Backwards

Good morning Mistress Cecilia. I hope this day finds the sun shining down on you with joy and happiness, that your day starts and ends with a smile on your lovely face. And good morning ladies and gentlemen, one and all; welcome to my happy little blog. I hope each visitor here enjoys their stay no matter how long or short that stay may be.

Yesterday I returned home from work and found a lovely new assignment waiting for me. It is always nice coming home to an assignment; to be able to serve my lovely owner as soon as I get home. My days are typically fluid and it’s nice no matter when I get home, be it ten in the morning or ten at night to find an assignment waiting for me. I came home, read the assignment and stripped off my clothes and padded naked save for my chastity cage into the bathroom.

I stood at the sink and snipped the lock holding my cock in check. Often I have visualized it as a key turning in a lock; it is after all the same thing. I snipped the lock free, dropped the pieces into the sink that was rapidly filling with hot water and soapy bubbles. I shut off the water, grabbed a towel and in the bedroom draped the yellow cotton on the bed.

I fell onto the bed and picked up the remote control. I turned on the T.V. and the DVD player and the movie I had last watched for an assignment picked up from where it had left off. I watched as two women were kissing passionately and my cock responded, growing hard at the exciting display. I watched for about five minutes or so, just watching, my cock growing hard and demanding my attention.

I reached to my left and grabbed the large Aneros plug and lube. I lubed my plug, lubed my ass, lubed the plug some more and worked it into my hungry ass. I felt my body swallow the plug and my cock surged as my hips rose involuntarily. I hooked the Hitachi wand into the plug and flipped it to high speed. My whole bed seemed to shake under the strength of that motor. My whole body felt alive with need and my cock bounced and I hadn’t even stroked it yet.

I grabbed the olive oil and poured a healthy pull onto my hard shaft. I watched the screen as one woman slipped the panties off another. I love that view, where the gusset is the last part to flip free as if refusing to let go of what it is all men seem to want most; the panties seeming to do the same. The panties slid down the young redheads legs and I stroked my cock normally, my hand pumping up and down on my heated and oily flesh as the woman pulling off the panties slid her face between the other woman’s thighs. And I reached the first edge of the night. I paused, stopping with the vibrator making it very hard to hold back and waited until I could start anew.

Eyes glued to the screen I edged in what I have called the Military Style. Left hand stroking my cock about a dozen times and then my right following behind another ten or so. Left, right, left, my hands stroking a cadence until I reached the edge. I milked my cock, upward strokes only and reached the edge. I folded my hands together and fucked up into them, driving myself to the edge yet again, this time my ass clutching the Aneros with each upward thrust of my hips fueled my frustration even more.

Four edges down, my eyes still affixed to the two women on the screen, one woman licking the sex of the other, I had one to go. I remembered a technique Mistress Cecilia had first taught me and I had not used in a long while. I flipped my hand over so that my knuckles were facing my face and my elbow pointing outward and began to stroke; my hand was basically upside down and backwards. It’s an interesting way to stroke if you have not tried it. I backwards stroked my cock and quickly brought myself to the last edge of the night.

With the fifth and final edge complete, I hurriedly shut off the Hitachi wand, fearing it would be able to spill me over the edge. I gasped as the Aneros slid from my ass and then climbed to my feet. My knees were a little wobbly and I could still feel the vibrations in my ass even though I was no longer plugged. I made my way into the bathroom, took a shower, dried my body and the chastity cage and then locked my cock away again, trapping my frustration behind the hard cage of my chastity device.

In the living room I snapped a picture and sent it to Mistress Cecilia; my owner knows her cock is caged. I could feel the churning need sitting heavily in my stomach, feel the heat in my balls and the white noise of frustration dancing within my confined cock and it is a feeling I have come to savor; it is the feeling of being controlled, of being owned, of submitting and I welcome it. I truly cannot thank Mistress Cecilia enough.

Thank You Mistress Cecilia.

Humbly and Happily Yours.