Good morning Mistress Cecilia! I hope that you have a truly enjoyable day. But, as anyone who reads my blog regularly already knows, I hope that you have a great day every day. Good morning one and all; welcome to today’s post. I hope you enjoy your stay.
I mentioned about a week ago how I was pondering my submissiveness. Well, I am still thinking about it. I do that quite a bit. I have a chastity fetish, I have this desire to lose control of my own sexual release and as such I have relinquished that control to Mistress Cecilia and she has, thankfully and I truly can’t thank her enough, accepted what I have so freely given away. But, what if I did not have a chastity fetish? What if I had this desire to stand on a street corner wearing a bright pink tutu and a fluorescent sign around my neck that read “I’m a sissy ballerina?” What if instead of chastity and cock control I was into humiliation or maybe pain? Well, truthfully, I think, with me, I would have found Mistress Cecilia through a different site instead of www.cockcontrol.com Perhaps www.sissyschool.com would have been my entry point, or www.dominationhell.com maybe; the endpoint would be the same: I would submit.
What it comes down to is this: chastity is merely the vessel of my submission. I think it is my submissive nature I am fueling with my chastity; and submission is the destination; chastity is the vessel that is taking me there. It is my submissiveness that I am feeding and stoking and growing and living only I am doing it through cock control. If I were a cross-dresser than I would merely be feeding my submissiveness with assignments of dressing up or plucking eyebrows or shaving my legs and sweet smelling lotion onto the newly denuded skin.
Submission comes in many ways. I think it’s time to go back in time and tell a story about my ex-wife. Now, I have been submissive my whole life and I make no apologies for it; it is who I am and I have learned, thanks to Mistress Cecilia, that there is nothing wrong with that and that there are those dominant souls that not only accept the submissiveness in others but they are strong and capable enough to help those feelings flourish. I have said countless times that I cannot thank Mistress Cecilia enough; there are no truer words. I have accepted myself thanks to her dominance, compassion and understanding. She is a remarkable woman.
Little things.
Sometimes I think about the things I did for my ex-wife that went unnoticed. Countless times while she was in the shower I would take a towel, throw it in the dryer, and then as soon as I heard the water shut off I would carry that hot, fluffy towel into the bathroom and hand it to her. It was just a little, special thing that I did where I was just thinking about her and what I could do to make her day a little bit better. It wasn’t asked for; it was just something I did. I thought of what I could do to make her day better; I submitted if you will without being asked to and I don’t think it was even recognized.
This is just one example that jumps out at me of my submissive nature; maybe submission is just another word for chivalry. Up until the day I moved out for the fifth and final time I still opened doors for her; her car door if we were going anywhere or any door to any place we visited together. I once blogged how I think there is strength in submission; I still do. It’s easy to be selfish.
Little things can have the biggest impact.
It’s just something I am pondering, something I haven’t fully wrapped my head around but I think, ultimately, that I am on a submissive journey where chastity and cock control is the boat, the river that races beneath the keel is my submission and Mistress Cecilia is the sexy captain at the helm. I like the imagery. I can almost see the water beneath me, the water cresting waves of white as trees and farms, homes and plains race by on the opposing shores.
It’s a calming image.
I am submissive. It feels right. It is right. And, thankfully, Mistress Cecilia has helped me feel more complete and more whole than I can ever recall feeling. For that, I can’t thank her enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Anal Sex
Good morning Mistress Cecilia! I truly hope that you have a day every bit as wonderful as you are. I hope that your day unfolds into hours of pure bliss. And good morning one and all; welcome to my happy little piece of the internet. I hope you enjoy your stay.
Yesterday afternoon I found a new assignment from Mistress Cecilia and so, as I always do, I hastened to obey. I stripped off my work clothes, uncut the lock holding my cock caged and dropped the pieces into the bathroom sink that I had filled with water and antibacterial soap. The pieces landed with a kersplunk and a splash.
I made my way into my bedroom and grabbed the fake pussy (I wonder if I should name it?) and the olive oil and a towel. I carried everything into the living room and sat down at my computer. I fired up the website that I had joined and began downloading some new videos while sitting comfortably in my chair.
I stroked my cock to full rigidity and then fired up the first video. Immediately a woman with dirty blonde hair came onto the screen wearing a soft top and no bottoms and my first thought was “nice ass.” And it was, round and shapely, sexy and soft. She sat down at a dressing table with an antique mirror reflecting her shining smile. I watched as she combed her hair, untied her top and pulled it down, and then returned to combing her hair.
With soft piano music playing I stood up and set the fake pussy on an old newspaper. I lubed that fake pussy, pouring some olive oil into the split opening and then lubed my cock as well. I tried to work my cock into the fake pussy, but with the pussy sitting on my desk it was a little too high to reach comfortably. I picked up the fake pussy, parted the thighs with my hands, and slid my hard cock into the fleshy opening. Setting the pussy onto the desk again my cock slid free and tumbled against the anal opening of the fake pussy. And with my cock lubed with the slippery oil, I slid my cock into the ass of that teasing toy.
It was perfectly positioned and a bit tighter than the pussy slit and worked well. As the video played, as the piano serenaded me and the lovely woman combed her hair gently I fucked the ass of my fake pussy; my hips rocking, my cock pulling free and slamming home at a steady pace. I fucked that toy and drove my body to the edge of frustration. With the edge bubbling in my balls I slid my cock out of the toy and stood there, the video still playing, capturing my attention.
I slid my cock back into the fake ass and began to fuck the toy again. I slammed my cock into the toy and pulled it free, the anal ring gripping my cock tightly. Watching the video, my cock pumping into the ass, I drove my body ever closer to the edge of completion. And then, when the woman on screen opened her legs, the camera positioned as if under the table, I reached the edge again. It was an exciting visual, like sneaking a peek of what should remain hidden; I could imagine seeing it at a restaurant, a stolen glance, a glimpse of the soft, feminine secrets and seeing that view was enough to drive my passion higher and fuel my lust and that was enough to bring me back to the brink of completion.
I pulled my cock free of that new toy.
The video ended and I started a second video. This time a young blond woman walked into view and dropped onto a bed. She began to rub baby oil onto her legs. She fell back onto the bed, rubbing the oil onto her skin as some woman sang a sad song staying how she was “almost sorry.” As the music played and the naked woman rubbed her skin I slid my cock back into that toys ass and rocked my hips, my thighs striking the corner of my desk as I pumped my cock into that tight opening. I felt my balls pull tight, I felt my cock tingle and I felt the third edge arrive and hitching out a deep breath I pulled my cock free of the toy before I could spill my seed; my orgasm was not allowed.
I carried the fake pussy into the bathroom, hearing the song continue as I walked from the living room. I dried the chastity cage, pulling the pieces from the sink and then I washed the fake sex. I took a nice, hot shower and with a fresh blade in my razor I shaved away the stubble that was my pubic hair. I climbed from the shower and locked my frustration away behind a new, plastic lock. In the living room I snapped a picture and sent it to Mistress Cecilia; she knows her cock is caged.
It was a great assignment; fun and entertaining. The visual stimuli as well as the teasing stroking made me feel the presence of my sexy owner. I could feel my cock tingling behind the walls of its prison and with it I could feel Mistress Cecilia. I love this feeling, of submission, of being controlled each and every moment; it makes me feel whole. How can I not thank Mistress Cecilia for that?
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Yesterday afternoon I found a new assignment from Mistress Cecilia and so, as I always do, I hastened to obey. I stripped off my work clothes, uncut the lock holding my cock caged and dropped the pieces into the bathroom sink that I had filled with water and antibacterial soap. The pieces landed with a kersplunk and a splash.
I made my way into my bedroom and grabbed the fake pussy (I wonder if I should name it?) and the olive oil and a towel. I carried everything into the living room and sat down at my computer. I fired up the website that I had joined and began downloading some new videos while sitting comfortably in my chair.
I stroked my cock to full rigidity and then fired up the first video. Immediately a woman with dirty blonde hair came onto the screen wearing a soft top and no bottoms and my first thought was “nice ass.” And it was, round and shapely, sexy and soft. She sat down at a dressing table with an antique mirror reflecting her shining smile. I watched as she combed her hair, untied her top and pulled it down, and then returned to combing her hair.
With soft piano music playing I stood up and set the fake pussy on an old newspaper. I lubed that fake pussy, pouring some olive oil into the split opening and then lubed my cock as well. I tried to work my cock into the fake pussy, but with the pussy sitting on my desk it was a little too high to reach comfortably. I picked up the fake pussy, parted the thighs with my hands, and slid my hard cock into the fleshy opening. Setting the pussy onto the desk again my cock slid free and tumbled against the anal opening of the fake pussy. And with my cock lubed with the slippery oil, I slid my cock into the ass of that teasing toy.
It was perfectly positioned and a bit tighter than the pussy slit and worked well. As the video played, as the piano serenaded me and the lovely woman combed her hair gently I fucked the ass of my fake pussy; my hips rocking, my cock pulling free and slamming home at a steady pace. I fucked that toy and drove my body to the edge of frustration. With the edge bubbling in my balls I slid my cock out of the toy and stood there, the video still playing, capturing my attention.
I slid my cock back into the fake ass and began to fuck the toy again. I slammed my cock into the toy and pulled it free, the anal ring gripping my cock tightly. Watching the video, my cock pumping into the ass, I drove my body ever closer to the edge of completion. And then, when the woman on screen opened her legs, the camera positioned as if under the table, I reached the edge again. It was an exciting visual, like sneaking a peek of what should remain hidden; I could imagine seeing it at a restaurant, a stolen glance, a glimpse of the soft, feminine secrets and seeing that view was enough to drive my passion higher and fuel my lust and that was enough to bring me back to the brink of completion.
I pulled my cock free of that new toy.
The video ended and I started a second video. This time a young blond woman walked into view and dropped onto a bed. She began to rub baby oil onto her legs. She fell back onto the bed, rubbing the oil onto her skin as some woman sang a sad song staying how she was “almost sorry.” As the music played and the naked woman rubbed her skin I slid my cock back into that toys ass and rocked my hips, my thighs striking the corner of my desk as I pumped my cock into that tight opening. I felt my balls pull tight, I felt my cock tingle and I felt the third edge arrive and hitching out a deep breath I pulled my cock free of the toy before I could spill my seed; my orgasm was not allowed.
I carried the fake pussy into the bathroom, hearing the song continue as I walked from the living room. I dried the chastity cage, pulling the pieces from the sink and then I washed the fake sex. I took a nice, hot shower and with a fresh blade in my razor I shaved away the stubble that was my pubic hair. I climbed from the shower and locked my frustration away behind a new, plastic lock. In the living room I snapped a picture and sent it to Mistress Cecilia; she knows her cock is caged.
It was a great assignment; fun and entertaining. The visual stimuli as well as the teasing stroking made me feel the presence of my sexy owner. I could feel my cock tingling behind the walls of its prison and with it I could feel Mistress Cecilia. I love this feeling, of submission, of being controlled each and every moment; it makes me feel whole. How can I not thank Mistress Cecilia for that?
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Monday, April 28, 2008
Intense
Good morning Mistress Cecilia! I hope that you have a day as great as humanly possible; that the sun rises on a beautiful morning and sets and a flawless sunset with joy abounding each moment in between. And good morning one and all; welcome. I hope you enjoy your stay.
Yesterday evening I was fortunate enough to speak with Mistress Cecilia. I dialed the magic numbers and hearing her soft voice I felt a peace wash over me; it’s hard to describe. I know she has the control, the dominance, and hearing her voice I feel almost immediately the submissive part of my soul climb forward to be acknowledged. That and she has the sexiest voice; the friendliest voice, it’s a beautiful tone that rings in my ear.
We chatted briefly and then I was told to unlock my cage. Standing naked in the bathroom, I broke the plastic lock and dropped each of the six pieces of my chastity device into the sink. Then, lying on my bed I grabbed the Fleshlight and the olive oil. I poured some of the cold liquid over my cock and down the mouth of that soft tube. Then, mounting the Fleshlight, I slid it onto my cock and began to pump my arm, masturbating my cock with that great toy. I stroked and felt my body tense as the first edge arrived. I moaned that I was close and when Mistress Cecilia said, “stop,” I pulled the Fleshlight off my cock, holding it above my chest and waited, taut, for the edge to wane.
I set the Fleshlight down and grabbed the silver vibrator. Lubing it up I slid it into my ass, rotating the base so that it was buzzing merrily within my body. Then, picking up the Fleshlight, I stroked my hard cock again, driving myself to the edge, stopping and then, as directed did that twice more; the edges coming rapidly; with no time for them to dwindle. They came rapid-fire and my balls pulled into my body and after the third consecutive edge my eyes were squinched shut and my left hand was gripping the mattress pad in a tight fist. My whole body was trembling with the need to come.
Yet, it felt better to succumb to Mistress Cecilia’s will. Much more so.
I pulled the vibrator from my ass and as directed worked the wall mounted cock in its place. With the huge dildo planted in my behind I waddled into the bathroom, moistened the base and then walked back to the bedroom where I dropped to my knees, in supplication, and backed up against my dresser where the dildo attached to that vertical wall. Then, I knelt up, the cock in my ass and began to stroke my cock anew. My hand pumped against my oily cock as the dildo filled my ass and in moments, the room feeling hot as I stroked, I reached the edge again. I moaned that I was getting close and was commanded to stop.
I stopped.
I stood up, slipping the cock from my ass and smiling at it hanging on the dresser. I dropped onto my bed and lying flat on my back I folded my hands together and fucked up into them. Up and down I rocked my hips, pounding my cock into that fake pussy made from my hands folded as if in prayer. I drove my cock into my hands and felt the edge approach rapidly. I hissed my need and as before, my eyes squinted shut, my toes furled into fists, I was told to stop and as before I pulled my hand away.
“Wring it out,” my owner commanded and I obeyed. I twisted the head one way and the base the opposite and then swapped directions; back and forth my hands twisted until I was told to stroke normally. I gripped my cock, pumped my hand and drove myself back up to the line of need and as before I was commanded to stop.
I was told to grab the Fleshlight again and I picked it up with oily fingers. I slipped it onto the head of my cock alone, my left hand gripping the base of my cock. I pumped the Fleshlight on the head of my cock and then, after about a minute of that joyous teasing I was instructed to drop it fully onto my cock.
The toy teased the whole of my shaft.
Up and down I pumped my cock with that teasing toy and quickly, in less than a minute, I felt that tense precipice arrive again. I hitched out a breathy “I’m getting close,” and was commanded to stop. I pulled the Fleshlight off my cock, my eyes shut tight and my whole body trembling and waited, panting, for the edge to wane.
I set the Fleshlight aside and grabbed my cock with my left hand and stroked my cock, sliding my hand up from the bottom and over the sensitive tip. My right hand followed suit, sliding up from the bottom. Up and up I milked my cock and once again I drove my body to the precipice of completion only to be told to stop in that firm and sexy voice that belongs to Mistress Cecilia. And it is a beautiful voice.
Then, Mistress Cecilia said that it was enough and I stood up and made my way into the bathroom and as I cleaned the oil off my cock Mistress Cecilia and I said our good-byes. I hung up the phone, dried the chastity cage, cleaned the vibrator, the dildo and the Fleshlight. I carried the chastity cage into the living room where I locked my frustrating away behind a new lock, smiling in joy as Mistress Cecilia once again took control of the key to my cock. I took a picture of the lock and sent it to Mistress Cecilia; she knows her cock is chaste.
It as an intense call; I could at the end of the call feel my cock burning with need. I made my way into the bathroom and sat at the toilet to pee. It took a moment for me to start; such was the thick fluid buildup that I had to wash away. I cleaned the pipes and then took a shower. The hot water always helps my balls hang more freely; it adds to my comfort.
It was a fun call. I enjoyed it immensely; I enjoy them all.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Yesterday evening I was fortunate enough to speak with Mistress Cecilia. I dialed the magic numbers and hearing her soft voice I felt a peace wash over me; it’s hard to describe. I know she has the control, the dominance, and hearing her voice I feel almost immediately the submissive part of my soul climb forward to be acknowledged. That and she has the sexiest voice; the friendliest voice, it’s a beautiful tone that rings in my ear.
We chatted briefly and then I was told to unlock my cage. Standing naked in the bathroom, I broke the plastic lock and dropped each of the six pieces of my chastity device into the sink. Then, lying on my bed I grabbed the Fleshlight and the olive oil. I poured some of the cold liquid over my cock and down the mouth of that soft tube. Then, mounting the Fleshlight, I slid it onto my cock and began to pump my arm, masturbating my cock with that great toy. I stroked and felt my body tense as the first edge arrived. I moaned that I was close and when Mistress Cecilia said, “stop,” I pulled the Fleshlight off my cock, holding it above my chest and waited, taut, for the edge to wane.
I set the Fleshlight down and grabbed the silver vibrator. Lubing it up I slid it into my ass, rotating the base so that it was buzzing merrily within my body. Then, picking up the Fleshlight, I stroked my hard cock again, driving myself to the edge, stopping and then, as directed did that twice more; the edges coming rapidly; with no time for them to dwindle. They came rapid-fire and my balls pulled into my body and after the third consecutive edge my eyes were squinched shut and my left hand was gripping the mattress pad in a tight fist. My whole body was trembling with the need to come.
Yet, it felt better to succumb to Mistress Cecilia’s will. Much more so.
I pulled the vibrator from my ass and as directed worked the wall mounted cock in its place. With the huge dildo planted in my behind I waddled into the bathroom, moistened the base and then walked back to the bedroom where I dropped to my knees, in supplication, and backed up against my dresser where the dildo attached to that vertical wall. Then, I knelt up, the cock in my ass and began to stroke my cock anew. My hand pumped against my oily cock as the dildo filled my ass and in moments, the room feeling hot as I stroked, I reached the edge again. I moaned that I was getting close and was commanded to stop.
I stopped.
I stood up, slipping the cock from my ass and smiling at it hanging on the dresser. I dropped onto my bed and lying flat on my back I folded my hands together and fucked up into them. Up and down I rocked my hips, pounding my cock into that fake pussy made from my hands folded as if in prayer. I drove my cock into my hands and felt the edge approach rapidly. I hissed my need and as before, my eyes squinted shut, my toes furled into fists, I was told to stop and as before I pulled my hand away.
“Wring it out,” my owner commanded and I obeyed. I twisted the head one way and the base the opposite and then swapped directions; back and forth my hands twisted until I was told to stroke normally. I gripped my cock, pumped my hand and drove myself back up to the line of need and as before I was commanded to stop.
I was told to grab the Fleshlight again and I picked it up with oily fingers. I slipped it onto the head of my cock alone, my left hand gripping the base of my cock. I pumped the Fleshlight on the head of my cock and then, after about a minute of that joyous teasing I was instructed to drop it fully onto my cock.
The toy teased the whole of my shaft.
Up and down I pumped my cock with that teasing toy and quickly, in less than a minute, I felt that tense precipice arrive again. I hitched out a breathy “I’m getting close,” and was commanded to stop. I pulled the Fleshlight off my cock, my eyes shut tight and my whole body trembling and waited, panting, for the edge to wane.
I set the Fleshlight aside and grabbed my cock with my left hand and stroked my cock, sliding my hand up from the bottom and over the sensitive tip. My right hand followed suit, sliding up from the bottom. Up and up I milked my cock and once again I drove my body to the precipice of completion only to be told to stop in that firm and sexy voice that belongs to Mistress Cecilia. And it is a beautiful voice.
Then, Mistress Cecilia said that it was enough and I stood up and made my way into the bathroom and as I cleaned the oil off my cock Mistress Cecilia and I said our good-byes. I hung up the phone, dried the chastity cage, cleaned the vibrator, the dildo and the Fleshlight. I carried the chastity cage into the living room where I locked my frustrating away behind a new lock, smiling in joy as Mistress Cecilia once again took control of the key to my cock. I took a picture of the lock and sent it to Mistress Cecilia; she knows her cock is chaste.
It as an intense call; I could at the end of the call feel my cock burning with need. I made my way into the bathroom and sat at the toilet to pee. It took a moment for me to start; such was the thick fluid buildup that I had to wash away. I cleaned the pipes and then took a shower. The hot water always helps my balls hang more freely; it adds to my comfort.
It was a fun call. I enjoyed it immensely; I enjoy them all.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Hands Free
Good morning Mistress Cecilia. With luck this post will find you doing every bit as well as possible. Then again, I hope that each day that passes goes as smoothly and stress free as possible. And, barring that, I hope you have someone naked and upturned ass to take it out on. And good morning one and all; welcome. I hope you enjoy your stay.
It has been three days since I have last come; three short days. I can feel the beginning stirrings of my growing frustration and as each day passes that feeling will climb higher and higher and with it, the feeling of Mistress Cecilia will grow. It’s a wonderful thing; growing horny makes me feel more connected and controlled by Mistress Cecilia. How can I not like that?
Yesterday afternoon I was blessed with a delicious phone call with Mistress Cecilia. I dialed the magic numbers and spent a few minutes just chatting. Sometimes I enjoy those moments, those real moments, more than the stroking. We chatted for a bit longer and then I was told to remove my chastity device. I climbed from my bed where I was relaxing while chatting with Mistress Cecilia and cut the lock holding my cock captive. I dropped it into the sink with the water running and then, naked, strode back into the bedroom, where I fell onto the bed, sending one of my two cats running from the room.
“What haven’t we used in a while?” Mistress Cecilia queried. I ran through my toys and was instructed to grab my Aneros plug and slip it in my ass. I picked it up, coated it with lube and slid it into my ass where it settled comfortably into place. Then, picking up the Hitachi wand I held it against my cock, pressing it against the bottom of my cock, right on the sensitive spot just below the head and I grew hard, then harder, then my whole body was buzzing and holding the buzzing toy against my cock I felt the edge arrive; a hands-free edge. It’s amazing how without touching my cock, only the buzzing wand against my cock, I was able to reach the edge. I whimpered how close I was getting and I was told to stop. I pulled the wand away and held still, my ass clutching the Aneros filling my behind.
Then, I ran the wand over my cock and balls and the head and the base. Up, over, down, around; I teased my heated flesh. Then, as directed, I stroked my cock, holding the wand against my filling balls. I stroked my cock, pumping my flesh and drove myself to the second edge. And as before, I was told to stop.
I grabbed the olive oil and poured it over my cock; rubbing my hands against my now oily cock. I folded my hands together as if in prayer and slid my cock into that fake pussy. Up and down I humped, my ass clamping down onto the plug buried in my ass and releasing on each downward thrust. Up and down I fucked my fists, up and down I teased my cock; my ass clutching and releasing the Aneros and I felt the tense, needy edge arrive with a flourish. I let out a moan as I pulled my hands away.
“Wring it out,” Mistress Cecilia commanded. Oh, I like how that sounds, Mistress Cecilia commanded. I put both hands on my cock and twisted it about.
