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Good morning Mistress Cecilia! With all that I am I wish you the best that life has to offer; I wish nothing but the absolute best for you each and every day. With luck you will awaken with a smile and your day will only improve from there. And a fine morning ladies and gentlemen; I hope each visitor here has a great, fun, and enjoyable day.

Yesterday evening I was blessed with a fun and frustration inducing phone call with the sexy Mistress Cecilia. I dialed the phone when directed to do so and exchanged pleasantries with my lovely owner as the sink filled with sudsy water. I snipped the lock holding my cock in check and dropped the pieces into the sink and then free of my cage I shut off the water and made my way into the bedroom, falling onto a lime green towel.

Lying naked I picked up the lube and poured it onto my cock. I began to rub myself, first bringing myself fully erect and then my hand encircled my shaft and I began to pump fully. I stroked my shaft, my hand sliding easily over the hard skin and my hand toyed with the tip of my cock as I pumped my cock. Up and down I stroked, fueling my lust, driving my body closer and closer to the brink. The first one takes the longest and finally I reached the edge, cried out my need and was commanded to stop. I stopped.

I was instructed to pick up the Fleshlight and I obeyed, pouring a dollop of oil down that fleshy tube and then I slipped it onto my cock. I gasped, my knees squeezing together making my balls bulge over my thighs and I began to stroke. Twice I used that soft and teasing toy to bring my body to the precipice of completion only to stop as commanded. I commented how it was my favorite toy, and it was. I love how it feels and how your hand does not have the feel of your cock; it’s so different than life growing up. And the little beads tickled my cockhead as I pumped adding to the enjoyable sensation.

I set the flashlight down and stroked my cock with both hands. My right hand stroked my cock head as my left pumped the base. Each down stroke put pressure against my balls and each upward stroke taunted my overly sensitive cock head. Up and down I stroked and while my breathing came as gasps and my eyes shut tight I reached the edge again.

Next I picked up the Fleshlight again. I slid it onto my cock, my mouth open wide as the tickled beads toyed with my shaft and I pumped my fist, the soft tube playing against my shaft. I pumped my fist, the Fleshlight making its strumming sound as I stroked and in no time, the edges seeming more like one long one than separate ones, I reached that thin line between pleasure and denial again. And again I stopped.

My left hand gripped my shaft and my right hand pumped just the cock head. My hand teased my cockhead, stroking just the tip, squeezing tightly. My hand moved a short distance, stroking my cock head alone and as I pumped I felt the tension build and felt my shaft threaten to erupt and I called out my need and was commanded to stop. And I stopped, pulling my hands free, lying there, tense and needy with my body taut and my mouth dry. I lay there, eyes shut tight breathing hard.

I picked up the Fleshlight a third time and slid it onto my cock. I pumped it up and down and reached the edge again, stopped, started a second time, stopped again and then as directed I used the Fleshlight to reach the pinnacle of completion yet again only to stop as directed by my beautiful owner. Each of the three edges came fast upon the heels of the previous one; I barely had time to recover from one before starting the next. I licked my lips and climbed to my feet when Mistress Cecilia said that it was enough.

We chatted about my replacement chastity cage as I washed my current one. If you have read this blog you know about that fiasco; how I felt a disconnect when the cage broke. It’s funny what your body gets used to and actually grows to need. I washed the cage and as I chatted with Mistress Cecilia I locked her cock away anew. I snapped the lock in place, reported the number, and snapped a new picture.

We hung up the phone and I sent the picture on. My owner knows the status of her caged cock. It was a fun call; I enjoy them all. Sitting at my desk I could feel my balls shifting and burning hot; I could feel the tingling in my cock and the frustrating sitting heavy in my stomach. It is the feeling of being owned and I cherish it. This feeling, of submission, of being owned is a joyous and wonderful thing and I cannot thank Mistress Cecilia enough.

Thank You Mistress Cecilia.

Humbly and Happily Yours.