Pointy

Good morning Mistress Cecilia! I hope that you have a truly beautiful day and that your day both begins and ends with a smile upon your lovely face. And a fine good morning one and all; I hope each visitor here has a day worth remembering.

This morning marks the third day to have passed since I have last come. I’m a long way off from any type of record and yet I find myself eyeing the calendar and wondering. Will I set a new record this time? If so, well, the end of September is a long way off with a lot of little squares on the calendar by me still to go with the numbers slowly climbing.

This morning I awoke to a bee sting, a painful jabbing in my balls. It pulled me from slumber and I found, much to my dismay, that the ring encircling my balls has broken and left a very sharp point that was digging into me. I winced, moved my leg, winced again and then reached to my crotch before I was even fully awake to discover my find. Shit. I snapped the lock and pulled the cage free and felt relief from the sharp pain. Relief and disappointment. This is the second time the ring had broken at the same place; it’s narrower there and so a weaker point but it seems to me that it should last longer. Well, I was prepared this time.

I climbed from bed long before the sun came up and took a shower. I fished out my spare chastity device and took the correct ring from it. I took a picture of the broken ring and sent it to Mistress Cecilia and then, after I was dressed, I fetched my local paper and after returning home I locked my cock away again and sent that picture on. Less than an hour uncaged. Much better than the few days I had had to go before when I did not have a spare. I’ll be ordering a replacement ring tomorrow and will keep my spare set intact. Mistress Cecilia had given me the idea to have the spares and I am glad she did. I need her control.

Yesterday evening I was blessed with a lovely call with my amazing owner. The instant messenger window blooped and with a towel on the bed and the sink full of water I picked up the phone. I dialed the numbers and heard the soft and sexy voice of Mistress Cecilia in my ear. She commanded that I take off my cage and I obeyed, snapping the lock and dropping the pieces into the water. Naked I made my way into the bedroom and as directed I lubed my shaft with the cold olive oil and rubbed myself first to full turgidity and then as my moans escalated and the first edge approached I was told to switch to two hands and I did, one above the other and using both hands I worked my body to the brink of completion, crying out that I was getting close.

“Stop,” I hear in her beautiful voice. And I obey.

I dried my hands on the towel beneath me donned the vibrating glove. Twice, with only a short pause between, I used that teasing toy to stroke my shaft and bring my body to the tense brink of completion only to back off as I was commanded.

I picked up the Aneros plug, the small one, and lubed it up, sliding it along my ass to lube that as well. Then, with a push, I buried it fully into my behind where it settled comfortably into place. Plugged, I picked up the Fleshlight and poured some olive oil into that fleshy tube and as commanded, Mistress Cecilia singing her encouragements as my gasps came fast and thick, I edged twice more, one after the other, pausing only long enough to guarantee I would not spill my seed.

I tugged the small plug free and picked up its big brother. Lubing the larger Aneros I worked it into my ass; it does not slip in near as easily. It fills my ass much fuller. I attached the Hitachi wand and flipped it on. My ass shook, the vibrator ringing heavily in my ear. Plugged and vibrating I lubed my cock again with another small dollop of olive oil and brought both hands back to my shaft. I pumped my fists, one below the other and worked my body back to that knife’s edge of completion. I was told to stop and I complied, swallowing heavily, face squinched with eyes shut tight. I fought back my release and finally, my stomach rising and falling I was told to don the glove again.

Flipping the switch on the glove I brought my vibrating hand to my crotch and in seconds I felt the pressure build like steam threatening to spill from a covered pot. I gasped, hitching out my need and that was when Mistress Cecilia told me that we were through. I lay there, tense, and hurriedly shut off the wand and the glove. I popped the large plug free and staggered into the bathroom where once again I cleaned the cage and dried the six pieces.

Finally, saying goodbye, I locked my cock away again, snapping the plastic lock in place that I would rush to cut while lying half asleep this morning with that pointy plastic digging painfully into my balls. I snapped a picture and sent it on; I need my owner to know my cock is caged.

I enjoyed the call; I enjoy all of them and I truly cannot thank Mistress Cecilia enough for all she is and all she does. It was fun, exciting, frustrating and it left me feeling owned.

Thank You Mistress Cecilia.

Humbly and Happily Yours.