Then, as commanded, I stroked my cock with upward strokes only, left hand followed by my right. I milked my cock and drove my body back to that tense edge; that thin line between release and denial. I stroked upward, left then right; up, no downward stroking. It was like pulling my cock free from the depths of a soft pussy that never ended. Up and up I milked my cock and once again I felt the edge threaten to overwhelm my needy body. I hissed that I was close to coming and I was told to stop.
Then I was told to lock my cock away again. I walked, plugged, into the bathroom and as I stood there, wiping the oil off my cock, I said good bye to Mistress Cecilia with a smile on my happy face. I cleaned the cage and my cock with a dry towel and then pulled the Aneros from my ass. Standing there I spent a moment locking my cock away again, snapping a new lock in place. I took a picture and sent it on, my chaste status evident to my owner. Mistress Cecilia knows her cock is caged.
Sitting at my desk I could feel a tickle in my cock, like a tiny electric current was dancing just below the skin. It is a wonderful, interesting feeling; it’s the feeling of submission. I feel Mistress Cecilia with me and for that I can’t thank her enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
It has been three days since I have last come; three short days. I can feel the beginning stirrings of my growing frustration and as each day passes that feeling will climb higher and higher and with it, the feeling of Mistress Cecilia will grow. It’s a wonderful thing; growing horny makes me feel more connected and controlled by Mistress Cecilia. How can I not like that?
Yesterday afternoon I was blessed with a delicious phone call with Mistress Cecilia. I dialed the magic numbers and spent a few minutes just chatting. Sometimes I enjoy those moments, those real moments, more than the stroking. We chatted for a bit longer and then I was told to remove my chastity device. I climbed from my bed where I was relaxing while chatting with Mistress Cecilia and cut the lock holding my cock captive. I dropped it into the sink with the water running and then, naked, strode back into the bedroom, where I fell onto the bed, sending one of my two cats running from the room.
“What haven’t we used in a while?” Mistress Cecilia queried. I ran through my toys and was instructed to grab my Aneros plug and slip it in my ass. I picked it up, coated it with lube and slid it into my ass where it settled comfortably into place. Then, picking up the Hitachi wand I held it against my cock, pressing it against the bottom of my cock, right on the sensitive spot just below the head and I grew hard, then harder, then my whole body was buzzing and holding the buzzing toy against my cock I felt the edge arrive; a hands-free edge. It’s amazing how without touching my cock, only the buzzing wand against my cock, I was able to reach the edge. I whimpered how close I was getting and I was told to stop. I pulled the wand away and held still, my ass clutching the Aneros filling my behind.
Then, I ran the wand over my cock and balls and the head and the base. Up, over, down, around; I teased my heated flesh. Then, as directed, I stroked my cock, holding the wand against my filling balls. I stroked my cock, pumping my flesh and drove myself to the second edge. And as before, I was told to stop.
I grabbed the olive oil and poured it over my cock; rubbing my hands against my now oily cock. I folded my hands together as if in prayer and slid my cock into that fake pussy. Up and down I humped, my ass clamping down onto the plug buried in my ass and releasing on each downward thrust. Up and down I fucked my fists, up and down I teased my cock; my ass clutching and releasing the Aneros and I felt the tense, needy edge arrive with a flourish. I let out a moan as I pulled my hands away.
“Wring it out,” Mistress Cecilia commanded. Oh, I like how that sounds, Mistress Cecilia commanded. I put both hands on my cock and twisted it about.
Then, as commanded, I stroked my cock with upward strokes only, left hand followed by my right. I milked my cock and drove my body back to that tense edge; that thin line between release and denial. I stroked upward, left then right; up, no downward stroking. It was like pulling my cock free from the depths of a soft pussy that never ended. Up and up I milked my cock and once again I felt the edge threaten to overwhelm my needy body. I hissed that I was close to coming and I was told to stop.
Then I was told to lock my cock away again. I walked, plugged, into the bathroom and as I stood there, wiping the oil off my cock, I said good bye to Mistress Cecilia with a smile on my happy face. I cleaned the cage and my cock with a dry towel and then pulled the Aneros from my ass. Standing there I spent a moment locking my cock away again, snapping a new lock in place. I took a picture and sent it on, my chaste status evident to my owner. Mistress Cecilia knows her cock is caged.
Sitting at my desk I could feel a tickle in my cock, like a tiny electric current was dancing just below the skin. It is a wonderful, interesting feeling; it’s the feeling of submission. I feel Mistress Cecilia with me and for that I can’t thank her enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Twister
Good morning one and all, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to my humble little blog; I hope you enjoy your stay be it your first visit or, maybe, you drop in daily to read my ramblings. Either way, welcome. Much more importantly, good morning to you, Mistress Cecilia! I hope that you have a truly wonderful day, but as you know, I hope your every day is a good day!
As a reminder, tonight at 10 P.M. East Coast Time join Mistress Cecilia on Talk Shoe for her delightful, fun, entertaining and informative show with Miz Ava. Come listen to Provacatalk radio on Talk Shoe; you'll be glad you did. The URL is posted on the left but I'll include it here as well: Provocatalk Radio with Mistress Cecilia and Miz Ava.
Yesterday evening I was once again blessed with another phone call with the sexy Mistress Cecilia. I dialed the magic number and immediately, with no banter or socializing, I was told to unlock my caged cock. I walked into the bathroom, working the lock free as I went. It’s funny how you can hear the dominance in Mistress Cecilia’s sexy voice; her control shines like the sun off a bald man’s head. It’s a light and I’m the moth drawn to it; a comfortable warmth. I freed my cock and dropped the pieces into the sink.
Naked, I padded into the bedroom and dropped onto the bed. As commanded I lubed my cock and gripped the Fleshlight, pouring some oil down its soft throat. I rubbed my cock with my left hand, my right hand holding the Fleshlight, and when I was hard I slipped the toy onto my cock and began to stroke my cock with that tight, teasing toy. My hand pumped, my heart raced and upon reaching the first edge since I had last come I was commanded to stop. I pulled the Fleshlight off my cock and waited, body tense, for the immediate need to wane.
“Do it again,” I heard whispered in my ear.
I shoved my cock into the rippled tube and began to stroke again. Up and down my hand pistoned, moving rapidly, the oil making the toy move easily over my heated flesh. My hand moved and again I felt that tense, needy edge arrive and as before I was commanded to stop. I pulled the Fleshlight free of my cock and waited, breathing slowly for the edge to pass.
Next, sliding the Fleshlight on my cock, I was commanded to twist it around. My hand grabbed the toy and I began moving it in fast circles. I spun it like a tornado, round and round, feeling it ripple and tickle and tease. Round and round and round it went, fast, tickling the head of my cock; it felt great, my cock was tingling but it was not enough to make me come.
After a moment I was told to grab the Hitachi wand. I turned it on as I was told to do and pressed it against my balls, the vibrations rippling through my crotch. I began to stroke my cock with the Fleshlight as the vibrator buzzed against my balls. The combination was electric and within seconds I felt my body tense in preparation of an impending release. “Getting close,” I hitched through clenched teeth and was told to stop. I pulled the Fleshlight off my cock and turned the wand off and lay there, breathing slowly, feeling my body tense and slowly calm back down, my cock bobbing with my beating heart.
As commanded, and isn’t that just a delicious thing, I folded my hands together and while lying flat on my back I began to fuck up into my hands that were folded in prayer. Up and down my hips rocked until, once again, I felt the tense, needy precipice of completion arrive and as before I was told to stop. I unfurled my hands and held them to my side, clutching the towel underneath my naked form.
I was instructed to don the vibrating glove next, and I did, flipping the switch. My hand buzzed and pulsed and it was electric as I gripped my cock. I began to stroke, my hand pumping while vibrating like crazy. Up and down, buzzing and tingling I brought myself to the edge again, and as before Mistress Cecilia commanded that I stop. I, of course, obeyed, pulling my hand away from cock, my body taut, my toes curled up into tight fists. Breathing heavily, I shut off the glove and set it aside.
“Milk it,” Mistress Cecilia said to me in her soft, melodic and extremely erotic voice.
I began to stroke my cock with upward strokes only; left hand then right. Up, my left hand pulled along my shaft; up, my right hand followed suit. I milked my cock and for the first time I felt like I had not been snipped so many decades ago; the skin on my balls pulled up with me and I imagined as I milked my cock that I did have some foreskin. I milked, up and up my oily hand stroked my cock; up and up I pulled the skin. Faster and faster until I felt the edge, just bubbling below the surface, threaten to erupt like an angry volcano. I hissed that I was close and Mistress Cecilia said that it was enough; it was time to lock back up.
I climbed to my feet and said good-bye to Mistress Cecilia. Even after hanging up the phone I could still feel her with me. Smiling, I washed the oil off my cock; smiling I cleaned and dried the chastity cage, on piece at a time; and smiling, I locked my cock away again, trapping my frustration behind that hard plastic and surrendering even my erections to Mistress Cecilia. Smiling, I felt her and that was why I smiled.
I made my way into the living room where I snapped a picture and saw that it was washed out; snapped another where the flash didn’t go off and the new plastic number wasn’t visible. I took a third picture and then the batteries died. Replacing them, I snapped a good picture and emailed it to Mistress Cecilia. She knows her cock is caged; she can monitor my frustration and I need to know that she knows I’m caged.
I sat at my desk and felt the first, trace tingling of my rising horniness; it was a feeling that I was used to and one that made me constantly aware of Mistress Cecilia; it is a feeling I savor. It is a feeling of my submission; it is a feeling of her strength and her control and for that, I can’t thank her enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
As a reminder, tonight at 10 P.M. East Coast Time join Mistress Cecilia on Talk Shoe for her delightful, fun, entertaining and informative show with Miz Ava. Come listen to Provacatalk radio on Talk Shoe; you'll be glad you did. The URL is posted on the left but I'll include it here as well: Provocatalk Radio with Mistress Cecilia and Miz Ava.
Yesterday evening I was once again blessed with another phone call with the sexy Mistress Cecilia. I dialed the magic number and immediately, with no banter or socializing, I was told to unlock my caged cock. I walked into the bathroom, working the lock free as I went. It’s funny how you can hear the dominance in Mistress Cecilia’s sexy voice; her control shines like the sun off a bald man’s head. It’s a light and I’m the moth drawn to it; a comfortable warmth. I freed my cock and dropped the pieces into the sink.
Naked, I padded into the bedroom and dropped onto the bed. As commanded I lubed my cock and gripped the Fleshlight, pouring some oil down its soft throat. I rubbed my cock with my left hand, my right hand holding the Fleshlight, and when I was hard I slipped the toy onto my cock and began to stroke my cock with that tight, teasing toy. My hand pumped, my heart raced and upon reaching the first edge since I had last come I was commanded to stop. I pulled the Fleshlight off my cock and waited, body tense, for the immediate need to wane.
“Do it again,” I heard whispered in my ear.
I shoved my cock into the rippled tube and began to stroke again. Up and down my hand pistoned, moving rapidly, the oil making the toy move easily over my heated flesh. My hand moved and again I felt that tense, needy edge arrive and as before I was commanded to stop. I pulled the Fleshlight free of my cock and waited, breathing slowly for the edge to pass.
Next, sliding the Fleshlight on my cock, I was commanded to twist it around. My hand grabbed the toy and I began moving it in fast circles. I spun it like a tornado, round and round, feeling it ripple and tickle and tease. Round and round and round it went, fast, tickling the head of my cock; it felt great, my cock was tingling but it was not enough to make me come.
After a moment I was told to grab the Hitachi wand. I turned it on as I was told to do and pressed it against my balls, the vibrations rippling through my crotch. I began to stroke my cock with the Fleshlight as the vibrator buzzed against my balls. The combination was electric and within seconds I felt my body tense in preparation of an impending release. “Getting close,” I hitched through clenched teeth and was told to stop. I pulled the Fleshlight off my cock and turned the wand off and lay there, breathing slowly, feeling my body tense and slowly calm back down, my cock bobbing with my beating heart.
As commanded, and isn’t that just a delicious thing, I folded my hands together and while lying flat on my back I began to fuck up into my hands that were folded in prayer. Up and down my hips rocked until, once again, I felt the tense, needy precipice of completion arrive and as before I was told to stop. I unfurled my hands and held them to my side, clutching the towel underneath my naked form.
I was instructed to don the vibrating glove next, and I did, flipping the switch. My hand buzzed and pulsed and it was electric as I gripped my cock. I began to stroke, my hand pumping while vibrating like crazy. Up and down, buzzing and tingling I brought myself to the edge again, and as before Mistress Cecilia commanded that I stop. I, of course, obeyed, pulling my hand away from cock, my body taut, my toes curled up into tight fists. Breathing heavily, I shut off the glove and set it aside.
“Milk it,” Mistress Cecilia said to me in her soft, melodic and extremely erotic voice.
I began to stroke my cock with upward strokes only; left hand then right. Up, my left hand pulled along my shaft; up, my right hand followed suit. I milked my cock and for the first time I felt like I had not been snipped so many decades ago; the skin on my balls pulled up with me and I imagined as I milked my cock that I did have some foreskin. I milked, up and up my oily hand stroked my cock; up and up I pulled the skin. Faster and faster until I felt the edge, just bubbling below the surface, threaten to erupt like an angry volcano. I hissed that I was close and Mistress Cecilia said that it was enough; it was time to lock back up.
I climbed to my feet and said good-bye to Mistress Cecilia. Even after hanging up the phone I could still feel her with me. Smiling, I washed the oil off my cock; smiling I cleaned and dried the chastity cage, on piece at a time; and smiling, I locked my cock away again, trapping my frustration behind that hard plastic and surrendering even my erections to Mistress Cecilia. Smiling, I felt her and that was why I smiled.
I made my way into the living room where I snapped a picture and saw that it was washed out; snapped another where the flash didn’t go off and the new plastic number wasn’t visible. I took a third picture and then the batteries died. Replacing them, I snapped a good picture and emailed it to Mistress Cecilia. She knows her cock is caged; she can monitor my frustration and I need to know that she knows I’m caged.
I sat at my desk and felt the first, trace tingling of my rising horniness; it was a feeling that I was used to and one that made me constantly aware of Mistress Cecilia; it is a feeling I savor. It is a feeling of my submission; it is a feeling of her strength and her control and for that, I can’t thank her enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Friday, April 25, 2008
CSI
Good morning Mistress Cecilia! With luck this day will be as wonderful as you are. I hope that your day turns out to be a joyous, beautiful thing. And good morning one and all; welcome to today’s post. Sit back, take a load off, and enjoy your stay.
Today marks day one. That’s right, my counter has been reset. It’s okay, I’m smiling, too. Yesterday evening I was blessed with a brief phone call with Mistress Cecilia and as the saying goes, “good things come in small packages.” I dialed the magic numbers and was connected with the stunningly sexy Mistress Cecilia. Instantly, no idle chit chat present, she commanded that I removed my chastity cage. I obeyed, of course. I snipped the lock free, dropping the pieces into the bathroom sink before walking into the bedroom to plop onto my bed.
Lying naked on my bed I poured some olive oil onto my cock and slowly stroked my cock to full rigidity; my hands sliding against my rising cock. Then, as directed, I used both hands to stroke my cock. Both hands slid along my cock, twisting and pumping. Slowly, my balls tightening up as I stroked, I felt my body grow even more tense. I stroked, and as Mistress Cecilia commanded, I reached the first edge, hissing that I was getting close. And I obeyed her command to stop, pulling my oily hands away.
“Wring it out,” she says to me, her voice sounding delightful in my ear. I twist the base of my cock to the left and my cock head to the right and then shifted directions, wringing the flesh in my hand out like squeezing the water from a washcloth. Back and forth my hands shifted directions, wringing out my horny cock.
After a moment I was told to stroke again, alternating between my two hands and squeezing the head as one hand left my cock. So I stroked my cock, sliding my hand up from the base and over the sensitive head, squeezing as my hand crested the tip. My right hand followed suit, rising up from the bottom to the top and squeezing the head at my hand passed over the top. This kept going until I felt the pressure rise and once again I felt the tense needy edge arrive and as before I was told to stop.
Lying on the bed I was told to fondle my balls with one hand and to stroke the head with the other. My right hand dropped down to squeeze and massage my balls as my left hand ran over the hard and swollen head of my cock. My left hand pumped the head of my cock and in no time I reached the third, deliciously frustrating edge and as before I was told to stop.
I was told to climb to my knees and I leapt upward and spun around in one quick motion. On my knees I was told to grab the Hitachi wand and to massage my cock and balls with it. I flipped the switch and with the vibrator buzzing loudly (could Mistress Cecilia hear it?) I ran it over my cock and balls; down the shaft, over the head, and back down again.
After a moment of this I was told to press it against my balls and to stroke again. I wedged the wand against my balls and the surface of the bed and stroked my cock. It slipped, fell over and I picked it up again and shifted around so that I could use the blanket to help hold it in place. I lodged it in place again and stroked my cock some more. I felt the pressure build and then as the edge arrived I heard the words that had been absent for more than a month, “come for me; come for me now.”
And I came; my semen flying free with the wand buzzing my balls. I came loudly, gasping out my release, my eyes shut, my toes curled up into tight fists. Another spurt flew and with it I fell to my side to lie, spent and weak on my bed. I wasn’t thinking but I know I thanked Mistress Cecilia for the gift she gave me. Lying there on my side and commented how I had just stained the carpet beneath me. I pictured some enterprising Crime Scene Investigators shining their black lights around my bedroom and finding that tell-tale sign of my happy, body-shaking release. I had a mess to clean up.
“I guess I felt like letting you,” Mistress Cecilia said to me and with it my eyes drifted shut again; those words shook me with the truthfulness of them. She felt like letting me come and it is Mistress Cecilia’s decision alone and I love that and I love how she knows it as well. I have relinquished control to Mistress Cecilia; thankfully she has with her grace, strength and warmth, accepted what I have so freely given. Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
I thanked her again. Gentlemen, if you are reading this and you do a cock control call with Mistress Cecilia, or really, any of the LDW ladies, and she lets you come; thank her! I can’t thank Mistress Cecilia enough for how she makes me feel. I savor her control; I savor her dominance; her wit, strength, wisdom, intelligence. She is an amazing woman and I am truly blessed to know her.
Finally, spend and growing tired, my counter reset, we said good bye. I lay there for another ten minutes just feeling my pulse race and my mouth a dry cavity.
Finally, it was time to clean up. I grabbed a wash cloth, wrung it out as I had my cock, and cleaned the wet spot from the floor. I made my way into the bathroom where I showered, the hot water making my spent body feel even more relaxed, more tired. I shaved my crotch again and finally climbed from the shower where I dried my body, dried the chastity cage and locked my cock away again. Tick, tock, the counter started fresh.
I made my way into the living room and snapped the picture and sent it to my amazing owner; once again Mistress Cecilia knows her cock is caged. And, with my cock locked up tight, I felt Mistress Cecilia with me. It is a joyous feeling! It was a spectacular call that left me feeling sated and calm, relaxed and tired, happy and content. And for all that positivity I cannot thank Mistress Cecilia enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Today marks day one. That’s right, my counter has been reset. It’s okay, I’m smiling, too. Yesterday evening I was blessed with a brief phone call with Mistress Cecilia and as the saying goes, “good things come in small packages.” I dialed the magic numbers and was connected with the stunningly sexy Mistress Cecilia. Instantly, no idle chit chat present, she commanded that I removed my chastity cage. I obeyed, of course. I snipped the lock free, dropping the pieces into the bathroom sink before walking into the bedroom to plop onto my bed.
Lying naked on my bed I poured some olive oil onto my cock and slowly stroked my cock to full rigidity; my hands sliding against my rising cock. Then, as directed, I used both hands to stroke my cock. Both hands slid along my cock, twisting and pumping. Slowly, my balls tightening up as I stroked, I felt my body grow even more tense. I stroked, and as Mistress Cecilia commanded, I reached the first edge, hissing that I was getting close. And I obeyed her command to stop, pulling my oily hands away.
“Wring it out,” she says to me, her voice sounding delightful in my ear. I twist the base of my cock to the left and my cock head to the right and then shifted directions, wringing the flesh in my hand out like squeezing the water from a washcloth. Back and forth my hands shifted directions, wringing out my horny cock.
After a moment I was told to stroke again, alternating between my two hands and squeezing the head as one hand left my cock. So I stroked my cock, sliding my hand up from the base and over the sensitive head, squeezing as my hand crested the tip. My right hand followed suit, rising up from the bottom to the top and squeezing the head at my hand passed over the top. This kept going until I felt the pressure rise and once again I felt the tense needy edge arrive and as before I was told to stop.
Lying on the bed I was told to fondle my balls with one hand and to stroke the head with the other. My right hand dropped down to squeeze and massage my balls as my left hand ran over the hard and swollen head of my cock. My left hand pumped the head of my cock and in no time I reached the third, deliciously frustrating edge and as before I was told to stop.
I was told to climb to my knees and I leapt upward and spun around in one quick motion. On my knees I was told to grab the Hitachi wand and to massage my cock and balls with it. I flipped the switch and with the vibrator buzzing loudly (could Mistress Cecilia hear it?) I ran it over my cock and balls; down the shaft, over the head, and back down again.
After a moment of this I was told to press it against my balls and to stroke again. I wedged the wand against my balls and the surface of the bed and stroked my cock. It slipped, fell over and I picked it up again and shifted around so that I could use the blanket to help hold it in place. I lodged it in place again and stroked my cock some more. I felt the pressure build and then as the edge arrived I heard the words that had been absent for more than a month, “come for me; come for me now.”
And I came; my semen flying free with the wand buzzing my balls. I came loudly, gasping out my release, my eyes shut, my toes curled up into tight fists. Another spurt flew and with it I fell to my side to lie, spent and weak on my bed. I wasn’t thinking but I know I thanked Mistress Cecilia for the gift she gave me. Lying there on my side and commented how I had just stained the carpet beneath me. I pictured some enterprising Crime Scene Investigators shining their black lights around my bedroom and finding that tell-tale sign of my happy, body-shaking release. I had a mess to clean up.
“I guess I felt like letting you,” Mistress Cecilia said to me and with it my eyes drifted shut again; those words shook me with the truthfulness of them. She felt like letting me come and it is Mistress Cecilia’s decision alone and I love that and I love how she knows it as well. I have relinquished control to Mistress Cecilia; thankfully she has with her grace, strength and warmth, accepted what I have so freely given. Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
I thanked her again. Gentlemen, if you are reading this and you do a cock control call with Mistress Cecilia, or really, any of the LDW ladies, and she lets you come; thank her! I can’t thank Mistress Cecilia enough for how she makes me feel. I savor her control; I savor her dominance; her wit, strength, wisdom, intelligence. She is an amazing woman and I am truly blessed to know her.
