Round Two

Good morning ladies and gentlemen, one and all. Welcome to my happy and humble little blog; I hope each visitor enjoys their stay, be it your first time or your fiftieth. Much more importantly, good morning Mistress Cecilia. I hope with all that I am that your day starts with a smile and progresses merrily and happily from there until looking back you think what a great day you had. I wish nothing but the very best for you each and every day.

Yesterday afternoon my instant messenger window popped open and Mistress Cecilia told me that it was time for another round of calls. The day before we had done four calls, spread out over the course of the day and we were going to do the same thing on Sunday, too, it seemed. I loved the idea. It was fun, exciting, frustrating and enjoyable the way Mistress Cecilia had broken up the calls on Saturday and I was happy to hear her planning to do it again. So I picked up the phone and dialed those numbers that I have long ago memorized.

The soft voice of Mistress Cecilia greeted me and after chatting briefly she asked if I had unlocked my chastity yet and I had not, of course. I had expected a call but there have been times that calls that were slated got rescheduled due to interruptions that were unplanned and as such I would never unlock unless specifically told; if the call were rescheduled how could I explain the different numbered lock in the photo? And I know that Mistress Cecilia watched and keeps track; she caught me once when I mistyped the number in an email within seconds. I love knowing how closely she keeps tabs on her property.

So, as directed, I unlocked my cage, dropped the pieces into the sink that was filling with water and after shutting off the spigot I made my way into the bedroom and fell onto my bed. My right hand rubbed myself as I reached over for the olive oil. Semi hard I poured out some of the cold fluid onto my shaft and rubbed myself to full turgidity. I picked up the Fleshlight, added some oil to that fleshy tube and slipped it onto my cock.

I felt the little beads tickle the head of my cock; I felt the taut tube grip my heated flesh and I began to stroke. My hand moved up and down, pumping the toy over my cock and in no time, twenty-four days of denial fueling my need, today marking day twenty-five, I reached the first edge of the night. I gasped, hissed out that I was close and when I was told to stop, I stopped.

“Do that again,” I heard in my ear and I obeyed, slipping the Fleshlight back onto my cock and driving myself back to the brink of frustration again and as before I pulled the teasing toy off my cock when I was commanded to stop.

I stroked my cock with both hands, my left pumping my skin for about a dozen strokes and then my right hand took its place. I stroked with both hands, swapping between them every ten, twelve, twenty strokes. I pumped, stroked and with Mistress Cecilia listening and spurring me on I reached the edge anew. My lips were dry, my throat tight and my balls tight, full, and heavy. And I felt my frustration sitting heavy in my chest and I cherished it.

Lying on my back, I folded my hands into a fake pussy, my fingers interlaced and my palms pressed together and I slipped my cock into that pseudo-sex. I held my hands still and began to fuck up into my hands. My hips rose and fell, my cock piercing my hands and after a few minutes, my bedroom feeling hotter with each passing second, I reached the edge again and when told to stop I unfolded my hands and held them up in tight fists as I lay there, clenching, holding back my desperate release.

Swallowing, tense, I picked up the Fleshlight again and used it to drive myself to the brink twice more all under the fantastic guidance of Mistress Cecilia. I paused briefly between the two but it was still just seconds between them; perhaps it was one edge and not two. That precipice barely receded before the new one appeared right on its heels. My balls were tight and pulled into my body and my mouth was dry and my stomach knotted. It is a fantastic feeling, this denial, this frustration. I feel Mistress Cecilia.

And we hung up the phone, this call done. I licked my lips and went about my day. I took a shower, cleaned the oil off my body, washing my cock and balls and hands. I climbed from the tub and dried my body and the chastity cage. I knew that another call was coming and so I didn’t lock my cock back up I just went about my day. I did the dishes, had dinner, and relaxed in the comfort of my home. Twenty minutes after hanging up my cock head was still tickling with need.

A few hours passed when suddenly my messenger window popped open and it was time for another call. I picked up the phone and dialed the numbers again. Smiling, I greeted Mistress Cecilia, her soft voice singing in my ears. She returned the greeting and then jumped straight into the call. She told me to grab the Oro sucker and as I fell onto my bed I grabbed the toy and the olive oil, poured a healthy pull of the cold fluid onto my cock and into the mouth of that candy peanut colored toy. Before I slipped the toy onto my body I used my right hand to stroke myself erect. Hard, I slipped the Oro sucker onto my shaft and rotated the knob setting it abuzz.

It slurped noisily on my shaft as my hand pumped. Each down stoke pushed the flat base against the overly sensitive tip of my cock making me shudder in need. I pumped my fist, the Oro toy gurgling and slobbering over my heated flesh. Up and down my hand pumped, he noise loud but the feelings intense and I reached the edge again, crying out how close I was getting. Whimpering maybe. Being told to stop, I pulled the toy away, setting it on the towel beneath me and turning off the buzzing vibrator.

Putting both hands on my cock, I drove myself to the edge again as I was instructed to do. Then I edged with both hands, left hand alternating with the right, a dozen or so strokes with each hand before switching to the other hand and then Mistress Cecilia told me to wring it out and I complied. I squeezed my shaft, rotating my hands in opposite directions, twisting and squeezing like pulling water from a full sponge. I wrung it out, my hands shifting and sliding over my heated flesh.

I was lying on my back and when instructed to do so I jumped to my knees and folded my hands around my shaft. I began to fuck my fists, my hips rocking, the bed shaking as my hips bucked and a few times the headboard knocked loudly against the wall. I fucked my hands and returned to the edge, the edge that was never very far away.
Lying on my back again, I grabbed my cock with my left hand and spent a good length of time polishing the head of my cock with my right palm. I was gasping, and wincing, not in pain but at the teasing sensation of my hand polishing the head of my cock. I teased the head, gasped, my crotch pulsing and my whole body trembling with need. It was an exquisite feeling.

Finally I was told to fuck up into my hands again. My hands were oily already and my body tense already and it did not take long for me to drive my body to the precipice of completion again. It came so fast, the edge never really backing off very far that when I called out how close I was Mistress Cecilia said, “That’s enough. Time to lock it back up.”

No orgasm this call. That was when I knew. We chatted briefly and then I we hung up the phone, another exciting call complete. I cleaned up, took a shower to wash away the oil from my body and then I ran a blade over my cock and balls and crotch, pulling away the stubble that had grown in over the last few days. I finished showered, climbed from the tub and locked my cock away anew. In the living room, the local paper as a back drop, I snapped a photo and sent it to Mistress Cecilia; she knows her cock is caged.

It was another fun series of calls; I liked this idea that Mistress Cecilia had of breaking up a call into shorter, more frequent snippets. Four calls on Saturday, two calls on Sunday; it was like winning the kinky lottery and I loved it. Mistress Cecilia found yet another way to increase my excitement, fuel my lust, and raise my level of frustration; she is phenomenal at what she does and she does it with edge. She is an amazing, smart and talented woman and I am blessed to be able to serve her. I truly cannot thank her enough.

Thank You Mistress Cecilia.

Humbly and Happily Yours.