Secret

Good morning Mistress Cecilia! With luck this post will find you with a smile on your lovely face and a day free of stress and full of joy unfurling before you. I with nothing but the very best for you. And a fine good morning to you ladies and gentlemen, one and all. I hope each visitor here has an enjoyable day and a nice little visit here today.

Today marks the twentieth day that has passed since I have last come. Tomorrow will mark the third week that has elapsed since I have felt the physical joy of an orgasm. Some days the numbers amaze me, other days I wonder how much longer I can go. And every day I know that it is a decision that is not up to me and that, dear reader, is a joyous and wondrous thing. I fully submit to Mistress Cecilia’s control and to me it is a beautiful thing.

Yesterday afternoon Mistress Cecilia sent a new assignment to me and when I returned from work and read it I hurriedly stripped off my clothes to begin. I doffed my clothes and in my bathroom I filled the sink with water, snipped the lock holding my cock in its plastic prison and dropped each piece into the sink. I made my way into the bedroom and fell onto the bed, my hand stroking my shaft and bringing my cock to full turgidity.

Lying on the bed, a towel beneath me, I grabbed my olive oil and poured some of the very cold liquid on my cock. My right hand worked it in and engorged I picked up the Fleshlight and poured some oil down that fleshy toy’s pussy shaped opening. I slid it onto my shaft, my mouth opening in a soft gasp as the bubbles within tickled my flesh. I began to stroke, my hand rising and falling, the toy teasing my shaft and in a few short moments I reached the precipice of completion, pulled the Fleshlight off my shaft and lay there, my left hand digging into the towel and my eyes shut tight.

Four more times I used the Fleshlight to tease my shaft. I would pump my fist and reach the edge and stop, an orgasm not allowed. I would tease my cock and wait for the edge to wane enough to start anew. I pumped my fist and teased my shaft. My balls pulled up tight, my toes curled into fists, my eyes shut tight and my whole body lay tense and needy. I could feel the tickle in my shaft, the need sitting heavy in my stomach and my heated balls. It is feeling of ownership and I cherish it.

I set the Fleshlight aside and picked up the large Aneros plug. I lubed it up, slid it along my ass, and worked it into my behind. I attached the Hitachi wand and flipped it to high speed. The whole bed shook as my body vibrated under the powerful motor of the Hitachi wand. My hand fell to my cock and I rushed to pull it away; this part had no stroking. I lay there for ten minutes my whole body shaking, my hands clasped together on my chest. I could feel my toes buzzing, my body trembling, my cock bouncing, and my ass abuzz with the Hitachi on full speed. For ten minutes I lay there, my cock slowly deflating as my ass grew hotter and hotter.

Finally after the ten minutes were up I pulled the Aneros from my ass with a sharp, hitching exhalation and made my way into the bathroom where I used the bathroom. I’m going to let you in on a little secret, one that you probably won’t read in any blog anywhere else; the Aneros plug with the Hitachi wand on high makes for a mighty powerful laxative. A little gross to be sure but it is the truth and that is the one thing I strive to maintain here in my happy little blog. I finished what I was doing and then took a shower, running the razor over my crotch and after three swipes where I winced I realized I should have changed blades. Next time.

I climbed from the shower, dried my body, dried the chastity cage, and wiped the blood away caused by that silly dull razor. I definitely needed to change blades. I spent a few minutes locking my cock, Mistress Cecilia’s cock, up tight, snapping a new lock in place. And to this day, nearly a year after that first lock clicked shut with a loud snicking sound I still get a thrill of that lock snapping shut and Mistress Cecilia taking control; it is to me a powerfully erotic and soothing thing and I cherish it.

In the living room I snapped a picture and mailed it on; my owner knows the status of her captive cock. I could feel that tingling that hides just below the surface like an itch that can’t be scratched. My cock was in a cast much like you’d put on a broken limb and inside that hard shell it asked for attention that was not in my power to give; that was power I have relinquished to Mistress Cecilia and I am a blessed man that she accepted what I offered. I truly cannot thank her enough.

Thank You Mistress Cecilia.

Humbly and Happily Yours.