Finally, spend and growing tired, my counter reset, we said good bye. I lay there for another ten minutes just feeling my pulse race and my mouth a dry cavity.
Finally, it was time to clean up. I grabbed a wash cloth, wrung it out as I had my cock, and cleaned the wet spot from the floor. I made my way into the bathroom where I showered, the hot water making my spent body feel even more relaxed, more tired. I shaved my crotch again and finally climbed from the shower where I dried my body, dried the chastity cage and locked my cock away again. Tick, tock, the counter started fresh.
I made my way into the living room and snapped the picture and sent it to my amazing owner; once again Mistress Cecilia knows her cock is caged. And, with my cock locked up tight, I felt Mistress Cecilia with me. It is a joyous feeling! It was a spectacular call that left me feeling sated and calm, relaxed and tired, happy and content. And for all that positivity I cannot thank Mistress Cecilia enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Duality
Good morning Mistress Cecilia. I truly hope that you have a flawless day; that each moment is as good as possible and that every minute is as wonderful as you are. And good morning any and all visitors to my humble little piece of the internet. Welcome, I hope you enjoy your stay.
Today marks the thirty first day that has passed since I have last come. It is an amazingly large number and yet I am four days shy of tying my record. I can see that milestone approaching with the speed of a freight train. Will I pass my record and set a new one or will I come before that day arrives? Guess what? I have no idea and if you have read this blog you know I wouldn’t have that any other way. I love the unknown.
Yesterday evening as I was eating dinner I received a new assignment from Mistress Cecilia and I have to say it was at once one of the most difficult assignments I had done as well as one of the most fun and interesting that at the end of it I was still overwhelmed by the assignment as well as Mistress Cecilia’s creativity. Intrigued? Read on.
I read the assignment and as soon as I swallowed my last bite of dinner I climbed to my feet, snipped the lock holding my cock captive, and cleaned the cage, washing and drying the pieces before making my way, unfettered, into my bedroom. I draped a towel on the bed, set the olive oil and fake pussy on the floor and then dropped onto the towel on the bed. I grabbed the suction cup dildo and my anal lube from my nightstand where they have long ago taken up residence. Finally I slathered the fake cock and worked it into my ass, feeling my butt growing hot as I slowly grew accustomed to the monstrous invader. And as I lay there, I stroked my cock to full turgidity.
I made my way into the bathroom, dabbed water onto the suction cup and walked back into the bedroom. And then the difficult part started. I dropped to my knees, one hand holding the cock in my ass and the other reached behind me to grab my fake pussy. On my knees, my feet folded under the dresser I pressed the suction cup against the dresser. And then, lubing my cock and the blonde pussy that I positioned beneath me, I strained to reach those soft folds, but the dildo was too high up the wall. Shit. I pulled it free, bent forward with my head hitting the door of my room and as my elbow shifted outward, the dildo slipped from my ass to land against my calves. Shit again.
It was time to regroup. I stood up, my cock waning from the effort and stroked it again until it was once again standing proud. I worked the cock back into my ass and then walked, one hand holding the dildo inside my body, into the kitchen where I filled a small glass with water and carried it back with me into the bedroom. I dropped to my knees and this time mounted the fake pussy and then inched backwards, ever so slowly until the dildo nearly hit the dresser. Then, balanced on my knees, I used the water from the glass to moisten the suction cup and with my cock buried inside the soft flesh of the fake pussy I tugged on the dildo and stuck it to the wall. Perfect; I was sweating but I was mounted, the dildo half in and half out of my ass and my cock fully planted inside that faux sex.
Finally, I began to fuck myself. It took a few moments to get a rhythm. I pulled my cock from the fake pussy which drove my ass onto the dildo. If you can picture ladies push-ups; that was the motion I was making, my hips rocking on the cock and my hands staying stationary. Only my hips moved. I fucked my ass, and fucked that fake pussy and within a few, sweaty moments I reached the first edge of the evening. Breathing heavily, I stopped, my cock throbbing with need. I rested, my cock buried with the bulge of that fake pussy supporting my waist like a pillow.
When it was safe, I started again. And reached the edge a second time.
Finally, I fucked into the pussy, and pulled my ass off the dildo and then reversed the motion, slamming that huge dildo into my ass and pulling my cock teasingly along the tight grip of those pink pussy lips. In and out my cock pierced that fake pussy, out and in the dildo reamed my ass. Over and over, in and out I drove myself back to a third delicious, tantalizing, needy, edge. Breathing deep and trembling with need I stood up and stared at the fake cock pointing down at the fake pussy like a matched pair. It made me smile.
In the bathroom I took a shower to wash away the oil from my cock and the lube from my ass. Clean and fresh, but feeling the need in my tingling cock and the heat in my heavy balls, I carried my chastity cage into the living room where I once again locked my cock up tight, trapping my frustration inside that hard plastic. I snapped the lock in place without a second thought; I need to be chaste, I need to be locked up. With the lock in place I took a picture and sent it on; I am locked up tight and Mistress Cecilia knows it.
It was a difficult assignment to get started but once I got going, once I got moving, it felt great and was fun, frustration inducing and very exciting. Mistress Cecilia’s creativity was a bright shining beacon when she came up with this task for me. She never ceases to amaze me; she is a truly spectacular woman.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Today marks the thirty first day that has passed since I have last come. It is an amazingly large number and yet I am four days shy of tying my record. I can see that milestone approaching with the speed of a freight train. Will I pass my record and set a new one or will I come before that day arrives? Guess what? I have no idea and if you have read this blog you know I wouldn’t have that any other way. I love the unknown.
Yesterday evening as I was eating dinner I received a new assignment from Mistress Cecilia and I have to say it was at once one of the most difficult assignments I had done as well as one of the most fun and interesting that at the end of it I was still overwhelmed by the assignment as well as Mistress Cecilia’s creativity. Intrigued? Read on.
I read the assignment and as soon as I swallowed my last bite of dinner I climbed to my feet, snipped the lock holding my cock captive, and cleaned the cage, washing and drying the pieces before making my way, unfettered, into my bedroom. I draped a towel on the bed, set the olive oil and fake pussy on the floor and then dropped onto the towel on the bed. I grabbed the suction cup dildo and my anal lube from my nightstand where they have long ago taken up residence. Finally I slathered the fake cock and worked it into my ass, feeling my butt growing hot as I slowly grew accustomed to the monstrous invader. And as I lay there, I stroked my cock to full turgidity.
I made my way into the bathroom, dabbed water onto the suction cup and walked back into the bedroom. And then the difficult part started. I dropped to my knees, one hand holding the cock in my ass and the other reached behind me to grab my fake pussy. On my knees, my feet folded under the dresser I pressed the suction cup against the dresser. And then, lubing my cock and the blonde pussy that I positioned beneath me, I strained to reach those soft folds, but the dildo was too high up the wall. Shit. I pulled it free, bent forward with my head hitting the door of my room and as my elbow shifted outward, the dildo slipped from my ass to land against my calves. Shit again.
It was time to regroup. I stood up, my cock waning from the effort and stroked it again until it was once again standing proud. I worked the cock back into my ass and then walked, one hand holding the dildo inside my body, into the kitchen where I filled a small glass with water and carried it back with me into the bedroom. I dropped to my knees and this time mounted the fake pussy and then inched backwards, ever so slowly until the dildo nearly hit the dresser. Then, balanced on my knees, I used the water from the glass to moisten the suction cup and with my cock buried inside the soft flesh of the fake pussy I tugged on the dildo and stuck it to the wall. Perfect; I was sweating but I was mounted, the dildo half in and half out of my ass and my cock fully planted inside that faux sex.
Finally, I began to fuck myself. It took a few moments to get a rhythm. I pulled my cock from the fake pussy which drove my ass onto the dildo. If you can picture ladies push-ups; that was the motion I was making, my hips rocking on the cock and my hands staying stationary. Only my hips moved. I fucked my ass, and fucked that fake pussy and within a few, sweaty moments I reached the first edge of the evening. Breathing heavily, I stopped, my cock throbbing with need. I rested, my cock buried with the bulge of that fake pussy supporting my waist like a pillow.
When it was safe, I started again. And reached the edge a second time.
Finally, I fucked into the pussy, and pulled my ass off the dildo and then reversed the motion, slamming that huge dildo into my ass and pulling my cock teasingly along the tight grip of those pink pussy lips. In and out my cock pierced that fake pussy, out and in the dildo reamed my ass. Over and over, in and out I drove myself back to a third delicious, tantalizing, needy, edge. Breathing deep and trembling with need I stood up and stared at the fake cock pointing down at the fake pussy like a matched pair. It made me smile.
In the bathroom I took a shower to wash away the oil from my cock and the lube from my ass. Clean and fresh, but feeling the need in my tingling cock and the heat in my heavy balls, I carried my chastity cage into the living room where I once again locked my cock up tight, trapping my frustration inside that hard plastic. I snapped the lock in place without a second thought; I need to be chaste, I need to be locked up. With the lock in place I took a picture and sent it on; I am locked up tight and Mistress Cecilia knows it.
It was a difficult assignment to get started but once I got going, once I got moving, it felt great and was fun, frustration inducing and very exciting. Mistress Cecilia’s creativity was a bright shining beacon when she came up with this task for me. She never ceases to amaze me; she is a truly spectacular woman.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
More Joy
Good Morning Mistress Cecilia! I hope, with everything that I am, that you have a day every bit as wonderful as you are. I truly wish that each and every day that unfurls is better than the day before. And good morning one and all; welcome to today’s blog post. I hope you enjoy your stay.
It’s entirely too early, the sun is nowhere near making its first appearance on the day, and I am rushing out the door. As such, I will keep this post brief. Yeah, yeah, I’ve said that before.
Yesterday evening I received a new assignment from the stunningly sexy Mistress Cecilia and reading it I was grinning; I was to return to Femjoy and watch some more videos. Having gotten a taste of the site on Monday night I was anxious to return to it and watch some more of the short, erotic videos.
I made my way into the bathroom and freed my captive cock, dropping the pieces into the sink. Naked, my hand dropping without thought to my cock, I walked into the bedroom where I grabbed the olive oil and the Fleshlight. Carrying them into the living room, I set them down, draped a towel on my chair and sat at my desk. I fired up the site and downloaded a new video, my hand rubbing myself, making my cock stand proud.
The video started with the soft tones of gentle music and a very pretty brunette lying on a couch in her backyard. She smiled at the camera and threw her head back, her long brown hair trailing on the concrete ground. Her breasts were soft and I could imagine the feel of them. And as I watched, I lubed my cock, pouring the cold oil over my hot flesh. I spilled some oil into the mouth of the Fleshlight and mounted the soft tube. Up and down my hand moved, driving the Fleshlight against my needy cock. She was young and attractive and twice during the video I brought myself to the brink of completion only to pull the Fleshlight away and sat there, cock bouncing waiting for the edge to wane.
I downloaded another two videos, and played the first. A lovely blonde wearing a red drape smiled as her fingers trailed along a piano. My hand pumped the Fleshlight. As she stripped, I edged. I could feel my balls tighten up as the edge hovered just under the surface. I stood up, exhaled, and marched into the kitchen and back. Sitting again, the video kept playing, the instrumental music playing softly. Still I teased my cock, reaching the edge twice more before the video ended. I watched, pumping the Fleshlight as she sat at a piano; I watched, as she played with that see-through crimson drape and I edged. Three times during this second video, I edged my horny body, driving my frustration ever higher.
I started another video, the last of the night, and watched with my hand stroking pumping that soft, fleshy toy as an attractive blonde with short hair and cute breasts peeled an orange. It was an erotic video; she was smiling, soft music was playing and she sat there, legs spread carving an orange with a knife and before she took the first bite, juices spilling from her mouth and down her chest, I edged again. My body was tense, my stomach felt tight and my balls were practically nonexistent, having pulled tightly into my body as if they were begging for the release that they had to know was not to be had.
With six tense edges behind me I climbed to my feet, the video on the screen forgotten. I could still hear the soft music as I walked into the bathroom, my cock leading me with the intensity of a lighthouse lamp. I climbed into the shower and took a long shower, feeling the tension in my balls and feeling my cock tingle. I stood under the steaming water, washing the oil away and waited, feeling not only the tension in my balls but feeling the tension in my stomach; I found it hard to swallow so deep was my need. And with it, I felt Mistress Cecilia and it was a joy.
I climbed from the shower and dried both my body and the chastity cage. I donned the chastity device and snapped a new lock in place, smiling in supplication as the lock clicked shut. It had the sound and the feel of submission and the rush is almost always overwhelming. In the living room I snapped a picture and sent it to Mistress Cecilia; she knows her cock is caged.
It was a fun assignment; they all are. Adding the visual stimulus to my assignment was a nice, added bonus. I enjoy the visuals dancing on the screen before me as I stroke my cock. They videos from the site are soft and erotic and definitely arousing. I couldn’t help but smile as I sat there, feeling needy, feeling horny and feeling owned; feeling Mistress Cecilia with me. It is a joyous feeling; one I cherish.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
It’s entirely too early, the sun is nowhere near making its first appearance on the day, and I am rushing out the door. As such, I will keep this post brief. Yeah, yeah, I’ve said that before.
Yesterday evening I received a new assignment from the stunningly sexy Mistress Cecilia and reading it I was grinning; I was to return to Femjoy and watch some more videos. Having gotten a taste of the site on Monday night I was anxious to return to it and watch some more of the short, erotic videos.
I made my way into the bathroom and freed my captive cock, dropping the pieces into the sink. Naked, my hand dropping without thought to my cock, I walked into the bedroom where I grabbed the olive oil and the Fleshlight. Carrying them into the living room, I set them down, draped a towel on my chair and sat at my desk. I fired up the site and downloaded a new video, my hand rubbing myself, making my cock stand proud.
The video started with the soft tones of gentle music and a very pretty brunette lying on a couch in her backyard. She smiled at the camera and threw her head back, her long brown hair trailing on the concrete ground. Her breasts were soft and I could imagine the feel of them. And as I watched, I lubed my cock, pouring the cold oil over my hot flesh. I spilled some oil into the mouth of the Fleshlight and mounted the soft tube. Up and down my hand moved, driving the Fleshlight against my needy cock. She was young and attractive and twice during the video I brought myself to the brink of completion only to pull the Fleshlight away and sat there, cock bouncing waiting for the edge to wane.
I downloaded another two videos, and played the first. A lovely blonde wearing a red drape smiled as her fingers trailed along a piano. My hand pumped the Fleshlight. As she stripped, I edged. I could feel my balls tighten up as the edge hovered just under the surface. I stood up, exhaled, and marched into the kitchen and back. Sitting again, the video kept playing, the instrumental music playing softly. Still I teased my cock, reaching the edge twice more before the video ended. I watched, pumping the Fleshlight as she sat at a piano; I watched, as she played with that see-through crimson drape and I edged. Three times during this second video, I edged my horny body, driving my frustration ever higher.
I started another video, the last of the night, and watched with my hand stroking pumping that soft, fleshy toy as an attractive blonde with short hair and cute breasts peeled an orange. It was an erotic video; she was smiling, soft music was playing and she sat there, legs spread carving an orange with a knife and before she took the first bite, juices spilling from her mouth and down her chest, I edged again. My body was tense, my stomach felt tight and my balls were practically nonexistent, having pulled tightly into my body as if they were begging for the release that they had to know was not to be had.
With six tense edges behind me I climbed to my feet, the video on the screen forgotten. I could still hear the soft music as I walked into the bathroom, my cock leading me with the intensity of a lighthouse lamp. I climbed into the shower and took a long shower, feeling the tension in my balls and feeling my cock tingle. I stood under the steaming water, washing the oil away and waited, feeling not only the tension in my balls but feeling the tension in my stomach; I found it hard to swallow so deep was my need. And with it, I felt Mistress Cecilia and it was a joy.
I climbed from the shower and dried both my body and the chastity cage. I donned the chastity device and snapped a new lock in place, smiling in supplication as the lock clicked shut. It had the sound and the feel of submission and the rush is almost always overwhelming. In the living room I snapped a picture and sent it to Mistress Cecilia; she knows her cock is caged.
It was a fun assignment; they all are. Adding the visual stimulus to my assignment was a nice, added bonus. I enjoy the visuals dancing on the screen before me as I stroke my cock. They videos from the site are soft and erotic and definitely arousing. I couldn’t help but smile as I sat there, feeling needy, feeling horny and feeling owned; feeling Mistress Cecilia with me. It is a joyous feeling; one I cherish.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Femjoy
Good morning Mistress Cecilia! With luck this day will be every bit as beautiful as you are. I hope that your day is calm and stress free, fun and relaxing. Who am I kidding; I want every day for you to go as smoothly as possible. Also, good morning one and all; welcome. I hope you enjoy your stay.
Yesterday evening Mistress Cecilia sent me a fantastic assignment. As you may have read before, the blog post on the 16th entitled Porn, I was to look for a porn site that I would join and with it I would use pictures and videos to help fuel my lust and drive my frustration. Well, I had sent a list to Mistress Cecilia and part of yesterday’s assignment she chose the site Femjoy at www.femjoy.com/index.php So, at the onset of the assignment I logged in, joined the site and began browsing the huge collection of videos and photos on the site.
As I had reasoned while looking around for a site to join, the videos I watched were very artistic. Lovely young ladies, dancing and cavorting naked while classy music or slow music or melodic music or even, during one video fast music, accompanied them. I downloaded one video and started to watch it while downloading another. Sitting at my computer, a naked young lady dancing with soft music serenading me, I stroked my cock. And before the video ended I reached the edge, paused, started again, and reached the edge a second time.
I started to download two more videos as I watched the second one I downloaded. This time the music was a little faster and instrumental. A lovely, large breasted blonde lady posed and smiled, grinned and looked into the camera; looked at me. I stroked to her naked form. It was like watching a photo shoot; that was what it seemed like, that each video was a photo shoot and I enjoyed it immensely. During the second video I stroked my cock, sitting at my desk. Reaching the edge, I climbed to my feet, walked into the kitchen and back again. I sat back down and stroked my cock back to the edge again just as the second video ended.
I started a third video; this time the music was very slow. One time I went to a massage parlor for a deep tissue massage and while lying on the table soft music and the cawing of seagulls rang out; the music during this third video reminded me of that day. I watched as a pretty brunette posed and cavorted before the camera, smiling as she lay on a table, her naked body taunting me, her eyes shining. I stroked my cock and reached the fifth edge. My balls were tight, pulled up into my body. My cock was tingling and my pulse was pounding in my chest. I pulled my hand away and once again climbed to my feet. I stood, breathing heavily, my eyes watching as the young, naked woman spread her shapely legs.
I sat down, my cock pointing skyward, and began browsing photos, bypassing the videos. I stroked my cock, my hand pumping up and down as I stared at a picture. I would stroke, staring at a soft breast, or a tight ass or a shining smile, and after a few seconds I would reach up, change the picture and stroke anew. Up and down I stroked driving myself to the brink of release and backing off three more times. I looked at blondes, brunettes and redheads; of women outside and inside; at smiles and grins; at breasts and butts, pussies and necks. There were some lovely necks. Mistress Cecilia has a lovely neck.
With the eight intense edges behind me I climbed to my feet. My mouth was dry and my pulse was racing, my heart throbbing in my chest. I made my way into the bathroom where I took a shower, the water raining down teasing my cock as it slowly deflated. I shaved again, scraping away the tiny bit of stubble that had sprouted over the last few days. I shut off the water and dried my body feeling my cock tingling with need. I dried the cage, pulling each piece from the sink and then locked my cock away again.
In the living room I sent the picture on as well as a nice thank you for the fun assignment. And it was fun; they all are. Sitting there, I could feel my cock inside its prison begging for some more attention and I could feel my balls burning with need. And it felt, sitting there, as if Mistress Cecilia was sitting in the room with me; I could feel her presence, I could feel her firm grip upon my cock. I could feel her. And that is a powerful thing.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Yesterday evening Mistress Cecilia sent me a fantastic assignment. As you may have read before, the blog post on the 16th entitled Porn, I was to look for a porn site that I would join and with it I would use pictures and videos to help fuel my lust and drive my frustration. Well, I had sent a list to Mistress Cecilia and part of yesterday’s assignment she chose the site Femjoy at www.femjoy.com/index.php So, at the onset of the assignment I logged in, joined the site and began browsing the huge collection of videos and photos on the site.
As I had reasoned while looking around for a site to join, the videos I watched were very artistic. Lovely young ladies, dancing and cavorting naked while classy music or slow music or melodic music or even, during one video fast music, accompanied them. I downloaded one video and started to watch it while downloading another. Sitting at my computer, a naked young lady dancing with soft music serenading me, I stroked my cock. And before the video ended I reached the edge, paused, started again, and reached the edge a second time.
I started to download two more videos as I watched the second one I downloaded. This time the music was a little faster and instrumental. A lovely, large breasted blonde lady posed and smiled, grinned and looked into the camera; looked at me. I stroked to her naked form. It was like watching a photo shoot; that was what it seemed like, that each video was a photo shoot and I enjoyed it immensely. During the second video I stroked my cock, sitting at my desk. Reaching the edge, I climbed to my feet, walked into the kitchen and back again. I sat back down and stroked my cock back to the edge again just as the second video ended.
I started a third video; this time the music was very slow. One time I went to a massage parlor for a deep tissue massage and while lying on the table soft music and the cawing of seagulls rang out; the music during this third video reminded me of that day. I watched as a pretty brunette posed and cavorted before the camera, smiling as she lay on a table, her naked body taunting me, her eyes shining. I stroked my cock and reached the fifth edge. My balls were tight, pulled up into my body. My cock was tingling and my pulse was pounding in my chest. I pulled my hand away and once again climbed to my feet. I stood, breathing heavily, my eyes watching as the young, naked woman spread her shapely legs.
I sat down, my cock pointing skyward, and began browsing photos, bypassing the videos. I stroked my cock, my hand pumping up and down as I stared at a picture. I would stroke, staring at a soft breast, or a tight ass or a shining smile, and after a few seconds I would reach up, change the picture and stroke anew. Up and down I stroked driving myself to the brink of release and backing off three more times. I looked at blondes, brunettes and redheads; of women outside and inside; at smiles and grins; at breasts and butts, pussies and necks. There were some lovely necks. Mistress Cecilia has a lovely neck.
With the eight intense edges behind me I climbed to my feet. My mouth was dry and my pulse was racing, my heart throbbing in my chest. I made my way into the bathroom where I took a shower, the water raining down teasing my cock as it slowly deflated. I shaved again, scraping away the tiny bit of stubble that had sprouted over the last few days. I shut off the water and dried my body feeling my cock tingling with need. I dried the cage, pulling each piece from the sink and then locked my cock away again.
