.

Thank You Mistress Cecilia.

Humbly and Happily Yours.