Twenty-Seven

Good morning Mistress Cecilia. I hope that you have a truly wonderful and fantastic day. I hope you awaken to a day of pure joy. Then again, I hope you have a great day every day. Good morning ladies and gentlemen, one and all. I hope each visitor here enjoys their stay.

Today, day twenty-seven of this stretch of denial finds me doing remarkably well. I awaken, throbbing behind my cage, my balls full and heavy and my day starts with thoughts of Mistress Cecilia. How can I not like that?

Yesterday, upon returning from work, there, sitting in my mailbox like a gift waiting to be unwrapped was a new assignment from Mistress Cecilia. I read it, smiled, and then hastened to obey. I climbed to my feet, made my way into the bathroom where I filled the sink with water as I stripped off my clothes and then naked I made my way back into the bathroom where I shut off the water, snipped the lock holding my cock in its plastic prison and dropped each of the pieces into the sink with a soft kersplunk.

My hand fell to my crotch, absently scratching the stubble as I made my way into my bedroom. I fell onto my bed and rolled to my right to grab the vibrating glove and a vibrator. I rubbed myself fully erect and then twisting the dial on the vibrator, setting it abuzz, I positioned it under my balls, trapping it with my thighs so that it was holding my balls aloft and buzzing them like mad. It was like stirring a pot of soup, my balls abuzz.

I donned the vibrating glove, tightened the wrist strap and flipped the little switch setting my hand into motion. I began to stroke my cock. The vibrator buzzed my balls, the fingers in my glove shimmied like mad and I rubbed my erection with the vibrators ticking my cock and distracting me with need. I stroked my cock and brought myself to the first edge of the day. I pulled my hand away, the vibrator still buzzing along my balls as I lay there taut and needy, my heart hammering in my chest.

Four more times I used the glove to tease my cock and drive my body to the precipice of completion. Each time I stopped before I came. I would lay there, the vibrator buzzing my balls, my hand still shaking as I lay there, shaking, tense, horny and happy. With the five edges complete and my mouth dry, I parted my thighs and the vibrator fell to the mattress under my ass. Picking it up, I twisted the knob and turned it off and finally climbed to my feet.

I made my way into the bathroom where I took a long, hot shower. With a new blade in my razor I scraped away the stubble that had grown in and that had garnered my attention when I had first unlocked my cock not twenty minutes earlier. I climbed from the shower and dried my body and then the chastity gave that had been soaking in the sink. Carrying each of the pieces into the living room I spent a few minutes locking my cock away again. I snapped a fresh picture and sent it on; Mistress Cecilia knows her cock is caged.

It was a fun, exciting assignment; they all are. Any opportunity where I can obey Mistress Cecilia and do as she directs; where I can read her words and following her commands. Obeying her makes me happy, puts a smile on my face. Sitting at my desk after sending the picture I found my knees pressing together, found myself swallowing as my chest felt tight; I’m horny. I’m owned. And I’m happy.

Thank You Mistress Cecilia.

Humbly and Happily Yours.