In the living room I sent the picture on as well as a nice thank you for the fun assignment. And it was fun; they all are. Sitting there, I could feel my cock inside its prison begging for some more attention and I could feel my balls burning with need. And it felt, sitting there, as if Mistress Cecilia was sitting in the room with me; I could feel her presence, I could feel her firm grip upon my cock. I could feel her. And that is a powerful thing.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Monday, April 21, 2008
180
Happy Monday ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my happy little blog. I hope that each visitor here has a great stay. Much more importantly, good morning to you, Mistress Cecilia! I hope that today unfolds into a day of pure bliss, stress free and fun.
Yesterday I was blessed with a new phone call with the stunningly beautiful Mistress Cecilia. As I blogged about yesterday, each call is a foray into the unknown, exciting and each call is fun. Last night’s call was no different; it was fun and exciting and when it was done I was smiling happily. Beaming. I have no idea how many people that read this blog have never done a call with Mistress Cecilia; she does not need me to advertise for her but if you have not done a call with this amazing woman, well, then, you are surely missing out.
I dialed those magic numbers and as directed I unlocked my caged cock, dropping the pieces into the sink that I had filled with water while dialing the phone. Naked, my hand dropping to my cock without thinking, I made my way to my bedroom where I dropped on to my bed. For a few minutes Mistress Cecilia and I chatted before she told me to grab my new pussy and the Hitachi magic wand. I did as commanded, flipping the switch on the new vibrator. I held it against my cock and grew hard almost immediately.
On my knees, I lubed my cock with olive oil and poured a bit of the cold oil into mouth of that fake pussy with the dolly hair. I pulled the thighs apart of that fake pussy and slipped my cock inside. Then, flipping on the Hitachi wand I brought it between my thighs and held it against my full balls. I began to fuck that pussy, my hips rising and falling, the vibrator taunting my balls and thighs and balls again. Out and in that toy gripped my needy cock and after a few moments I reached the first edge. I stopped and pulled the vibrating wand away, my cock buried inside that plastic pussy.
A moment later I was instructed to start anew and as before I fucked the pussy, my cock piercing that soft flesh as my knees dug into the bed and my chest lay upon a soft pillow. The Hitachi wand massaged my balls and a moment later I could feel my cock tense up inside the fake pussy as the edge arrived again. I hitched out a needy gasp and whimpered that I was getting close to coming and I was told to stop.
On my back, now with the Fleshlight lubed and in my hand, I stroked my cock with that teasing toy, once again the Hitachi wand buzzing against my balls. In moments the edge arrived and I was commanded to stop. A moment later I was told to start again, this time I was to twist the Fleshlight 180 degrees, rotating it around my cock as I stroked. It took a moment to get the motion down; but I did. I stroked my cock with the Fleshlight, my hand rotating to the left with each up stroke and resetting to the right with each down stroke. UP and down I stroked and twisted and in no time I reached the edge again, my toes splaying wide and my heart pounding in my chest.
Next, setting the Fleshlight aside, I turned on the vibrator and held it against the swollen head of my cock. I held it on the split V at the tip; I ran it along my shaft and finally settled it on the bottom of my cock. It buzzed and raced and I could feel the pressure rising as the edge approached again. I commented on how the Hitachi wand turned out to be a good toy and that, without a doubt, it could make a man come without his hand ever touching his dick. I felt the edge hover, my body tense and as commanded I pulled the wand away from my needy body.
And with the fifth edge done I was told that it was enough. I climbed to my feet and made my way into the bathroom, all the while chatting happily with Mistress Cecilia. I am always amazed at how intelligent she is and how funny and how utterly amazing; she is a true pleasure to speak with. In the bathroom I dried the chastity cage and as we said good-bye, another fun call finished, I locked my cock away, snapping a new plastic lock in place.
In the living room I took the picture of my caged cock, the number clearly visible and sent it on. I could feel the heat radiating from my heavy balls; I could feel my cock tingling inside its plastic prison. And, I could feel the presence of Mistress Cecilia most of all; her hand on my cock, her will with me, her strength every present. And it is a glorious feeling. How could I not thank her for that?
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Yesterday I was blessed with a new phone call with the stunningly beautiful Mistress Cecilia. As I blogged about yesterday, each call is a foray into the unknown, exciting and each call is fun. Last night’s call was no different; it was fun and exciting and when it was done I was smiling happily. Beaming. I have no idea how many people that read this blog have never done a call with Mistress Cecilia; she does not need me to advertise for her but if you have not done a call with this amazing woman, well, then, you are surely missing out.
I dialed those magic numbers and as directed I unlocked my caged cock, dropping the pieces into the sink that I had filled with water while dialing the phone. Naked, my hand dropping to my cock without thinking, I made my way to my bedroom where I dropped on to my bed. For a few minutes Mistress Cecilia and I chatted before she told me to grab my new pussy and the Hitachi magic wand. I did as commanded, flipping the switch on the new vibrator. I held it against my cock and grew hard almost immediately.
On my knees, I lubed my cock with olive oil and poured a bit of the cold oil into mouth of that fake pussy with the dolly hair. I pulled the thighs apart of that fake pussy and slipped my cock inside. Then, flipping on the Hitachi wand I brought it between my thighs and held it against my full balls. I began to fuck that pussy, my hips rising and falling, the vibrator taunting my balls and thighs and balls again. Out and in that toy gripped my needy cock and after a few moments I reached the first edge. I stopped and pulled the vibrating wand away, my cock buried inside that plastic pussy.
A moment later I was instructed to start anew and as before I fucked the pussy, my cock piercing that soft flesh as my knees dug into the bed and my chest lay upon a soft pillow. The Hitachi wand massaged my balls and a moment later I could feel my cock tense up inside the fake pussy as the edge arrived again. I hitched out a needy gasp and whimpered that I was getting close to coming and I was told to stop.
On my back, now with the Fleshlight lubed and in my hand, I stroked my cock with that teasing toy, once again the Hitachi wand buzzing against my balls. In moments the edge arrived and I was commanded to stop. A moment later I was told to start again, this time I was to twist the Fleshlight 180 degrees, rotating it around my cock as I stroked. It took a moment to get the motion down; but I did. I stroked my cock with the Fleshlight, my hand rotating to the left with each up stroke and resetting to the right with each down stroke. UP and down I stroked and twisted and in no time I reached the edge again, my toes splaying wide and my heart pounding in my chest.
Next, setting the Fleshlight aside, I turned on the vibrator and held it against the swollen head of my cock. I held it on the split V at the tip; I ran it along my shaft and finally settled it on the bottom of my cock. It buzzed and raced and I could feel the pressure rising as the edge approached again. I commented on how the Hitachi wand turned out to be a good toy and that, without a doubt, it could make a man come without his hand ever touching his dick. I felt the edge hover, my body tense and as commanded I pulled the wand away from my needy body.
And with the fifth edge done I was told that it was enough. I climbed to my feet and made my way into the bathroom, all the while chatting happily with Mistress Cecilia. I am always amazed at how intelligent she is and how funny and how utterly amazing; she is a true pleasure to speak with. In the bathroom I dried the chastity cage and as we said good-bye, another fun call finished, I locked my cock away, snapping a new plastic lock in place.
In the living room I took the picture of my caged cock, the number clearly visible and sent it on. I could feel the heat radiating from my heavy balls; I could feel my cock tingling inside its plastic prison. And, I could feel the presence of Mistress Cecilia most of all; her hand on my cock, her will with me, her strength every present. And it is a glorious feeling. How could I not thank her for that?
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Unknown
Good morning, Mistress Cecilia. I hope that your weekend is going as well as possible; I truly wish nothing but the very best for you each and every day. And good morning one and all; welcome. I hope you enjoy your stay.
This Sunday morning marks the twenty-seventh day that has passed since I have last come; tomorrow will be four weeks and next Sunday will tie my record. Assuming, of course, that is Mistress Cecilia’s will. She could allow me to come today; or she could allow me to come this week or maybe I’ll meekly set a new record or shatter my old one. The great thing is that I don’t know and I love not knowing; there is excitement in the unknown. Sometimes I think that if I were born centuries ago I’d want to be an explorer where I could search for the unknown daily.
And that is what I wanted to talk about briefly today. I had a hard time falling asleep last night and was up way to early this morning and as such I will keep today's ramblings brief. New horizons; the unknown. I look over at the toys in my toy drawer and I’m amazed at how much they have grown, at how many toys I actually own. I look at them and grin as the memories of buying them and using them and shopping for them. I think back to the time I spent with Mistress Cecilia shopping for the toys that I now use. My toy collection, much like my strength and spirit, has grown.
Some of the toys have been a bust; the inflating cock sleeve comes to mind, but until I tried it out how would I have known? Exploring, don’t you see? Some toys have proven to be fantastic, the Fleshlight I think serves as a much better masturbation toy than my own hand; science trumps God in that case. I look at the toys like the iVibe and would have never thought of trying it if Mistress Cecilia hadn’t directed me to look for something that was exciting and original. With those words I got to be an explorer.
New horizons; trying new things. I like that, it is exciting; it’s facing the unknown and stepping into it with both an open mind and open eyes. Every call with Mistress Cecilia is like a trip to the unknown where I have no idea when the call starts where it will wind up; every assignment is a joy and a chance to experience something new. Each interaction with Mistress Cecilia is an opportunity to savor something new and therefore something exciting. With the unknown unfolding like a ribbon of highway unfolding to points unknown; it’s a joy, a pleasure.
I love the unknown. I am reminded of the first time I jumped out of an airplane. Flying at 12,500 feet, a parachute strapped to your back and the door opens and the cold wind whistles loudly into the small cavity of the plane; that first leap is one of faith and fear and excitement and it was a huge jump into the unknown. Even the second time I went there was that nervous fear of the unknown even with the memory of the first experience dancing in my mind. I believe in the old adage of trying new things once. And the good things twice.
As time progresses I can only imagine what new, exciting things I will experience under the joyous guidance of Mistress Cecilia. And it’s not just the toys that I am finding to be a wondrous thing. I am far happier now, serving as best I can, than I can recall ever being. New horizons, new experiences, have opened up my own happiness. As time marches on isn’t it reasonable to expect that happiness will march forward with it and expand as well? I believe so.
I have been thinking a lot about my submission and I have a few blog posts coming soon about it, so look for those. I have been thinking about my ex wife and the things I would do that could be construed, looking back, as submissive. I am not looking to go back; not at all, but I am thinking about how I have grown and how I my submissiveness was evident even then even if it was something not pointed out. Anyway, that’s forthcoming; it’s just something that’s been on my mind lately.
New horizons. The unknown. What is coming? I have no idea and I don’t want to know. I expect that no matter what it isn’t the destination that makes for a joyous vacation; it is the trip along the way. Look at a novel, a story unfolding for hundreds of pages; you get to the end, the story done and you look back and think, that was a great book not that was a great last page. It is the journey that is a joy; and each page is a trip into the unknown and therefore exciting. It’s a page-turner not an end-of-the-book-turner, right?
The unknown is exciting. No matter where Mistress Cecilia leads me, I am sure it will be a joy. And for that, I can only thank her.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
This Sunday morning marks the twenty-seventh day that has passed since I have last come; tomorrow will be four weeks and next Sunday will tie my record. Assuming, of course, that is Mistress Cecilia’s will. She could allow me to come today; or she could allow me to come this week or maybe I’ll meekly set a new record or shatter my old one. The great thing is that I don’t know and I love not knowing; there is excitement in the unknown. Sometimes I think that if I were born centuries ago I’d want to be an explorer where I could search for the unknown daily.
And that is what I wanted to talk about briefly today. I had a hard time falling asleep last night and was up way to early this morning and as such I will keep today's ramblings brief. New horizons; the unknown. I look over at the toys in my toy drawer and I’m amazed at how much they have grown, at how many toys I actually own. I look at them and grin as the memories of buying them and using them and shopping for them. I think back to the time I spent with Mistress Cecilia shopping for the toys that I now use. My toy collection, much like my strength and spirit, has grown.
Some of the toys have been a bust; the inflating cock sleeve comes to mind, but until I tried it out how would I have known? Exploring, don’t you see? Some toys have proven to be fantastic, the Fleshlight I think serves as a much better masturbation toy than my own hand; science trumps God in that case. I look at the toys like the iVibe and would have never thought of trying it if Mistress Cecilia hadn’t directed me to look for something that was exciting and original. With those words I got to be an explorer.
New horizons; trying new things. I like that, it is exciting; it’s facing the unknown and stepping into it with both an open mind and open eyes. Every call with Mistress Cecilia is like a trip to the unknown where I have no idea when the call starts where it will wind up; every assignment is a joy and a chance to experience something new. Each interaction with Mistress Cecilia is an opportunity to savor something new and therefore something exciting. With the unknown unfolding like a ribbon of highway unfolding to points unknown; it’s a joy, a pleasure.
I love the unknown. I am reminded of the first time I jumped out of an airplane. Flying at 12,500 feet, a parachute strapped to your back and the door opens and the cold wind whistles loudly into the small cavity of the plane; that first leap is one of faith and fear and excitement and it was a huge jump into the unknown. Even the second time I went there was that nervous fear of the unknown even with the memory of the first experience dancing in my mind. I believe in the old adage of trying new things once. And the good things twice.
As time progresses I can only imagine what new, exciting things I will experience under the joyous guidance of Mistress Cecilia. And it’s not just the toys that I am finding to be a wondrous thing. I am far happier now, serving as best I can, than I can recall ever being. New horizons, new experiences, have opened up my own happiness. As time marches on isn’t it reasonable to expect that happiness will march forward with it and expand as well? I believe so.
I have been thinking a lot about my submission and I have a few blog posts coming soon about it, so look for those. I have been thinking about my ex wife and the things I would do that could be construed, looking back, as submissive. I am not looking to go back; not at all, but I am thinking about how I have grown and how I my submissiveness was evident even then even if it was something not pointed out. Anyway, that’s forthcoming; it’s just something that’s been on my mind lately.
New horizons. The unknown. What is coming? I have no idea and I don’t want to know. I expect that no matter what it isn’t the destination that makes for a joyous vacation; it is the trip along the way. Look at a novel, a story unfolding for hundreds of pages; you get to the end, the story done and you look back and think, that was a great book not that was a great last page. It is the journey that is a joy; and each page is a trip into the unknown and therefore exciting. It’s a page-turner not an end-of-the-book-turner, right?
The unknown is exciting. No matter where Mistress Cecilia leads me, I am sure it will be a joy. And for that, I can only thank her.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Links
Links
Good morning Mistress Cecilia! I hope that you have a great, relaxing and joyous day. I truly wish nothing but the absolute best for you each and every day. And good morning one and all. Welcome to today’s episode; I hope you enjoy your stay.
First off, I want to remind each of you that tonight Mistress Cecilia and Miz Ava will be live on Talk Shoe for their weekly radio broadcast. If you have not checked it out then you are doing yourself a major disservice. It is a great, fun, exciting and entertaining radio program. And I don’t think a week has passed where Mistress Cecilia hasn’t laughed; it is a joyous sound, but you all know how much I like it. So, tonight at ten eastern be sure to pop into Talk Shoe at: www.talkshoe.com/tc/11924 You’ll be glad you did.
Yesterday afternoon Mistress Cecilia sent a new assignment to me and as I always do, I hastened to obey. I stripped off my clothes, doffed my chastity belt and made my way into the bedroom with a towel in hand. I draped it over the bed and dropped down onto my back. I rubbed my cock, bringing myself to full turgidity before picking up the Fleshlight and the olive oil. I coated my cock with the cold oil, watching the fluid spill slowly over my shaft. I poured a bit of oil into the fleshy mouth of the Fleshlight and slipped it onto my cock with a hitching gasp; just that sensation felt great.
My hand began to pump, the Fleshlight strumming with that hitching sounds as I stroked my cock, fueling my ardor and driving my desperation higher and higher. My hand moved the Fleshlight; the Fleshlight gripped my cock and the oil made it slip easily and after a few short minutes I felt the first edge arrive. I pulled the toy off my cock and lay there, breathing heavily and waited for the tense, needy edge to dwindle to just a dull ache.
Four more times I brought myself back to the edge, my hand pumping and the Fleshlight singing as it made its hitching noise along my hard cock. Up and down I pumped, driving myself back to the edge only to pull the toy away and start anew. Five times total I edged my cock; five times total I denied myself my release; Mistress Cecilia denied my release. I felt them all; I enjoyed them all.
With the five edges done I climbed out of bed, took a shower, shaved my crotch, and after drying both my naked body and the chastity cage, I locked my cock away again. I made my way into the living room and snapped a picture of the new lock, the number on the plastic lock as visible as the date stamp of my local paper. I sent the picture to Mistress Cecilia, and in that email I sent the links from those porn sites I had blogged about the other day so that she could easily decide what site would serve me, or perhaps frustrate me, best. I sent the email, another assignment complete. I could feel my frustration sitting heavily in my stomach and pushing on my belly button seemed to help.
It was a fun assignment; the entire time I was teasing myself my mind was on Mistress Cecilia and I felt her ownership of me. I could feel my cock tingle; I could feel my balls swell and ache as they bulged fully around the cage that held my cock captive. I could feel Mistress Cecilia. And for that, I cannot thank her enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Good morning Mistress Cecilia! I hope that you have a great, relaxing and joyous day. I truly wish nothing but the absolute best for you each and every day. And good morning one and all. Welcome to today’s episode; I hope you enjoy your stay.
First off, I want to remind each of you that tonight Mistress Cecilia and Miz Ava will be live on Talk Shoe for their weekly radio broadcast. If you have not checked it out then you are doing yourself a major disservice. It is a great, fun, exciting and entertaining radio program. And I don’t think a week has passed where Mistress Cecilia hasn’t laughed; it is a joyous sound, but you all know how much I like it. So, tonight at ten eastern be sure to pop into Talk Shoe at: www.talkshoe.com/tc/11924 You’ll be glad you did.
Yesterday afternoon Mistress Cecilia sent a new assignment to me and as I always do, I hastened to obey. I stripped off my clothes, doffed my chastity belt and made my way into the bedroom with a towel in hand. I draped it over the bed and dropped down onto my back. I rubbed my cock, bringing myself to full turgidity before picking up the Fleshlight and the olive oil. I coated my cock with the cold oil, watching the fluid spill slowly over my shaft. I poured a bit of oil into the fleshy mouth of the Fleshlight and slipped it onto my cock with a hitching gasp; just that sensation felt great.
My hand began to pump, the Fleshlight strumming with that hitching sounds as I stroked my cock, fueling my ardor and driving my desperation higher and higher. My hand moved the Fleshlight; the Fleshlight gripped my cock and the oil made it slip easily and after a few short minutes I felt the first edge arrive. I pulled the toy off my cock and lay there, breathing heavily and waited for the tense, needy edge to dwindle to just a dull ache.
Four more times I brought myself back to the edge, my hand pumping and the Fleshlight singing as it made its hitching noise along my hard cock. Up and down I pumped, driving myself back to the edge only to pull the toy away and start anew. Five times total I edged my cock; five times total I denied myself my release; Mistress Cecilia denied my release. I felt them all; I enjoyed them all.
With the five edges done I climbed out of bed, took a shower, shaved my crotch, and after drying both my naked body and the chastity cage, I locked my cock away again. I made my way into the living room and snapped a picture of the new lock, the number on the plastic lock as visible as the date stamp of my local paper. I sent the picture to Mistress Cecilia, and in that email I sent the links from those porn sites I had blogged about the other day so that she could easily decide what site would serve me, or perhaps frustrate me, best. I sent the email, another assignment complete. I could feel my frustration sitting heavily in my stomach and pushing on my belly button seemed to help.
It was a fun assignment; the entire time I was teasing myself my mind was on Mistress Cecilia and I felt her ownership of me. I could feel my cock tingle; I could feel my balls swell and ache as they bulged fully around the cage that held my cock captive. I could feel Mistress Cecilia. And for that, I cannot thank her enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Friday, April 18, 2008
Pogo
Good morning Mistress Cecilia. I hope that today turns out to be a thing of beauty; that the stresses of the world are minimal and that your day is as wonderful as possible. I truly want nothing but the very best for you. And good morning one and all; welcome. I hope you enjoy both your stay and your day.
Today marks twenty-five days that have elapsed since I have last come and yesterday evening, following a glorious assignment from Mistress Cecilia I could feel each and every one of them. It felt like little spikes of electricity was dancing along the head of my cock and my stomach felt tight; my frustration sitting heavily in my crotch. And as I sat there, taking it in, I shut my eyes, took a few shallow breaths and relaxed with thoughts of Mistress Cecilia. I can feel her with me; can feel my submission to her and I cherish it.
Late last night, long after the sun had seat and people not in my time zone had gone to bed, I returned from work. I read the assignment again and then gathered up what I would need. I draped a towel on the bed and grabbed my new fake pussy. I set it on the towel and then made my way to the bathroom where I freed my captive cock, dropping the pieces of my chastity device in the sink. I stroked my cock, rubbing myself erect as I stared at the pussy staring up at me. It had baby doll hair; I could almost hear Chatty Cathy squawking with her mechanical voice. It looked vaguely real, pink lips and puffy folds topped with a small tuft of hair but as I tugged the lips apart I could see the jagged internals; it was a tad frightening. How would it feel?
I lubed my erection and poured some olive oil onto that vertical split. I pulled the thighs apart watching that false sex open like a heart valve. Holding it open and kneeling on the bed, I pierced the opening and for the first time ever I slipped my cock into that new, fake pussy. It was tight; much tighter than the Fleshlight but it only gripped a small sliver of my cock. The Fleshlight grips my whole erection, this was more like sliding a cock ring down my shaft and only the half inch flesh gripped my cock. I pushed inward, my ass pumping down and impaled my cock fully into the pussy.
And I pulled out; it was like squeezing a tube of toothpaste; squeeze tube from bottom and flatten as you go up. And thrust in. It took me a good couple of minutes to find a comfortable position. Unlike having a real woman; there was no mass, no weight and the tight grip moved and shifted the toy under me. I fucked it and found a good rhythm; my hips bouncing like a pogo stick. Up and down I thrust my cock into that fake pussy and finally, my body humming, I reached the first edge. I stopped, my cock buried inside the very tight toy; the fake lips pinching the base of my cock.
Twice more while kneeling on the bed with my elbows flat I fucked that toy to the edge, the second two coming much faster than the first one. After the third edge I backed off the bed and stood erect, pulling the pussy with me. I pumped my cock into the tight gash again, this time rocking my hips forward while standing, my thighs pressed against the mattress. Twice more I brought myself to the edge of completion only to stop moving and hold still and wait for the edge to pass. My body felt tense, my balls were pulled up tight.
With the five edges behind me I pulled my cock free and set the pussy aside. I dropped onto the bed and grabbed the suction cup dildo and the lube. I coated the cock with the lube and worked it into my ass. I lay on my back, my legs splayed and my knees folded and buried that dildo fully into my behind. I worked it out, and thrust it back in. Out and in I fucked my ass; out and in, Mistress Cecilia fucked me. For fifteen minutes I drove the dildo into my body only to slide it back out again. My ass grew hot and my cock bounced and pulsed and leaked thin and clear lines of need.
Finally, my fucking done, I climbed to my feet and made my way into the bathroom where I took a nice, hot shower. For a good ten minutes I stood under the falling stream of heated water and waited, my cock tingling the feeling that I had to pee keeping me immobile. It is a feeling I associate with my frustration; it seems to follow edging. I think it’s my body trying to absorb the semen that didn’t fly. I stood there and finally was able to pee.
After my shower, I climbed from the tub, dried my body and dried my chastity cage. And then, I locked my cock away. I shivered in delight as the lock snicked shut; I felt Mistress Cecilia taking possession of her cock. I made my way into the living room, snapped a picture and sent it on, another fun and glorious assignment complete. And it was fun.
I liked the new toy; it allows for another way to tease myself. It’s not as good as the Fleshlight but it is strange and interesting and as the old saying goes: variety is the spice of life. I look forward to using it again; there is still the anal opening in it and it came with a vibrating egg that will tuck into a small nook in the base of the fake pussy. How will those feel? Only time will tell.
At the end, it was a fun assignment and with it I could feel my cock tingling with need. And with that, I could feel Mistress Cecilia. And that is a wonderful feeling.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Today marks twenty-five days that have elapsed since I have last come and yesterday evening, following a glorious assignment from Mistress Cecilia I could feel each and every one of them. It felt like little spikes of electricity was dancing along the head of my cock and my stomach felt tight; my frustration sitting heavily in my crotch. And as I sat there, taking it in, I shut my eyes, took a few shallow breaths and relaxed with thoughts of Mistress Cecilia. I can feel her with me; can feel my submission to her and I cherish it.
Late last night, long after the sun had seat and people not in my time zone had gone to bed, I returned from work. I read the assignment again and then gathered up what I would need. I draped a towel on the bed and grabbed my new fake pussy. I set it on the towel and then made my way to the bathroom where I freed my captive cock, dropping the pieces of my chastity device in the sink. I stroked my cock, rubbing myself erect as I stared at the pussy staring up at me. It had baby doll hair; I could almost hear Chatty Cathy squawking with her mechanical voice. It looked vaguely real, pink lips and puffy folds topped with a small tuft of hair but as I tugged the lips apart I could see the jagged internals; it was a tad frightening. How would it feel?
I lubed my erection and poured some olive oil onto that vertical split. I pulled the thighs apart watching that false sex open like a heart valve. Holding it open and kneeling on the bed, I pierced the opening and for the first time ever I slipped my cock into that new, fake pussy. It was tight; much tighter than the Fleshlight but it only gripped a small sliver of my cock. The Fleshlight grips my whole erection, this was more like sliding a cock ring down my shaft and only the half inch flesh gripped my cock. I pushed inward, my ass pumping down and impaled my cock fully into the pussy.
And I pulled out; it was like squeezing a tube of toothpaste; squeeze tube from bottom and flatten as you go up. And thrust in. It took me a good couple of minutes to find a comfortable position. Unlike having a real woman; there was no mass, no weight and the tight grip moved and shifted the toy under me. I fucked it and found a good rhythm; my hips bouncing like a pogo stick. Up and down I thrust my cock into that fake pussy and finally, my body humming, I reached the first edge. I stopped, my cock buried inside the very tight toy; the fake lips pinching the base of my cock.
Twice more while kneeling on the bed with my elbows flat I fucked that toy to the edge, the second two coming much faster than the first one. After the third edge I backed off the bed and stood erect, pulling the pussy with me. I pumped my cock into the tight gash again, this time rocking my hips forward while standing, my thighs pressed against the mattress. Twice more I brought myself to the edge of completion only to stop moving and hold still and wait for the edge to pass. My body felt tense, my balls were pulled up tight.
With the five edges behind me I pulled my cock free and set the pussy aside. I dropped onto the bed and grabbed the suction cup dildo and the lube. I coated the cock with the lube and worked it into my ass. I lay on my back, my legs splayed and my knees folded and buried that dildo fully into my behind. I worked it out, and thrust it back in. Out and in I fucked my ass; out and in, Mistress Cecilia fucked me. For fifteen minutes I drove the dildo into my body only to slide it back out again. My ass grew hot and my cock bounced and pulsed and leaked thin and clear lines of need.
Finally, my fucking done, I climbed to my feet and made my way into the bathroom where I took a nice, hot shower. For a good ten minutes I stood under the falling stream of heated water and waited, my cock tingling the feeling that I had to pee keeping me immobile. It is a feeling I associate with my frustration; it seems to follow edging. I think it’s my body trying to absorb the semen that didn’t fly. I stood there and finally was able to pee.
After my shower, I climbed from the tub, dried my body and dried my chastity cage. And then, I locked my cock away. I shivered in delight as the lock snicked shut; I felt Mistress Cecilia taking possession of her cock. I made my way into the living room, snapped a picture and sent it on, another fun and glorious assignment complete. And it was fun.
I liked the new toy; it allows for another way to tease myself. It’s not as good as the Fleshlight but it is strange and interesting and as the old saying goes: variety is the spice of life. I look forward to using it again; there is still the anal opening in it and it came with a vibrating egg that will tuck into a small nook in the base of the fake pussy. How will those feel? Only time will tell.
At the end, it was a fun assignment and with it I could feel my cock tingling with need. And with that, I could feel Mistress Cecilia. And that is a wonderful feeling.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Hand In My Pocket
Good morning friends, neighbors and visitors. I hope that for each of you today is a fabulous day. And, much more importantly, good morning to you Mistress Cecilia. I truly wish nothing but the very best for you each and every day; I hope that your day unfolds into a day of pure bliss.
Yesterday afternoon while I was killing monsters in a mindless computer game there was a knock on my door and it was a nice gentleman delivering my two new toys. I signed for the package and opened the box after locking myself inside my home. I opened the Hitachi wand and was amazed at how strong that motor was; it would work well I reasoned. I then pulled out the fake pussy; it was a tad frightening. The fake blonde pubic hair looked as real as the hair on a doll from the 1950’s and feeling around inside I could feel the course matting where the hair was affixed. The opening was much tighter than that of the Fleshlight but it opened to a much larger cavity; when I try it out I’ll report how it works; right now it just scares me.
I set the packages away and when back to throwing grenades at an invading force.
Later that same afternoon I received a new assignment from Mistress Cecilia. Immediately I stopped what I was doing and climbed to my feet; I would hasten to obey. I stripped off my clothes and padded into the bathroom, filled the sink with water and soap, snapped the lock holding my cock in check and set the hard plastic pieces to soak. Naked I made my way into the bedroom, a towel in my hand. I spread the olive colored towel onto my bed and grabbed my iVibe. Shit, I donned a pair of pants and grabbed the MP3 player from the passenger seat of my car before returning to my bedroom to drop my pants to the floor.
I dropped onto the bed and grabbed the iVibe. I turned it on and hit play on my MP3 player. The assignment said to find a fast song and so I just kept skipping songs with the iVibe pressed against my cock until it started to race like mad. Next. Another song. There, that got it. The iVibe was going like gangbusters. I looked at the display. Alanis Moriessette’s Hand In My Pocket was playing in my ear and causing my cock to pulse. The song played as I ran the vibrator over my cock and balls and long before the song ended my cock was standing proud.
I set the vibrator aside and picked up the olive oil. I poured a large dose of the cold liquid over my erection and then using both hands I began to milk my cock. Up, my right hand pulled along my shaft, sliding with a squeeze over the head of my cock. Up, my left hand followed suit. Up and up, no downward strokes I milked my cock. If you have not tried thi, you should. I enjoy it immensely. I stroked my cock and brought myself to the tense edge of completion. I pulled both hands away and breathing deeply I waited for the edge to wane.
Four more times I milked my cock; using upward strokes only to drive my need higher and higher. Up and up I stroked, teasing my body, making my cock burn and my balls ache for the release I would not be having; the orgasm that was denied.
With the five edges behind me I climbed to my feet and took a shower. It was funny, even the water raining down on my slowly waning erection felt good; the shower teased me and added to my frustration. I scraped away the stubble with a nice, new razor blade and with my shower done I climbed from the tub, dried myself and the chastity cage before locking my cock away behind anew.
In the living room I snapped a picture and sent it on; another delightful assignment complete. Every assignment Mistress Cecilia sends me is fun. There are times during the day where Mistress Cecilia captures my thoughts, and the assignments she sends adds to that. I wake up with her my first waking thought; my cock struggling to grow erect brings her control immediately to my mind when my eyes open on a new day. Every edge during every assignment reminds me of her control as well; a feeling that makes me feel sane and normal, content and most of all happy.
And for that, for happiness, I cannot thank Mistress Cecilia enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Yesterday afternoon while I was killing monsters in a mindless computer game there was a knock on my door and it was a nice gentleman delivering my two new toys. I signed for the package and opened the box after locking myself inside my home. I opened the Hitachi wand and was amazed at how strong that motor was; it would work well I reasoned. I then pulled out the fake pussy; it was a tad frightening. The fake blonde pubic hair looked as real as the hair on a doll from the 1950’s and feeling around inside I could feel the course matting where the hair was affixed. The opening was much tighter than that of the Fleshlight but it opened to a much larger cavity; when I try it out I’ll report how it works; right now it just scares me.
I set the packages away and when back to throwing grenades at an invading force.
Later that same afternoon I received a new assignment from Mistress Cecilia. Immediately I stopped what I was doing and climbed to my feet; I would hasten to obey. I stripped off my clothes and padded into the bathroom, filled the sink with water and soap, snapped the lock holding my cock in check and set the hard plastic pieces to soak. Naked I made my way into the bedroom, a towel in my hand. I spread the olive colored towel onto my bed and grabbed my iVibe. Shit, I donned a pair of pants and grabbed the MP3 player from the passenger seat of my car before returning to my bedroom to drop my pants to the floor.
I dropped onto the bed and grabbed the iVibe. I turned it on and hit play on my MP3 player. The assignment said to find a fast song and so I just kept skipping songs with the iVibe pressed against my cock until it started to race like mad. Next. Another song. There, that got it. The iVibe was going like gangbusters. I looked at the display. Alanis Moriessette’s Hand In My Pocket was playing in my ear and causing my cock to pulse. The song played as I ran the vibrator over my cock and balls and long before the song ended my cock was standing proud.
I set the vibrator aside and picked up the olive oil. I poured a large dose of the cold liquid over my erection and then using both hands I began to milk my cock. Up, my right hand pulled along my shaft, sliding with a squeeze over the head of my cock. Up, my left hand followed suit. Up and up, no downward strokes I milked my cock. If you have not tried thi, you should. I enjoy it immensely. I stroked my cock and brought myself to the tense edge of completion. I pulled both hands away and breathing deeply I waited for the edge to wane.
Four more times I milked my cock; using upward strokes only to drive my need higher and higher. Up and up I stroked, teasing my body, making my cock burn and my balls ache for the release I would not be having; the orgasm that was denied.
With the five edges behind me I climbed to my feet and took a shower. It was funny, even the water raining down on my slowly waning erection felt good; the shower teased me and added to my frustration. I scraped away the stubble with a nice, new razor blade and with my shower done I climbed from the tub, dried myself and the chastity cage before locking my cock away behind anew.
In the living room I snapped a picture and sent it on; another delightful assignment complete. Every assignment Mistress Cecilia sends me is fun. There are times during the day where Mistress Cecilia captures my thoughts, and the assignments she sends adds to that. I wake up with her my first waking thought; my cock struggling to grow erect brings her control immediately to my mind when my eyes open on a new day. Every edge during every assignment reminds me of her control as well; a feeling that makes me feel sane and normal, content and most of all happy.
And for that, for happiness, I cannot thank Mistress Cecilia enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Porn
Good morning Mistress Cecilia. I truly hope that this day finds you doing as well as possibility; that the sun shines brightly upon your day and that the stresses of the world are minimal, that your day unfolds with pure joy. And good morning to you, my dear visitors. Welcome. I hope you enjoy your stay as much as I enjoy having you here.
Today, this Wednesday morning, I have gone twenty-three long days without an orgasm. I can feel each and every day as a tension in the pit of my stomach and a heat radiating outward from my full balls. I wake up and my hand gravitates to my caged cock that is struggling to grow hard; I start every day with my first thought of Mistress Cecilia and my submission to her. I start every day with a fresh smile upon my face.
This past weekend while on the phone with Mistress Cecilia, she asked if I had given any thought to joining a porn site so that I could have some visual stimulus to enjoy during my assignments. I admitted that I don’t spend any time looking at porn; I’m wearing a chastity cage, after all so it would not be that useful; it would be frustrating. But, I do like porn and so, as Mistress Cecilia suggested, I began to look around and see if there were any sites I would like to be a member of so that I could have something to stroke to, or maybe as Mistress Cecilia had had me do once before to watch but not unlock to; whatever the case may be.
Possibilities unfolded.
So, I began to browse. I started with Jane’s Guide; this is a porn review web site. It was a place to start looking around; I saw it as a great hub like that of Grand Central Station. I also went to a second site that rated sites on a scale of one to ten (though it went to the tenth decimal place, so really one to one hundred) and I kept my focus on the higher rated sites. What I found was this…
This site looks good: http://www.ftvgirls.com/models.html Lots of attractive young ladies stripping and masturbating. This site also has a lot of public nudity which I am a fan of; I can see myself walking around and getting a glimpse of what should be hidden. That idea is exciting. I had mentioned this site that last time Mistress Cecilia said she shared porn. This is one possibility.
And a similar one was: http://www.mc-nudes.com/ Much like the first with attractive ladies stripping and masturbating. What is it about watching a woman touch herself that makes captures a man’s attention?
Another one that looked vaguely similar but with the occasional man thrown in was: http://www.littlemutt.com/tour_1.html It seemed a little more varied from the first site from what I could tell on the preview page but the ladies were not quite as attractive.
How about: http://www.femjoy.com/index.php This was another site with lovely ladies stripping off their clothes. It looks a tad more artistic from what I can tell; while the first site looks more pornographic. Still this site has caught my eye.
A fifth site that I see as a possibility to join is: http://www.twistys.com/ This one is a little more hard core with ladies that seem more aligned with the porn industry whereas the first few sites were more amateur and the last more artistic. Still, it looked arousing and wasn’t that the point?
There were tons of sites to look at even just browsing the ones that reviewed well above nine. I was inundated with the vast number of sites there were to peruse. Were some better than others? Of course. Trying to decide what site would be best based strictly on a short tour is quite difficult. I liken it to seeing a preview for a comedy and watching it you think, “I have got to see that.” Only, when the movie ends and the credits roll you realize that the only parts of the movie worth seeing was what was shown during the preview. As the saying goes: let the buyer beware. Still, porn sites are relatively cheap and like the Time Life books you can “cancel anytime.”
I looked at so many sites that they began to run together. Thoughts entered my head like, didn’t I see her at another site? I knew then that, for now, my browsing was done. So, I have gathered up this list and posted the links and with luck Mistress Cecilia will let me know which one she likes the best. I’ll join it and see what fun, and what frustrations, can be had.
And yes, it will be fun. Even browsing, looking at some preview videos with my cock throbbing inside its hard cage was fun. But you know, somehow, I think Mistress Cecilia knew that. She is a remarkably intelligent, beautiful, sexy and empathic woman. She is a wonderful lady that I have the utmost respect for. I cannot thank her enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours
Today, this Wednesday morning, I have gone twenty-three long days without an orgasm. I can feel each and every day as a tension in the pit of my stomach and a heat radiating outward from my full balls. I wake up and my hand gravitates to my caged cock that is struggling to grow hard; I start every day with my first thought of Mistress Cecilia and my submission to her. I start every day with a fresh smile upon my face.
This past weekend while on the phone with Mistress Cecilia, she asked if I had given any thought to joining a porn site so that I could have some visual stimulus to enjoy during my assignments. I admitted that I don’t spend any time looking at porn; I’m wearing a chastity cage, after all so it would not be that useful; it would be frustrating. But, I do like porn and so, as Mistress Cecilia suggested, I began to look around and see if there were any sites I would like to be a member of so that I could have something to stroke to, or maybe as Mistress Cecilia had had me do once before to watch but not unlock to; whatever the case may be.
Possibilities unfolded.
So, I began to browse. I started with Jane’s Guide; this is a porn review web site. It was a place to start looking around; I saw it as a great hub like that of Grand Central Station. I also went to a second site that rated sites on a scale of one to ten (though it went to the tenth decimal place, so really one to one hundred) and I kept my focus on the higher rated sites. What I found was this…
This site looks good: http://www.ftvgirls.com/models.html Lots of attractive young ladies stripping and masturbating. This site also has a lot of public nudity which I am a fan of; I can see myself walking around and getting a glimpse of what should be hidden. That idea is exciting. I had mentioned this site that last time Mistress Cecilia said she shared porn. This is one possibility.
And a similar one was: http://www.mc-nudes.com/ Much like the first with attractive ladies stripping and masturbating. What is it about watching a woman touch herself that makes captures a man’s attention?
Another one that looked vaguely similar but with the occasional man thrown in was: http://www.littlemutt.com/tour_1.html It seemed a little more varied from the first site from what I could tell on the preview page but the ladies were not quite as attractive.
How about: http://www.femjoy.com/index.php This was another site with lovely ladies stripping off their clothes. It looks a tad more artistic from what I can tell; while the first site looks more pornographic. Still this site has caught my eye.
A fifth site that I see as a possibility to join is: http://www.twistys.com/ This one is a little more hard core with ladies that seem more aligned with the porn industry whereas the first few sites were more amateur and the last more artistic. Still, it looked arousing and wasn’t that the point?
There were tons of sites to look at even just browsing the ones that reviewed well above nine. I was inundated with the vast number of sites there were to peruse. Were some better than others? Of course. Trying to decide what site would be best based strictly on a short tour is quite difficult. I liken it to seeing a preview for a comedy and watching it you think, “I have got to see that.” Only, when the movie ends and the credits roll you realize that the only parts of the movie worth seeing was what was shown during the preview. As the saying goes: let the buyer beware. Still, porn sites are relatively cheap and like the Time Life books you can “cancel anytime.”
I looked at so many sites that they began to run together. Thoughts entered my head like, didn’t I see her at another site? I knew then that, for now, my browsing was done. So, I have gathered up this list and posted the links and with luck Mistress Cecilia will let me know which one she likes the best. I’ll join it and see what fun, and what frustrations, can be had.
And yes, it will be fun. Even browsing, looking at some preview videos with my cock throbbing inside its hard cage was fun. But you know, somehow, I think Mistress Cecilia knew that. She is a remarkably intelligent, beautiful, sexy and empathic woman. She is a wonderful lady that I have the utmost respect for. I cannot thank her enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Suds
Good morning Mistress Cecilia. I hope that your day is as great and joyous as possible. But, guess what, I wish nothing but the best for you every day. And, good morning one and all. Welcome to my happy little blog. I started this under the guidance of Mistress Cecilia and it has proven to be a joy.
Today marks twenty-two days that have elapsed since I have last come; one day past three weeks. I’m less than two weeks from my record and I have no idea if I will cross that milestone or come tomorrow. How exciting is that? I think it’s great. The lack of control, the surrendering my pleasure, relinquishing if you will to Mistress Cecilia has been so wonderful for me that I have grown and am happier than I can ever recall being. It is a fabulous thing.
Yesterday, upon returning from work, I found a new assignment waiting for me in my mailbox. I finished dinner and stripped off my clothes, the dishes could wait. Naked save for my chastity device I walked into the bathroom and filled the sink with water and snipped the plastic lock and freed my captive cock. I set the pieces to soak and then grabbing the towel hanging on the towel rack I padded into my bedroom, dropped the towel down onto the bed and flopped on it.
I picked up the Fleshlight and the olive oil and poured a healthy pull of the cold oil onto my cock. I rubbed it in, coating my cock fully and bringing my cock to full rigidity. Erect, my cock standing proud, I slipped my cock into the fleshy tube. And, holding the Fleshlight still I began to pump my hips. Up, I lifted them from the bed, sliding my cock into that taut tube; down, my cock slipped free as the bed settled under me. My hips pulsed and in just a few minutes I felt the first edge arrive. My ass relaxed, my hips stopped and I held the Fleshlight in the air as I waited for the edge to pass. I was breathing shallowly and swallowed heavily.
Thrice more I fucked that soft toy; my hips rising and falling, my cock piercing that tight fake pussy, driving my need higher and higher, raising my frustration level even more. Four times total I brought myself to the edge only to pull the Fleshlight away and lay there taut and needy as I waited for the edge to recede like a bald man’s hair.
With the four edges behind me I climbed to my feet and made my way into the bathroom where I took a shower and scraped away the stubble that was sprouting like seedlings. I shaved my cock and balls and crotch and washed away the lather and the olive oil; only my frustration remained sitting heavily in my stomach and burning in my balls. I stepped from the shower and dried off and stood at the toilet to pee. The toilet filled with foaming suds. My body, cleansing itself, rinsed my plumbing as my body rid itself of my backed up fluids. My frustration remained; my submission remained.
I dried off the chastity cage and locked my cock back up. I walked into living room, snapped the picture and sent it to Mistress Cecilia; she knows her cock is caged. It was a fun assignment that left me feeling the presence of Mistress Cecilia. How can I not like that?
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Today marks twenty-two days that have elapsed since I have last come; one day past three weeks. I’m less than two weeks from my record and I have no idea if I will cross that milestone or come tomorrow. How exciting is that? I think it’s great. The lack of control, the surrendering my pleasure, relinquishing if you will to Mistress Cecilia has been so wonderful for me that I have grown and am happier than I can ever recall being. It is a fabulous thing.
Yesterday, upon returning from work, I found a new assignment waiting for me in my mailbox. I finished dinner and stripped off my clothes, the dishes could wait. Naked save for my chastity device I walked into the bathroom and filled the sink with water and snipped the plastic lock and freed my captive cock. I set the pieces to soak and then grabbing the towel hanging on the towel rack I padded into my bedroom, dropped the towel down onto the bed and flopped on it.
I picked up the Fleshlight and the olive oil and poured a healthy pull of the cold oil onto my cock. I rubbed it in, coating my cock fully and bringing my cock to full rigidity. Erect, my cock standing proud, I slipped my cock into the fleshy tube. And, holding the Fleshlight still I began to pump my hips. Up, I lifted them from the bed, sliding my cock into that taut tube; down, my cock slipped free as the bed settled under me. My hips pulsed and in just a few minutes I felt the first edge arrive. My ass relaxed, my hips stopped and I held the Fleshlight in the air as I waited for the edge to pass. I was breathing shallowly and swallowed heavily.
Thrice more I fucked that soft toy; my hips rising and falling, my cock piercing that tight fake pussy, driving my need higher and higher, raising my frustration level even more. Four times total I brought myself to the edge only to pull the Fleshlight away and lay there taut and needy as I waited for the edge to recede like a bald man’s hair.
With the four edges behind me I climbed to my feet and made my way into the bathroom where I took a shower and scraped away the stubble that was sprouting like seedlings. I shaved my cock and balls and crotch and washed away the lather and the olive oil; only my frustration remained sitting heavily in my stomach and burning in my balls. I stepped from the shower and dried off and stood at the toilet to pee. The toilet filled with foaming suds. My body, cleansing itself, rinsed my plumbing as my body rid itself of my backed up fluids. My frustration remained; my submission remained.
I dried off the chastity cage and locked my cock back up. I walked into living room, snapped the picture and sent it to Mistress Cecilia; she knows her cock is caged. It was a fun assignment that left me feeling the presence of Mistress Cecilia. How can I not like that?
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Monday, April 14, 2008
Two New Toys
Good morning Mistress Cecilia. With luck this post will find you doing as well as possible; that your day is every bit as wonderful as you are. And good morning one and all; welcome to today’s exciting foray into my fabulous life. And you know what? It is fabulous; I can’t stop smiling. I’m happy.
Yesterday evening following Mistress Cecilia’s Strange Sex Sunday show (and you did notice the new links to the left, didn’t you?) I was blessed with a delightful phone call with the stunningly sexy Mistress Cecilia. I dialed the magic numbers and was greeted by the soft, musical timbre of her lovely voice. We spent a few minutes just chatting about various things and I always enjoy that time, it’s special.
Mistress Cecilia decided that for the start she wanted to look into some new toys for me to try. So, I made my way to my desk, sat down, and together Mistress Cecilia and I browsed for some new sex toys.
Mistress Cecilia hosts a radio show on Saturday nights, again, look to your left, and during her show last Saturday night they had a guest on named Marcello and he mentioned that one of his favorite toys was a Hitachi Magic Wand. As such, that was the first place we looked. Reading the description, it said it was good for cock and testicular massage - into the shopping cart it went.
We browsed anal plugs, the site mentioning that it was “butt month”, but as I have two vibrators, the Aneros, a butt plug, and two large dildos already as well as anal beads and vibrating eggs, how many more butt toys did I really need? I looked at male masturbators and they had the most horrific toy I have ever seen leapt from my screen. It was a disembodied foot with a large laceration on the arch that reminded me of a horror movie set piece, like a prop for the Ice Truck Killer. Okay, that is what it looked like to me, in reality it was a rubber foot with a pussy shaped opening for masturbating; I guess for foot fetishists. Mistress Cecilia and I laughed at it for a good length of time even commenting on how popular it must be as they were unavailable until next month. Were they sold out?
Still, I browsed.
Then, for the first time in my life, I ordered a fake pussy. Sure, the Fleshlight is close, but I ordered a pussy and anus that vibrated with varying speeds. It reminded me a lot of the Fleshlight only instead of holding it in my hand I will be on hands and knees and fucking into it missionary style. It should prove interesting; I’ll be sure to write about it when it arrives and I use it for the first time.
We chatted a bit more and then as the minutes were ticking by, and they do that way too fast, Mistress Cecilia gave me a short assignment to complete after we hung up the phone. I said goodnight, smiling merrily; it was a fabulous phone call, I enjoy them all. Hanging up the phone I made my way into the bathroom where I snipped the lock holding my chastity cage in place and dropped the pieces into the sink.
I made my way into the bedroom and plopped onto the bed. I grabbed the Aneros and lubed it up before slipping it into my hungry ass. I donned the vibrating glove, turned it on and proceeded to rub my cock and balls with it until my cock was standing as proud as a Marine. With my fingers buzzing and my cock bouncing in time with the beat of my heart, I began to stroke.
My hand moved up and down, the vibrators buzzing against my hot skin and I felt the first edge arrive. I pulled my hands away and as I clamped down to hold back the release my ass gripped the Aneros making it even harder to stop. Of all the toys I own, I think it’s the Aneros that makes stopping harder. Yes, ever time my ass is full it is harder to stop, but the Aneros makes it most difficult; I’m convinced this is true. Then, again, it could be the twenty days that have passed (twenty one this morning) that makes it so.
Twice more I used the glove to drive my body to the brink of release only to stop, pull my hand away and struggle to remain frustrated as the Aneros kept my body tense. I lay there for a few moments, breathing shallowly, my body rigid as I waited for the edge to wane. Finally my toes uncurled and I climbed from my bed.
In the bathroom I cleaned the pieces of my cage in the sink and dried them off before pulling the white plug from my ass and cleaning it as well. I made my way into my living room where I donned the chastity device, locking my frustration behind the hard plastic shell and the small plastic lock that read keyholder. It was not my lock; it belongs, as I do, to Mistress Cecilia. I like seeing it, I like reading it, and I like the reminder of carrying Mistress Cecilia with me, her hand on my cock, with each passing moment of every day. It is comforting.
With my cock locked away anew, I snapped the picture and sent it on; Mistress Cecilia knows her cock is caged. I need her to know, and she does indeed. Sitting at my desk I could feel my cock tingling and I could see a stringer of fluid collecting and trailing out the tip of the chastity device; my body keeping itself healthy I suppose. It was a great call; a fun post call assignment that left my body trembling in need. I can feel my frustration in my stomach.
And that feeling excites me and makes me feel comforted and owned. And for that, I can’t thank Mistress Cecilia enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Yesterday evening following Mistress Cecilia’s Strange Sex Sunday show (and you did notice the new links to the left, didn’t you?) I was blessed with a delightful phone call with the stunningly sexy Mistress Cecilia. I dialed the magic numbers and was greeted by the soft, musical timbre of her lovely voice. We spent a few minutes just chatting about various things and I always enjoy that time, it’s special.
Mistress Cecilia decided that for the start she wanted to look into some new toys for me to try. So, I made my way to my desk, sat down, and together Mistress Cecilia and I browsed for some new sex toys.
Mistress Cecilia hosts a radio show on Saturday nights, again, look to your left, and during her show last Saturday night they had a guest on named Marcello and he mentioned that one of his favorite toys was a Hitachi Magic Wand. As such, that was the first place we looked. Reading the description, it said it was good for cock and testicular massage - into the shopping cart it went.
We browsed anal plugs, the site mentioning that it was “butt month”, but as I have two vibrators, the Aneros, a butt plug, and two large dildos already as well as anal beads and vibrating eggs, how many more butt toys did I really need? I looked at male masturbators and they had the most horrific toy I have ever seen leapt from my screen. It was a disembodied foot with a large laceration on the arch that reminded me of a horror movie set piece, like a prop for the Ice Truck Killer. Okay, that is what it looked like to me, in reality it was a rubber foot with a pussy shaped opening for masturbating; I guess for foot fetishists. Mistress Cecilia and I laughed at it for a good length of time even commenting on how popular it must be as they were unavailable until next month. Were they sold out?
Still, I browsed.
Then, for the first time in my life, I ordered a fake pussy. Sure, the Fleshlight is close, but I ordered a pussy and anus that vibrated with varying speeds. It reminded me a lot of the Fleshlight only instead of holding it in my hand I will be on hands and knees and fucking into it missionary style. It should prove interesting; I’ll be sure to write about it when it arrives and I use it for the first time.
We chatted a bit more and then as the minutes were ticking by, and they do that way too fast, Mistress Cecilia gave me a short assignment to complete after we hung up the phone. I said goodnight, smiling merrily; it was a fabulous phone call, I enjoy them all. Hanging up the phone I made my way into the bathroom where I snipped the lock holding my chastity cage in place and dropped the pieces into the sink.
I made my way into the bedroom and plopped onto the bed. I grabbed the Aneros and lubed it up before slipping it into my hungry ass. I donned the vibrating glove, turned it on and proceeded to rub my cock and balls with it until my cock was standing as proud as a Marine. With my fingers buzzing and my cock bouncing in time with the beat of my heart, I began to stroke.
My hand moved up and down, the vibrators buzzing against my hot skin and I felt the first edge arrive. I pulled my hands away and as I clamped down to hold back the release my ass gripped the Aneros making it even harder to stop. Of all the toys I own, I think it’s the Aneros that makes stopping harder. Yes, ever time my ass is full it is harder to stop, but the Aneros makes it most difficult; I’m convinced this is true. Then, again, it could be the twenty days that have passed (twenty one this morning) that makes it so.
Twice more I used the glove to drive my body to the brink of release only to stop, pull my hand away and struggle to remain frustrated as the Aneros kept my body tense. I lay there for a few moments, breathing shallowly, my body rigid as I waited for the edge to wane. Finally my toes uncurled and I climbed from my bed.
In the bathroom I cleaned the pieces of my cage in the sink and dried them off before pulling the white plug from my ass and cleaning it as well. I made my way into my living room where I donned the chastity device, locking my frustration behind the hard plastic shell and the small plastic lock that read keyholder. It was not my lock; it belongs, as I do, to Mistress Cecilia. I like seeing it, I like reading it, and I like the reminder of carrying Mistress Cecilia with me, her hand on my cock, with each passing moment of every day. It is comforting.
With my cock locked away anew, I snapped the picture and sent it on; Mistress Cecilia knows her cock is caged. I need her to know, and she does indeed. Sitting at my desk I could feel my cock tingling and I could see a stringer of fluid collecting and trailing out the tip of the chastity device; my body keeping itself healthy I suppose. It was a great call; a fun post call assignment that left my body trembling in need. I can feel my frustration in my stomach.
And that feeling excites me and makes me feel comforted and owned. And for that, I can’t thank Mistress Cecilia enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Real
RealGood morning Mistress Cecilia. I hope that this Sunday morning finds you doing well and with luck you were able to get a good night’s sleep. I read in your blog that you suffered from a small bout of insomnia and as someone that has lost countless hours of sleep to the racing mind monster then I know how miserable that can be. So, I hope you made it through a long, restful night of blissful slumber. If not, well, hypnosis helped me. And good morning one and all. Welcome.
Yesterday evening I was blessed with a delicious phone call with Mistress Cecilia. Sitting at my computer, the little dwoop sound echoed telling me that it was time to call. I grabbed the phone as the sink filled with water and dialed the magic numbers. For about ten minutes where I couldn’t stop smiling we chatted amiably; I always enjoy the start of a call where we just talk about whatever topic sprouts. Mistress Cecilia’s grace, charm, intelligence and wit shine through; it’s real and I love every moment of it.
She instructed me to unlock my chastity cage and to lube up and so I did. I dropped the pieces into the sink, made my way to the bedroom where I opened the olive oil and poured it onto my erection. I rubbed it in, coating my cock fully with the cold oil. I grabbed the Fleshlight, poured some oil down its tight throat and slipped my cock into that taut opening. My hand pumped the toy on my cock, the ridges thrumming along my erect shaft and within moments I brought my needy body to the precipice of completion. I hitched out that I was “getting close,” and was told to “stop.”
A second time I brought my body to the edge with the Fleshlight, this time my left hand gripping my cock at the base and holding it firmly as my right hand moved the Fleshlight over just the swollen head of my cock. I teased the head, taunted the sensitive skin, and reached the edge a second time. Then, I was told to use it fully and a third edge arrived with the Fleshlight dancing along my cock.
I was told to stroke with both hands and I did, I stroked with my hands pressed as if in prayer and I stroked my cock, my palms rubbing along my oily skin. Up and down my two hands pumped and my balls tightened, my breathing came as ragged bursts as I moaned at the joyous sensation of my teasing strokes. I felt my cock swell in preparation of release and once again I was told to stop just as the edge arrived.
Then I was told to stroke my cock with both hands, alternating between the two. This was a new method that Mistress Cecilia had introduced me to on an earlier call. To stroke with my right, switch to the left, and then the right. I grabbed my cock, my hand pumping up and down and after about ten strokes I would swap hands, using my left hand to stroke up and down for another ten strokes. The right for ten, the left and back to the right again. It took a few moments to reach the edge, as if the time I swapped hands allowed for a short, brief respite. I was breathing rapidly and my balls were pulled up tight as my oily cock tingled in need. I reached the edge and paused with my pulse racing as the edge slowly waned.
One last time I brought myself to the edge, stroking my hard erection with alternating hands. I used both hands, left and right; each hand taking its turn to drive my need higher and higher, fueling my lust and need and desperation. My body felt alive, denial making my body tingle with joy. To me, it is a wonderful thing. Finally, six edges behind me, Mistress Cecilia tells me that it was once again time to lock my cock away.
I climbed to my feet, my erect and oily cock pointing upward like a corn silo and padded into the bathroom. I dried the cock cage and wiped the oil off my body with a towel. I said good bye to Mistress Cecilia and spent a few short moments locking my frustration behind the hard plastic cage. As I donned the cage I had to wipe the base of my cock with a towel as tears of frustration in the form of precum had oozed and settled onto my hot skin. Clean, I snapped the lock shut, trapping my cock that was tingling with need behind that hard plastic, behind Mistress Cecilia’s cage. I have said it before, it’s not my cock, it’s not my cage; they both belong to Mistress Cecilia.
With my cock locked I made my way into the living room where I snapped the picture and sent it on; Mistress Cecilia knows her cock is caged. Sitting at my desk I could feel my balls burning hot, my cock, hidden in its shell, was tingling with need. I have described it as the white noise of a television screen with no input signal or the hum of high voltage lines thrumming with power. It is like that and feeling it, I feel alive. And, is there anything more real than feeling alive? I don’t believe so. For that, I can’t thank Mistress Cecilia enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Yesterday evening I was blessed with a delicious phone call with Mistress Cecilia. Sitting at my computer, the little dwoop sound echoed telling me that it was time to call. I grabbed the phone as the sink filled with water and dialed the magic numbers. For about ten minutes where I couldn’t stop smiling we chatted amiably; I always enjoy the start of a call where we just talk about whatever topic sprouts. Mistress Cecilia’s grace, charm, intelligence and wit shine through; it’s real and I love every moment of it.
She instructed me to unlock my chastity cage and to lube up and so I did. I dropped the pieces into the sink, made my way to the bedroom where I opened the olive oil and poured it onto my erection. I rubbed it in, coating my cock fully with the cold oil. I grabbed the Fleshlight, poured some oil down its tight throat and slipped my cock into that taut opening. My hand pumped the toy on my cock, the ridges thrumming along my erect shaft and within moments I brought my needy body to the precipice of completion. I hitched out that I was “getting close,” and was told to “stop.”
A second time I brought my body to the edge with the Fleshlight, this time my left hand gripping my cock at the base and holding it firmly as my right hand moved the Fleshlight over just the swollen head of my cock. I teased the head, taunted the sensitive skin, and reached the edge a second time. Then, I was told to use it fully and a third edge arrived with the Fleshlight dancing along my cock.
I was told to stroke with both hands and I did, I stroked with my hands pressed as if in prayer and I stroked my cock, my palms rubbing along my oily skin. Up and down my two hands pumped and my balls tightened, my breathing came as ragged bursts as I moaned at the joyous sensation of my teasing strokes. I felt my cock swell in preparation of release and once again I was told to stop just as the edge arrived.
Then I was told to stroke my cock with both hands, alternating between the two. This was a new method that Mistress Cecilia had introduced me to on an earlier call. To stroke with my right, switch to the left, and then the right. I grabbed my cock, my hand pumping up and down and after about ten strokes I would swap hands, using my left hand to stroke up and down for another ten strokes. The right for ten, the left and back to the right again. It took a few moments to reach the edge, as if the time I swapped hands allowed for a short, brief respite. I was breathing rapidly and my balls were pulled up tight as my oily cock tingled in need. I reached the edge and paused with my pulse racing as the edge slowly waned.
One last time I brought myself to the edge, stroking my hard erection with alternating hands. I used both hands, left and right; each hand taking its turn to drive my need higher and higher, fueling my lust and need and desperation. My body felt alive, denial making my body tingle with joy. To me, it is a wonderful thing. Finally, six edges behind me, Mistress Cecilia tells me that it was once again time to lock my cock away.
I climbed to my feet, my erect and oily cock pointing upward like a corn silo and padded into the bathroom. I dried the cock cage and wiped the oil off my body with a towel. I said good bye to Mistress Cecilia and spent a few short moments locking my frustration behind the hard plastic cage. As I donned the cage I had to wipe the base of my cock with a towel as tears of frustration in the form of precum had oozed and settled onto my hot skin. Clean, I snapped the lock shut, trapping my cock that was tingling with need behind that hard plastic, behind Mistress Cecilia’s cage. I have said it before, it’s not my cock, it’s not my cage; they both belong to Mistress Cecilia.
With my cock locked I made my way into the living room where I snapped the picture and sent it on; Mistress Cecilia knows her cock is caged. Sitting at my desk I could feel my balls burning hot, my cock, hidden in its shell, was tingling with need. I have described it as the white noise of a television screen with no input signal or the hum of high voltage lines thrumming with power. It is like that and feeling it, I feel alive. And, is there anything more real than feeling alive? I don’t believe so. For that, I can’t thank Mistress Cecilia enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
For Me
Good morning Mistress Cecilia. I hope that this Saturday morning opens up a world of joy and happiness and that your day goes as smoothly and fun as possible. I truly wish nothing but the very best for you! And good morning one and all and welcome; I hope you enjoy your stay.
Yesterday evening I came home from work with my dinner in hand, I sat down and ate and read the newest assignment waiting for me from the stunningly beautiful Mistress Cecilia. Reading it made me smile; two words leapt from the screen: for me. Yes, I am living my submissive fantasies and reveling in them and growing positively with them, but it is Mistress Cecilia that I am serving and reading her words, for me, made me smile and my whole body seemed to swell with a feeling of warmth and contentment.
For me. Two powerful words.
After dinner, I cleaned my mess and made my way into the bathroom where I freed my captive cock. I made my way into the bedroom and plopped onto the bed. I reached into the nightstand beside me and grabbed the vibrating glove. I donned it, slipping my fingers into their slots and tightened the wrist strap. I turned the glove on, sliding the switch to full speed. I dropped my buzzing hand to my crotch and used the glove to both spur my erection to full turgidity and then, cock hard, I began to stroke.
Up and down my hand moved as the fingers buzzed and raced and danced across my hot skin. I felt my balls tighten and tingle as the first edge appeared. I pulled my hand off my body and waited, pulse racing with my breathing coming in shallow bursts for the edge to pass. Sure that I could start again I returned my hand to my cock and brought myself back to the edge as Mistress Cecilia had stated, over and over, until I had risked the brink and denied myself release six times total.
For Mistress Cecilia.
With the six edges down I removed the glove and stood up. I grabbed a towel and the wall mounted dildo and my lube. I set the towel on the edge of the bed, dropped onto it and then lubed up the large phallus. I inched it into my ass. The thick head penetrated my body and I tensed and held still. I pushed and exhaled, gasped and pushed some more until I had the cock fully buried inside my ass. My cock was bobbing at the intrusion.
I lay there for a few moments getting used to the cock and then while lying there, my legs splayed and my knees folded like a frog on a dissection table, I gripped the base and pulled the cock from my behind until only the head remained buried. Then, with one slow, steady push I shoved the cock back into my body. Out and in, over and over. For fifteen minutes I pierced my ass with that monster dick. My ass grew warm and my cock bobbed seemingly in tune. My cock was leaking and when I was done, when I pulled the cock from my ass I saw a trail of clear fluid running along my cock to my balls. It reminded me of a trail of snot hanging from a young boy’s nose who had spent too many hours in a swimming pool.
I climbed to my feet and took a shower, running a new blade over my crotch and balls to scrape away the stubble that had sprouted like seedlings. Climbing from the shower I dried my body and dried the pieces of the chastity cage that were still soaking in the antibacterial water. I donned the chastity cage and locked my burning frustration behind that plastic cage. The lock snicked shut and I felt that surged of submissive delight. It was akin to reading those magic words from earlier.
For me.
I made my way into the living room, snapped the picture of my caged and captive cock and sent it on, another frustration inducing assignment complete. It was fun and exciting and at the end of it I could feel my need sitting in my chest; my cock was tingling my balls felt hot. It is an exciting feeling. It is a feeling of being owned; of putting my wants and needs behind those of Mistress Cecilia.
And for that, I can’t thank her enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Yesterday evening I came home from work with my dinner in hand, I sat down and ate and read the newest assignment waiting for me from the stunningly beautiful Mistress Cecilia. Reading it made me smile; two words leapt from the screen: for me. Yes, I am living my submissive fantasies and reveling in them and growing positively with them, but it is Mistress Cecilia that I am serving and reading her words, for me, made me smile and my whole body seemed to swell with a feeling of warmth and contentment.
For me. Two powerful words.
After dinner, I cleaned my mess and made my way into the bathroom where I freed my captive cock. I made my way into the bedroom and plopped onto the bed. I reached into the nightstand beside me and grabbed the vibrating glove. I donned it, slipping my fingers into their slots and tightened the wrist strap. I turned the glove on, sliding the switch to full speed. I dropped my buzzing hand to my crotch and used the glove to both spur my erection to full turgidity and then, cock hard, I began to stroke.
Up and down my hand moved as the fingers buzzed and raced and danced across my hot skin. I felt my balls tighten and tingle as the first edge appeared. I pulled my hand off my body and waited, pulse racing with my breathing coming in shallow bursts for the edge to pass. Sure that I could start again I returned my hand to my cock and brought myself back to the edge as Mistress Cecilia had stated, over and over, until I had risked the brink and denied myself release six times total.
For Mistress Cecilia.
With the six edges down I removed the glove and stood up. I grabbed a towel and the wall mounted dildo and my lube. I set the towel on the edge of the bed, dropped onto it and then lubed up the large phallus. I inched it into my ass. The thick head penetrated my body and I tensed and held still. I pushed and exhaled, gasped and pushed some more until I had the cock fully buried inside my ass. My cock was bobbing at the intrusion.
I lay there for a few moments getting used to the cock and then while lying there, my legs splayed and my knees folded like a frog on a dissection table, I gripped the base and pulled the cock from my behind until only the head remained buried. Then, with one slow, steady push I shoved the cock back into my body. Out and in, over and over. For fifteen minutes I pierced my ass with that monster dick. My ass grew warm and my cock bobbed seemingly in tune. My cock was leaking and when I was done, when I pulled the cock from my ass I saw a trail of clear fluid running along my cock to my balls. It reminded me of a trail of snot hanging from a young boy’s nose who had spent too many hours in a swimming pool.
I climbed to my feet and took a shower, running a new blade over my crotch and balls to scrape away the stubble that had sprouted like seedlings. Climbing from the shower I dried my body and dried the pieces of the chastity cage that were still soaking in the antibacterial water. I donned the chastity cage and locked my burning frustration behind that plastic cage. The lock snicked shut and I felt that surged of submissive delight. It was akin to reading those magic words from earlier.
For me.
I made my way into the living room, snapped the picture of my caged and captive cock and sent it on, another frustration inducing assignment complete. It was fun and exciting and at the end of it I could feel my need sitting in my chest; my cock was tingling my balls felt hot. It is an exciting feeling. It is a feeling of being owned; of putting my wants and needs behind those of Mistress Cecilia.
And for that, I can’t thank her enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Half Way
Good morning Mistress Cecilia! With any luck today will unfold into a day of pure delight. I truly wish nothing but the very best for you each and every day. And good morning one and all; welcome to today’s exciting blog post.
Today marks the eighteenth day that has passed since I have last come. Yesterday, day seventeen, was the half way point to my record of thirty-four days. It’s funny how I keep track; I find it impossible not to. Each day that passes is something tangible; I can feel it.
Yesterday evening, upon arriving home from work I found a new assignment waiting for me in my mail box. I had dinner with me, and so, after I ate, I cleaned my mess and made my way into the bathroom where I filled the sink with water, snapped the plastic lock, and set the cage to soak. Naked I walked into the bedroom, grabbed the Fleshlight and opened up the olive oil. I draped a towel on the bed and fell onto it. I rubbed my cock to full turgidity and picked up the Fleshlight.
I poured some olive oil onto my cock and poured some down the mouth of the Fleshlight as well. I slipped the teasing toy onto my erection and began to pump my hand up and down. It slipped and pulsed and made an odd skipping sound that I had not heard before. I looked at the end cap and realized that it was on very tight. I loosened it a bit and the Fleshlight slipped easier over my cock. I nearly laughed when the realization that there was an adjustment on the Fleshlight; I had owned it for months and I think this was the first time I figured that out.
My hand pumped and the Fleshlight danced over my cock. Up and down my hand drove the toy over my erection, driving me closer and closer to that tense line between pleasure and frustration. My hand pumped, my body tensed, and the first edge arrived. I pulled the Fleshlight free and lay there, body taut, toes curled and pulse racing as the edge slowly faded like the afterglow on a T.V. screen dwindles to black after power is turned off.
Four more times I used the Fleshlight to drive myself to the brink of release. My hands would grip the hard plastic shell, the fleshy tube would ripple against my cock, and a thrumming sound would reach my ears as the toy pulsed along my cock. I stroked my cock, the oil making the teasing flesh move easily along my hardness. I stroked and edge a total of five times, stopping before the precipice was breached, before my orgasm swept through my needy body. Five times I edged with my breathing coming in ragged gasps as I held my body still with the Fleshlight held above my cock as the edge waned enough to start anew.
With the five edges behind me I climbed to my feet and took a shower to wash away the oil that decorated my cock. I climbed from the shower, dried both my body and the pieces of my chastity cage still soaking languidly in the sink. I donned the CB-6000 and locked a fresh lock in place. I snapped a picture and sent it on; proof of my chaste state, Mistress Cecilia knows her cock is caged. I could feel my balls shifting and moving; looking at them I was reminded of a bean bag chair and how the edges would flair out when someone plopped into the center; my balls were like that, swelling outward. When I cup them I can feel how full they are.
It was a great and glorious assignment; I enjoyed it completely. I enjoy them all; they all give me a change to fuel my submissive nature. For that, I cannot thank Mistress Cecilia enough. She is a remarkable woman.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Today marks the eighteenth day that has passed since I have last come. Yesterday, day seventeen, was the half way point to my record of thirty-four days. It’s funny how I keep track; I find it impossible not to. Each day that passes is something tangible; I can feel it.
Yesterday evening, upon arriving home from work I found a new assignment waiting for me in my mail box. I had dinner with me, and so, after I ate, I cleaned my mess and made my way into the bathroom where I filled the sink with water, snapped the plastic lock, and set the cage to soak. Naked I walked into the bedroom, grabbed the Fleshlight and opened up the olive oil. I draped a towel on the bed and fell onto it. I rubbed my cock to full turgidity and picked up the Fleshlight.
I poured some olive oil onto my cock and poured some down the mouth of the Fleshlight as well. I slipped the teasing toy onto my erection and began to pump my hand up and down. It slipped and pulsed and made an odd skipping sound that I had not heard before. I looked at the end cap and realized that it was on very tight. I loosened it a bit and the Fleshlight slipped easier over my cock. I nearly laughed when the realization that there was an adjustment on the Fleshlight; I had owned it for months and I think this was the first time I figured that out.
My hand pumped and the Fleshlight danced over my cock. Up and down my hand drove the toy over my erection, driving me closer and closer to that tense line between pleasure and frustration. My hand pumped, my body tensed, and the first edge arrived. I pulled the Fleshlight free and lay there, body taut, toes curled and pulse racing as the edge slowly faded like the afterglow on a T.V. screen dwindles to black after power is turned off.
Four more times I used the Fleshlight to drive myself to the brink of release. My hands would grip the hard plastic shell, the fleshy tube would ripple against my cock, and a thrumming sound would reach my ears as the toy pulsed along my cock. I stroked my cock, the oil making the teasing flesh move easily along my hardness. I stroked and edge a total of five times, stopping before the precipice was breached, before my orgasm swept through my needy body. Five times I edged with my breathing coming in ragged gasps as I held my body still with the Fleshlight held above my cock as the edge waned enough to start anew.
With the five edges behind me I climbed to my feet and took a shower to wash away the oil that decorated my cock. I climbed from the shower, dried both my body and the pieces of my chastity cage still soaking languidly in the sink. I donned the CB-6000 and locked a fresh lock in place. I snapped a picture and sent it on; proof of my chaste state, Mistress Cecilia knows her cock is caged. I could feel my balls shifting and moving; looking at them I was reminded of a bean bag chair and how the edges would flair out when someone plopped into the center; my balls were like that, swelling outward. When I cup them I can feel how full they are.
It was a great and glorious assignment; I enjoyed it completely. I enjoy them all; they all give me a change to fuel my submissive nature. For that, I cannot thank Mistress Cecilia enough. She is a remarkable woman.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
On The Rocks
Good morning Mistress Cecilia. I hope that your day is as beautiful as you are; that your day unfolds into a day of joy and wonder. I truly wish nothing but the very best for you each and every day. Also, good morning one and all and welcome; I hope you enjoy your stay.
Yesterday I found a delicious new assignment waiting for me in my email box when I returned home from work. I read it and the last sentence said that I could be creative if I wanted to. Well, that got me thinking; what could I do to be creative? Was there something that I wanted to try or an idea that could be tried that I had not experimented with before?
Sitting at the computer, browsing the web for ideas I happened upon a website that had some ideas. It was a site for home made sex toys for both men and women: http://www.homemade-sex-toys.com/ They had some interesting ideas and one stood out, not for something to do but for how it prompted my mind to experiment and race and I was able to come up with an idea that was very cool; or should I say cold?
With an idea in mind that did not involve the sponges and balloons that I did not have, I gathered up what I would need; I draped a towel on the bed, opened the olive oil and then made my way into the bathroom. I snapped the lock and freed my cock. My hand dropped down and scratched the stubble growing there; I knew I’d be shaving after this assignment. I padded naked into the kitchen, my hand scratching and my cock growing hard. I opened the freezer and grabbed two ice cubes. I opened the sink spigot and ran the cubes under the hot water to smooth the rough edges. Then, ice in hand, I made my way into the bedroom and dropped onto the bed.
I grabbed the Aneros plug, lubed it up and slipped it into my ass. My ass pulled it in and clamped down on it and my cock surged as the toy slipped readily in. My hips bucked, my back arched and I sucked in a breath of wet air as the plug settled comfortably in place.
I lubed my cock, lubed the Fleshlight and then shoved both ice cubes down the fleshy tube of the Fleshlight. I slipped the toy onto my hard cock, sinking it lower until the toy was fully seated. Holding it still I grabbed a pen and pushed the two pieces of ice down from the back of the Fleshlight so that they rested against the head of my cock. The contrast between the tight grip and the cold ice was quite interesting and it made me gasp. I began to stroke my cock, raising the toy up and slipping it back down. On each downward stroke the ice would dance across the head of my cock and my body would twitch; it felt exquisite.
I stroked my cock, the taut toy massaging my cock and the ice teasing me as well. It felt amazing and in less than two minutes I reached the first edge. And then, pulling the Fleshlight off my cock, cold water rained down over my cock; the Fleshlight was so tight it kept the melting water in place and freeing my cock from the fleshy tube the captive cold water spilled out and onto my heated flesh. That feeling almost sent me over the edge; it was an added burst of surprising pleasure. The Aneros in my ass kept me hard and made it difficult to hold back the edge. My body was taut and rigid; I trembled as the edge slowly waned.
Four more times I stroked with the Fleshlight, driving myself to the brink of completion. Each time I pulled the Fleshlight off my cock the water would spill out and rain over my erection. I remember this one time when I had seen a pornographic video where the woman was a squirter, her body voiding when she came; watching the water fly from the pussy shaped opening of the Fleshlight I was reminded of that scene. The water splashing out, the ice rubbing the head of my cock on each stroke was enormously exciting. If you own a Fleshlight I can recommend you trying this!
With the four edges behind me I noticed that my mouth was dry, my lips cracking. I could feel my pulse in my fingers; I could feel my frustration in my stomach and sitting like a weight on my chest. My cock was hard and throbbing and my balls were hot. My breathing was coming in short bursts as I lay on my bed for a few minutes waiting for my body to stop trembling. Finally, exhaling slowly, I pulled the Aneros from my ass and climbed to my feet. I made my way into the bathroom and took a shower and as predicted I shaved my crotch, scraping away the thin growth that had come in.
I climbed from the shower and dried my body and finally locked my frustration away, snapping the lock in place. Once again I felt a rush at the joy of my submission; at the pleasure of putting my pleasure aside for the sake of Mistress Cecilia. It is a fabulous sensation. I made my way into the living room and snapped a picture before sending it on. Mistress Cecilia knows her cock is locked up tight. Looking at the picture I could see a small patch of hair that I had missed; it was obvious I needed a new blade.
Mistress Cecilia had said to be creative and reading that site where they said use hot water in a sponge, I got the idea to try using ice in the Fleshlight and I am glad I did; it was a great sensation that added to the fabulous feeling of stroking. It added to my frustration and fueled my need. Maybe it wasn't super creative, but it was memorable. Yet again Mistress Cecilia had created a wonderful assignment for me; I can’t thank her enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Yesterday I found a delicious new assignment waiting for me in my email box when I returned home from work. I read it and the last sentence said that I could be creative if I wanted to. Well, that got me thinking; what could I do to be creative? Was there something that I wanted to try or an idea that could be tried that I had not experimented with before?
Sitting at the computer, browsing the web for ideas I happened upon a website that had some ideas. It was a site for home made sex toys for both men and women: http://www.homemade-sex-toys.com/ They had some interesting ideas and one stood out, not for something to do but for how it prompted my mind to experiment and race and I was able to come up with an idea that was very cool; or should I say cold?
With an idea in mind that did not involve the sponges and balloons that I did not have, I gathered up what I would need; I draped a towel on the bed, opened the olive oil and then made my way into the bathroom. I snapped the lock and freed my cock. My hand dropped down and scratched the stubble growing there; I knew I’d be shaving after this assignment. I padded naked into the kitchen, my hand scratching and my cock growing hard. I opened the freezer and grabbed two ice cubes. I opened the sink spigot and ran the cubes under the hot water to smooth the rough edges. Then, ice in hand, I made my way into the bedroom and dropped onto the bed.
I grabbed the Aneros plug, lubed it up and slipped it into my ass. My ass pulled it in and clamped down on it and my cock surged as the toy slipped readily in. My hips bucked, my back arched and I sucked in a breath of wet air as the plug settled comfortably in place.
I lubed my cock, lubed the Fleshlight and then shoved both ice cubes down the fleshy tube of the Fleshlight. I slipped the toy onto my hard cock, sinking it lower until the toy was fully seated. Holding it still I grabbed a pen and pushed the two pieces of ice down from the back of the Fleshlight so that they rested against the head of my cock. The contrast between the tight grip and the cold ice was quite interesting and it made me gasp. I began to stroke my cock, raising the toy up and slipping it back down. On each downward stroke the ice would dance across the head of my cock and my body would twitch; it felt exquisite.
I stroked my cock, the taut toy massaging my cock and the ice teasing me as well. It felt amazing and in less than two minutes I reached the first edge. And then, pulling the Fleshlight off my cock, cold water rained down over my cock; the Fleshlight was so tight it kept the melting water in place and freeing my cock from the fleshy tube the captive cold water spilled out and onto my heated flesh. That feeling almost sent me over the edge; it was an added burst of surprising pleasure. The Aneros in my ass kept me hard and made it difficult to hold back the edge. My body was taut and rigid; I trembled as the edge slowly waned.
Four more times I stroked with the Fleshlight, driving myself to the brink of completion. Each time I pulled the Fleshlight off my cock the water would spill out and rain over my erection. I remember this one time when I had seen a pornographic video where the woman was a squirter, her body voiding when she came; watching the water fly from the pussy shaped opening of the Fleshlight I was reminded of that scene. The water splashing out, the ice rubbing the head of my cock on each stroke was enormously exciting. If you own a Fleshlight I can recommend you trying this!
With the four edges behind me I noticed that my mouth was dry, my lips cracking. I could feel my pulse in my fingers; I could feel my frustration in my stomach and sitting like a weight on my chest. My cock was hard and throbbing and my balls were hot. My breathing was coming in short bursts as I lay on my bed for a few minutes waiting for my body to stop trembling. Finally, exhaling slowly, I pulled the Aneros from my ass and climbed to my feet. I made my way into the bathroom and took a shower and as predicted I shaved my crotch, scraping away the thin growth that had come in.
I climbed from the shower and dried my body and finally locked my frustration away, snapping the lock in place. Once again I felt a rush at the joy of my submission; at the pleasure of putting my pleasure aside for the sake of Mistress Cecilia. It is a fabulous sensation. I made my way into the living room and snapped a picture before sending it on. Mistress Cecilia knows her cock is locked up tight. Looking at the picture I could see a small patch of hair that I had missed; it was obvious I needed a new blade.
Mistress Cecilia had said to be creative and reading that site where they said use hot water in a sponge, I got the idea to try using ice in the Fleshlight and I am glad I did; it was a great sensation that added to the fabulous feeling of stroking. It added to my frustration and fueled my need. Maybe it wasn't super creative, but it was memorable. Yet again Mistress Cecilia had created a wonderful assignment for me; I can’t thank her enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Good Mood
Good morning, Mistress Cecilia! I truly hope that you have a great and wonderful day. Basically, as this post will reveal, I hope that your days shine every bit as brightly as mine seem to do. And good morning one and all; welcome and enjoy.
This Wednesday morning finds me sitting at day sixteen. Two weeks and two days since I have last come. I can feel each of those days. My balls are full and bulge out around the cage and my cock is tingling inside the hard plastic shell. Sometimes I look at my caged cock and think of it as a bionic appendage; like I’m the Terminator and even my cock has a hard exoskeleton that nothing can penetrate. I know nothing can get out.
In today’s brief blog post I wanted to mention what happened to me yesterday; it is a surprise because what happened transpired four separate times during the course of my work day. As I went about my day, dealing with customers or the staff where I stopped for lunch, on four separate occasions people said to me totally by surprise that I was in a good mood. Was I? I did not think that I was, and looking back on yesterday as I type this up I truly don’t think that my mood was any different than the normal but I was obviously happy about something, was emitting waves of joy apparently, or I would not have received such unexpected and unsolicited comments on my mood.
Well, it got me to thinking; I do that a lot.
I believe that there is some spiritual growth in me thanks to my training with Mistress Cecilia; that there is spirituality in orgasm denial and I think that will be part of a future blog post. Ultimately, however, I think that my spirit is being fueled thanks to my stunningly beautiful owner and within that I have grown and improved and as my spirit has improved, so too has my mood and even if it isn’t obvious to me as the growth has come gradually and slowly it is so readily apparent that the world around me has commented upon it. Call it the boiling frog theory, or maybe the tortoise and the hare; slow and steady wins the race. Slow and steady growth.
My growth has fueled my spirit which has made my happiness blossom. It’s slow and subtle but it has to be there. Even now, as I type this up, I’m smiling thinking of Mistress Cecilia and serving her. She goes with me everywhere; her cage upon my cock and her spirit, her strength, with me as I go about my day. I have commented in an earlier blog past that she will be part of me until my last day on earth; as is my high-school sweetheart whose straight brown hair I can still see and the first girl I ever kissed and the countless other people whose paths have crossed with mine; they are all a part of me; adding up to the whole of who I am. I have experienced growth, emotional and spiritual and with it, happiness flourishes.
I am happy. Others can see it; others comment upon it. It’s a fabulous thing that elevates my already lifted spirits. And my happiness is reflected outward into the world around me as a happy, smiling, joyous mood hinted with a smile on my face and laughter in my eyes.
And, it is a glorious thing. I cannot thank Mistress Cecilia enough. For all that she is and all that she has done.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
This Wednesday morning finds me sitting at day sixteen. Two weeks and two days since I have last come. I can feel each of those days. My balls are full and bulge out around the cage and my cock is tingling inside the hard plastic shell. Sometimes I look at my caged cock and think of it as a bionic appendage; like I’m the Terminator and even my cock has a hard exoskeleton that nothing can penetrate. I know nothing can get out.
In today’s brief blog post I wanted to mention what happened to me yesterday; it is a surprise because what happened transpired four separate times during the course of my work day. As I went about my day, dealing with customers or the staff where I stopped for lunch, on four separate occasions people said to me totally by surprise that I was in a good mood. Was I? I did not think that I was, and looking back on yesterday as I type this up I truly don’t think that my mood was any different than the normal but I was obviously happy about something, was emitting waves of joy apparently, or I would not have received such unexpected and unsolicited comments on my mood.
Well, it got me to thinking; I do that a lot.
I believe that there is some spiritual growth in me thanks to my training with Mistress Cecilia; that there is spirituality in orgasm denial and I think that will be part of a future blog post. Ultimately, however, I think that my spirit is being fueled thanks to my stunningly beautiful owner and within that I have grown and improved and as my spirit has improved, so too has my mood and even if it isn’t obvious to me as the growth has come gradually and slowly it is so readily apparent that the world around me has commented upon it. Call it the boiling frog theory, or maybe the tortoise and the hare; slow and steady wins the race. Slow and steady growth.
My growth has fueled my spirit which has made my happiness blossom. It’s slow and subtle but it has to be there. Even now, as I type this up, I’m smiling thinking of Mistress Cecilia and serving her. She goes with me everywhere; her cage upon my cock and her spirit, her strength, with me as I go about my day. I have commented in an earlier blog past that she will be part of me until my last day on earth; as is my high-school sweetheart whose straight brown hair I can still see and the first girl I ever kissed and the countless other people whose paths have crossed with mine; they are all a part of me; adding up to the whole of who I am. I have experienced growth, emotional and spiritual and with it, happiness flourishes.
I am happy. Others can see it; others comment upon it. It’s a fabulous thing that elevates my already lifted spirits. And my happiness is reflected outward into the world around me as a happy, smiling, joyous mood hinted with a smile on my face and laughter in my eyes.
And, it is a glorious thing. I cannot thank Mistress Cecilia enough. For all that she is and all that she has done.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Attuned
Good morning Mistress Cecilia! I hope that your day is a pleasure; that the sun rises and sets on a day full of bliss and joy. Basically, that your day is every bit as wonderful as you are. And good morning one and all. Welcome to today’s post; I hope you enjoy your stay.
Today marks the fifteenth day that has elapsed since I have last come. At times it seems forever but history has proven that I can go much longer. It feels as bad as ever but as I have stated before I think it’s relative and the now always seems to be far worse than the before with the future becoming the now as the days unravel. Day fifteen… and counting.
Yesterday evening I was graced with a phone call with the stunningly sexy Mistress Cecilia. The instant message sounded telling me it was time to call and as I filled the sink with soapy water and grabbed the phone. I dialed the magic numbers, you know what they are, right? Instantly I was connected to Mistress Cecilia; I heard the musical timbre of her sexy voice and a smile erupted from my lips unbridled. Speaking with her is a happy thing.
We chatted for a few minutes and I enjoyed every second of it, no matter the topic Mistress Cecilia is well spoken and her intelligence shines through. We talked and chatted and finally I was instructed to take of my chastity cage.
I snapped the lock free and dropped each piece into the sink one by one. Naked, I made my way into my bedroom and as directed I poured a healthy pull of olive oil onto my cock and then began to stroke myself, pumping my hand up and down, my oily palm sliding over my slimy cock. Up and down my hand moved and just before I reached the edge, before I called out how close I was getting, Mistress Cecilia told me to stop. After all the phone calls we have had I think that whatever noises I make and I am not aware of them, I think that Mistress Cecilia is attuned to me that she knows by the noises I squeak how close I am getting; she’s attuned.
I was told to stroke with both hands and I obeyed. I stroked my cock with both hands, each working in tandem with the other and as I stroked I felt my tension rise, I felt my balls tighten up again as the edge approached and as I hit the plateau, where just a few more strokes and I will spill my need, I was commanded to stop. I pulled my hands away.
Next I was told to stroke my erection, alternating hands. This one was interesting. I stroked my cock with my right hand, up and down, and after a few cycles I stroked with my left hand, up and down. Swapping hands broke the cycle and it took a bit longer to reach the edge, but finally, after a few minutes, I once again approached the precipice of completion. My cock was tingling, my balls warm and pulled up tight into my body as the edge appeared. I pulled my hands away as Mistress Cecilia said, “no.”
I picked up the Fleshlight, poured a bit of olive oil down the soft throat of that pink tube, and slipped it onto my cock. Up and down I stroked my cock with that teasing, taunting, tantalizing toy and in no time I once again brought my needy body back to the brink of completion. I was commanded to stop and I pulled the Fleshlight off my cock and lay there, tense and quiet, breathing deeply as I waited for the immediate need to wane.
Next, I placed the Fleshlight onto the head of my cock. I twisted the Fleshlight and moved it up and down no more than two inches as I stroked only the head of my cock with the Fleshlight. My hand stroked, moving that fleshy tube up and down and once again I approached that knife’s edge of pleasure and as before I was commanded to stop. I, of course, obeyed; it is the most pleasurable thing, setting my wants aside to obey. That feeling fuels me.
I used my left hand to cup and fondle my balls as my right hand stroked the head and squeezed and twisted and palmed. I teased the head of my cock and fondled my tight balls, my oily hands slipping over my hot flesh. Then, after a few moments, I stroked my cock hard and fast as I was bade to do and in no time I once again brought myself to the brink of release only to suffer the joy of frustration.
I was commanded to wring it out and I did, twisting my cock with both hands back and forth like squeezing the water from a wet wash rag. I twisted and squeezed and gasped at the pleasure my cock was feeling, at the pleasure Mistress Cecilia brought me. Finally I was commanded to stroke my cock again and as before I pumped my fist over my erection and brought myself back to the brink of release. My body was taut, my lips and mouth dry as I held my body stiff waiting for the edge to recede like an old man’s hair.
Finally I was told that it was time to lock it back up. Can you imagine it, stroking to the edge time and again and then wanting to come you lock your sex into a chastity device? It is a blissful feeling of pure submission and even typing it up gives me chills and makes me smile. It is, to me, a wonderful feeling.
I climbed to my feet and made my way into the bathroom. I washed my crotch, wiping away most of the oil that coated my skin and left it shining in the soft light. I rinsed the suds off the hard plastic and then locked my cock away behind that unyielding plastic as Mistress Cecilia and I said good-bye. Finally, I snapped the picture and sent it on; my owner knows the status of my frustration as well. And I need that, too.
It was a great phone call, exciting and fun; I enjoy them all. I can’t thank Mistress Cecilia enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Today marks the fifteenth day that has elapsed since I have last come. At times it seems forever but history has proven that I can go much longer. It feels as bad as ever but as I have stated before I think it’s relative and the now always seems to be far worse than the before with the future becoming the now as the days unravel. Day fifteen… and counting.
Yesterday evening I was graced with a phone call with the stunningly sexy Mistress Cecilia. The instant message sounded telling me it was time to call and as I filled the sink with soapy water and grabbed the phone. I dialed the magic numbers, you know what they are, right? Instantly I was connected to Mistress Cecilia; I heard the musical timbre of her sexy voice and a smile erupted from my lips unbridled. Speaking with her is a happy thing.
We chatted for a few minutes and I enjoyed every second of it, no matter the topic Mistress Cecilia is well spoken and her intelligence shines through. We talked and chatted and finally I was instructed to take of my chastity cage.
I snapped the lock free and dropped each piece into the sink one by one. Naked, I made my way into my bedroom and as directed I poured a healthy pull of olive oil onto my cock and then began to stroke myself, pumping my hand up and down, my oily palm sliding over my slimy cock. Up and down my hand moved and just before I reached the edge, before I called out how close I was getting, Mistress Cecilia told me to stop. After all the phone calls we have had I think that whatever noises I make and I am not aware of them, I think that Mistress Cecilia is attuned to me that she knows by the noises I squeak how close I am getting; she’s attuned.
I was told to stroke with both hands and I obeyed. I stroked my cock with both hands, each working in tandem with the other and as I stroked I felt my tension rise, I felt my balls tighten up again as the edge approached and as I hit the plateau, where just a few more strokes and I will spill my need, I was commanded to stop. I pulled my hands away.
Next I was told to stroke my erection, alternating hands. This one was interesting. I stroked my cock with my right hand, up and down, and after a few cycles I stroked with my left hand, up and down. Swapping hands broke the cycle and it took a bit longer to reach the edge, but finally, after a few minutes, I once again approached the precipice of completion. My cock was tingling, my balls warm and pulled up tight into my body as the edge appeared. I pulled my hands away as Mistress Cecilia said, “no.”
I picked up the Fleshlight, poured a bit of olive oil down the soft throat of that pink tube, and slipped it onto my cock. Up and down I stroked my cock with that teasing, taunting, tantalizing toy and in no time I once again brought my needy body back to the brink of completion. I was commanded to stop and I pulled the Fleshlight off my cock and lay there, tense and quiet, breathing deeply as I waited for the immediate need to wane.
Next, I placed the Fleshlight onto the head of my cock. I twisted the Fleshlight and moved it up and down no more than two inches as I stroked only the head of my cock with the Fleshlight. My hand stroked, moving that fleshy tube up and down and once again I approached that knife’s edge of pleasure and as before I was commanded to stop. I, of course, obeyed; it is the most pleasurable thing, setting my wants aside to obey. That feeling fuels me.
I used my left hand to cup and fondle my balls as my right hand stroked the head and squeezed and twisted and palmed. I teased the head of my cock and fondled my tight balls, my oily hands slipping over my hot flesh. Then, after a few moments, I stroked my cock hard and fast as I was bade to do and in no time I once again brought myself to the brink of release only to suffer the joy of frustration.
I was commanded to wring it out and I did, twisting my cock with both hands back and forth like squeezing the water from a wet wash rag. I twisted and squeezed and gasped at the pleasure my cock was feeling, at the pleasure Mistress Cecilia brought me. Finally I was commanded to stroke my cock again and as before I pumped my fist over my erection and brought myself back to the brink of release. My body was taut, my lips and mouth dry as I held my body stiff waiting for the edge to recede like an old man’s hair.
Finally I was told that it was time to lock it back up. Can you imagine it, stroking to the edge time and again and then wanting to come you lock your sex into a chastity device? It is a blissful feeling of pure submission and even typing it up gives me chills and makes me smile. It is, to me, a wonderful feeling.
I climbed to my feet and made my way into the bathroom. I washed my crotch, wiping away most of the oil that coated my skin and left it shining in the soft light. I rinsed the suds off the hard plastic and then locked my cock away behind that unyielding plastic as Mistress Cecilia and I said good-bye. Finally, I snapped the picture and sent it on; my owner knows the status of my frustration as well. And I need that, too.
It was a great phone call, exciting and fun; I enjoy them all. I can’t thank Mistress Cecilia enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Learning
Mistress Cecilia, good morning to you, my sexy owner. I hope that this post finds you doing well. I truly wish nothing but the very best for you each and every day. And good morning to you, my happy visitors. I hope that you enjoy our stay.
This Monday morning marks two weeks since I have last come; fourteen days have ticked by and I can feel each of them as a tingling in my cock as I type this. White hot sparks of current dancing under the skin hiding inside my plastic prison. It is an interesting feeling, a hot need, desperation, and it is the feeling of ownership. I find it exciting and that also fuels my lust even higher which makes me feel owned, which fuels my soul and my need. Well, you get the idea.
It’s funny, I mentioned in yesterday’s blog post how Mistress Cecilia had me stroke just the head of my cock during our last phone call and how I held the base still and stroked just the top of my cock with my right hand. I had mentioned that I had never done that before and it made me realize just how many ways I have learned to stroke thanks to the stunning Mistress Cecilia.
During the course of my life I would stroke the same way every time; up and down, right hand playing with my erection until, ultimately, I would come. But Mistress Cecilia has opened up a world of experiences, a world of pleasure that I had never taken the time to learn. It is just another added benefit to the training that she has graced me with.
I won’t go into all of them, of course, if you want to know them, well, back in September I began my training and if you follow along you’ll hear of them all. Saturday was just another, new way in which I learned to stroke my cock.
Take barber-poling for instance; stroking upward while twisting your hand around your erection; it adds a dimension to the standard up and down motion. How about two hands, upward strokes only where it is like pulling your cock from a willing pussy and pulling out, and pulling out and pulling out and never finding the entrance that you had previously pierced. That one is fun. How about twisting your hand backwards, grabbing your cock with your hand upside down and your elbow pointing outward as you stroke; try it, it is totally different than the normal stroking motion even though it is surprisingly the same. One had or two, hips moving or still; I have learned so much.
Then there are the toys I have learned to enjoy; the Fleshlight being my favorite. The soft, pink tube that grips and tugs and ripples along my shaft as my cock drives into that soft flesh. I would have never thought of buying it until I fell under the guidance of the beautiful Mistress Cecilia; it is just one more thing I have to thank her for of which there are many ways she has made my life better. She is an amazing woman.
I have learned so much from this intelligent woman and as the days turn into weeks that fade into months I can’t help but ponder what new things I will learn as time unfolds into points unknown. That, too, is part of this amazing journey. And as with any good journey, it’s not the destination that is the goal, but the trip itself; the road that one travels unfurls into some of the deepest memories.
And the journey is a wonderful thing.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
This Monday morning marks two weeks since I have last come; fourteen days have ticked by and I can feel each of them as a tingling in my cock as I type this. White hot sparks of current dancing under the skin hiding inside my plastic prison. It is an interesting feeling, a hot need, desperation, and it is the feeling of ownership. I find it exciting and that also fuels my lust even higher which makes me feel owned, which fuels my soul and my need. Well, you get the idea.
It’s funny, I mentioned in yesterday’s blog post how Mistress Cecilia had me stroke just the head of my cock during our last phone call and how I held the base still and stroked just the top of my cock with my right hand. I had mentioned that I had never done that before and it made me realize just how many ways I have learned to stroke thanks to the stunning Mistress Cecilia.
During the course of my life I would stroke the same way every time; up and down, right hand playing with my erection until, ultimately, I would come. But Mistress Cecilia has opened up a world of experiences, a world of pleasure that I had never taken the time to learn. It is just another added benefit to the training that she has graced me with.
I won’t go into all of them, of course, if you want to know them, well, back in September I began my training and if you follow along you’ll hear of them all. Saturday was just another, new way in which I learned to stroke my cock.
Take barber-poling for instance; stroking upward while twisting your hand around your erection; it adds a dimension to the standard up and down motion. How about two hands, upward strokes only where it is like pulling your cock from a willing pussy and pulling out, and pulling out and pulling out and never finding the entrance that you had previously pierced. That one is fun. How about twisting your hand backwards, grabbing your cock with your hand upside down and your elbow pointing outward as you stroke; try it, it is totally different than the normal stroking motion even though it is surprisingly the same. One had or two, hips moving or still; I have learned so much.
Then there are the toys I have learned to enjoy; the Fleshlight being my favorite. The soft, pink tube that grips and tugs and ripples along my shaft as my cock drives into that soft flesh. I would have never thought of buying it until I fell under the guidance of the beautiful Mistress Cecilia; it is just one more thing I have to thank her for of which there are many ways she has made my life better. She is an amazing woman.
I have learned so much from this intelligent woman and as the days turn into weeks that fade into months I can’t help but ponder what new things I will learn as time unfolds into points unknown. That, too, is part of this amazing journey. And as with any good journey, it’s not the destination that is the goal, but the trip itself; the road that one travels unfurls into some of the deepest memories.
And the journey is a wonderful thing.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Head Games
Good morning, Mistress Cecilia! With luck this post will find your weekend going well. I hope that each day is better than the last; I truly want nothing but the very best for you. And good morning one and all. Welcome to my happy little blog. I hope you enjoy your visit.
Yesterday evening I was graced with a phone call with the stunningly sexy Mistress Cecilia. The message came in that it was time to call and I raced to the phone. I dialed the magic numbers and Mistress Cecilia and I spent some time just talking as I unlocked my chastity cage. It never ceases to amaze me what a joy it is to speak with her and her intelligence shines through with her words and thoughts; she is an amazing woman.
Finally, my cock free, and lying naked on the bed I was instructed to grab my lube and to oil her cock. I poured out a pull of the cold oil, coating my erection with the olive oil that resides by my bed. As instructed I began to pull my pecker, my hand sliding easily along my shaft as it has done for decades. I stroked my cock, driving my need higher and higher until I reached the plateau of frustration, the point where if I kept stroking I would spill my need.
I was told to stop.
I grabbed the string of anal beads as commanded and set them by my thigh. Once again I stroked my cock and brought myself to the brink of completion. Then, as the edge slowly faded I picked up the anal beads, turned them on full and held the buzzing motor on the head of my cock. It buzzed and danced and it felt as if the edge, while receding, was fading very slowly. The motor shifted around as I tried to find the most sensitive spot and I gasped as it hit the split V of my cock head. I held it there, struggling with shallow breaths and waited for the edge to wane.
Then, I learned yet another new way to stroke my cock. My left hand held the base of my cock and I pulled it downward while my right hand stroked just the head of my cock. With my hands held in place, I stroked the head, fast, short strokes. It felt great and I commented on how I had never stroked like that, as I hadn’t. My strokes were shorter but faster and in no time I reached the edge for the third time. And again I rode the edge for a few moments with the anal beads motor buzzing along the head of my turgid shaft.
A second time I edged just stroking the head of my cock and again, after that edge, I rode it out with the motor buzzing against my cock. My body trembled, my mouth was dry and my eyes were squinted shut. I noticed that I tense up as I ride the edge, and when I do, my toes curl and my eyes shut tight. It is something else I don’t seem to have any control over.
I turned off the anal beads and lubed up the Fleshlight. Slipping it onto my cock I stroked myself and quickly brought myself to the knife’s edge of completion for the fifth time. I cried out that I was “getting close,” and was told to stop. Then, Mistress Cecilia said that it was enough, that it was time to lock it back up.
I crawled out of bed and made my way into the bathroom. Mistress Cecilia and I chatted some more as I cleaned the cage and locked my cock back into its hard, plastic shell. We said goodbye as I snapped the picture. I hung up the phone and sent the picture one. I could feel my balls singing at me as if they were saying, “Come on,” and as they cried out their need I felt controlled.
I love that feeling. The feeling of being controlled, of giving part of myself to another; it makes me feel whole. For that, I can’t thank Mistress Cecilia enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Yesterday evening I was graced with a phone call with the stunningly sexy Mistress Cecilia. The message came in that it was time to call and I raced to the phone. I dialed the magic numbers and Mistress Cecilia and I spent some time just talking as I unlocked my chastity cage. It never ceases to amaze me what a joy it is to speak with her and her intelligence shines through with her words and thoughts; she is an amazing woman.
Finally, my cock free, and lying naked on the bed I was instructed to grab my lube and to oil her cock. I poured out a pull of the cold oil, coating my erection with the olive oil that resides by my bed. As instructed I began to pull my pecker, my hand sliding easily along my shaft as it has done for decades. I stroked my cock, driving my need higher and higher until I reached the plateau of frustration, the point where if I kept stroking I would spill my need.
I was told to stop.
I grabbed the string of anal beads as commanded and set them by my thigh. Once again I stroked my cock and brought myself to the brink of completion. Then, as the edge slowly faded I picked up the anal beads, turned them on full and held the buzzing motor on the head of my cock. It buzzed and danced and it felt as if the edge, while receding, was fading very slowly. The motor shifted around as I tried to find the most sensitive spot and I gasped as it hit the split V of my cock head. I held it there, struggling with shallow breaths and waited for the edge to wane.
Then, I learned yet another new way to stroke my cock. My left hand held the base of my cock and I pulled it downward while my right hand stroked just the head of my cock. With my hands held in place, I stroked the head, fast, short strokes. It felt great and I commented on how I had never stroked like that, as I hadn’t. My strokes were shorter but faster and in no time I reached the edge for the third time. And again I rode the edge for a few moments with the anal beads motor buzzing along the head of my turgid shaft.
A second time I edged just stroking the head of my cock and again, after that edge, I rode it out with the motor buzzing against my cock. My body trembled, my mouth was dry and my eyes were squinted shut. I noticed that I tense up as I ride the edge, and when I do, my toes curl and my eyes shut tight. It is something else I don’t seem to have any control over.
I turned off the anal beads and lubed up the Fleshlight. Slipping it onto my cock I stroked myself and quickly brought myself to the knife’s edge of completion for the fifth time. I cried out that I was “getting close,” and was told to stop. Then, Mistress Cecilia said that it was enough, that it was time to lock it back up.
I crawled out of bed and made my way into the bathroom. Mistress Cecilia and I chatted some more as I cleaned the cage and locked my cock back into its hard, plastic shell. We said goodbye as I snapped the picture. I hung up the phone and sent the picture one. I could feel my balls singing at me as if they were saying, “Come on,” and as they cried out their need I felt controlled.
I love that feeling. The feeling of being controlled, of giving part of myself to another; it makes me feel whole. For that, I can’t thank Mistress Cecilia enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Pantyhose
Good morning Mistress Cecilia! I hope that you had a great night and that today opens up a realm of happiness and joy. I truly wish nothing but the very best for you; you are a wonderful and amazing woman. Also, good morning one and all and welcome to today’s brief blog post. If you remember I have been trying to keep them shorter than the novels I have written one some of these daily messages.
Today marks an even twelve days since I have last come. A dozen days. Sitting here in my cage this morning I can feel my cock tingling slightly; that is a feeling I carry with me daily; it is a feeling of need. It is a feeling of submission. It is a feeling of ownership; I carry Mistress Cecilia with me in that slight tingling and hot testicles.
Yesterday afternoon, upon arriving home from work to start my weekend, I found a new assignment waiting for me from the stunningly sexy Mistress Cecilia. I read it and gathered up everything I would need. I pulled my MP3 player from the car and attached the iVibe to it and then I grabbed a pair of dark chocolate colored panty hose that I had bought for an assignment some months back. Setting both by the bed, I stripped off my clothes and freed my captive cock by snapping the lock free.
Lying on my bed I turned on my MP3 player and set it to random play. At first it didn’t seem to be moving and looking at it I realized I needed to crank up the volume. I hit the button and it started to dance and spin and shake. I held the toy over the head of my cock and then moved it along the shaft and over my full balls.
I clamped the dancing toy between my thighs and fed my right hand into one of the legs of the pantyhose. I grabbed my cock with my nylon clad right hand and used the iVibe with my left to drive my body to the brink of release. My toes flexed, my eyes shut, my breathing came fast between dry swallows as I waited for the first edge to pass.
Four more times I stroked my cock with the nylons material slipping against my erection. It was soft and smooth and without lube it was a little dry. It was hard to open my hand, the pantyhose kept my hand folded into a cup, I would open my fingers and they would be forced closed again. It was hand bondage.
The vibrator dancing against the head of my cock danced to the beat of the music driving it; slow and fast, on full and pulsing. In my ear the music rang out, the beat in my ear matching the motion of the vibrator against my skin. I really like the randomness of the iVibe; the unknown. I am a fan of the unknown, as I am a fan of not knowing when I will come again. Tomorrow? May? That is not up to me and I love that.
After my five edges I freed my hand from the nylon prison and turned off the iVibe, silencing Willie Nelson mid-song. I climbed to my feet and padded naked into the bathroom where I dried the pieces of the chastity device that had been soaking in the sink. I locked my cock away anew, snapping a fresh plastic lock in place. I made my way into the living room, snapped the picture and sent it on, another fun assignment complete. And it was fun; they all are. Each assignment, each call, is a chance to submit and I am happy in my submission. I am happy serving Mistress Cecilia. I have said it before; thank you Mistress Cecilia. I can’t say it enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Today marks an even twelve days since I have last come. A dozen days. Sitting here in my cage this morning I can feel my cock tingling slightly; that is a feeling I carry with me daily; it is a feeling of need. It is a feeling of submission. It is a feeling of ownership; I carry Mistress Cecilia with me in that slight tingling and hot testicles.
Yesterday afternoon, upon arriving home from work to start my weekend, I found a new assignment waiting for me from the stunningly sexy Mistress Cecilia. I read it and gathered up everything I would need. I pulled my MP3 player from the car and attached the iVibe to it and then I grabbed a pair of dark chocolate colored panty hose that I had bought for an assignment some months back. Setting both by the bed, I stripped off my clothes and freed my captive cock by snapping the lock free.
Lying on my bed I turned on my MP3 player and set it to random play. At first it didn’t seem to be moving and looking at it I realized I needed to crank up the volume. I hit the button and it started to dance and spin and shake. I held the toy over the head of my cock and then moved it along the shaft and over my full balls.
I clamped the dancing toy between my thighs and fed my right hand into one of the legs of the pantyhose. I grabbed my cock with my nylon clad right hand and used the iVibe with my left to drive my body to the brink of release. My toes flexed, my eyes shut, my breathing came fast between dry swallows as I waited for the first edge to pass.
Four more times I stroked my cock with the nylons material slipping against my erection. It was soft and smooth and without lube it was a little dry. It was hard to open my hand, the pantyhose kept my hand folded into a cup, I would open my fingers and they would be forced closed again. It was hand bondage.
The vibrator dancing against the head of my cock danced to the beat of the music driving it; slow and fast, on full and pulsing. In my ear the music rang out, the beat in my ear matching the motion of the vibrator against my skin. I really like the randomness of the iVibe; the unknown. I am a fan of the unknown, as I am a fan of not knowing when I will come again. Tomorrow? May? That is not up to me and I love that.
After my five edges I freed my hand from the nylon prison and turned off the iVibe, silencing Willie Nelson mid-song. I climbed to my feet and padded naked into the bathroom where I dried the pieces of the chastity device that had been soaking in the sink. I locked my cock away anew, snapping a fresh plastic lock in place. I made my way into the living room, snapped the picture and sent it on, another fun assignment complete. And it was fun; they all are. Each assignment, each call, is a chance to submit and I am happy in my submission. I am happy serving Mistress Cecilia. I have said it before; thank you Mistress Cecilia. I can’t say it enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Uno
Good morning, good morning. Happy Friday. With luck today’s blog post will find each of you doing well and that your weekend starts off as enjoyable as possible. And, much more importantly, good morning to you, Mistress Cecilia! I hope that your day is a pleasure to behold and that your weekend is every bit as wonderful as you are.
Once again it’s entirely too early to be out and about and I am rushing out the door and as such I will keep this post brief. Today marks the eleventh day that has passed since I have last come and my cock is straining within the clear confines of my chastity cage even as I type this up. I never know what will prompt a reaction, elicit an incomplete and trapped erection; the wind blowing, a short skirt, cleavage, the clock striking noon but I can feel the control Mistress Cecilia has over me and I savor that.
Yesterday evening, after arriving home from work, I found a new assignment waiting for me in my mailbox. And, as I always do, I hastened to obey. I stripped naked and padded into the bathroom where I freed my cock and dropped all the pieces into the sink where the water was flowing and the suds were rising. Naked, my cock now free, I made my way into the bedroom with a towel in hand. I draped the towel on the bed.
Part of the assignment was to wear thigh high stockings and I have a number of pairs of them. I grabbed a white pair and sitting on the bed I balled up the left and unfurled it up my leg, pulling it taut around my thigh. I did the same with my right leg and then standing I snorted a laugh as the stockings slipped lower. I grabbed a garter belt, stepped into it, and pulled it up to mid-thigh. I attached the four tabs to the falling stockings and then pulled the garter belt up to my waist. And I was erect, I love the feel of taut garter straps on my naked thighs.
I dropped onto my back and grabbed the string of anal beads and lubed them up and one by one I slid the first three into my ass. I gasped as they slipped in. With the fourth bead just resting against the entrance to my behind, I flipped the switch and set it to buzzing at the slowest setting.
I grabbed the olive oil that resides by my bed and poured it onto my erection, my cock bobbing in anticipation. I folded my hands together, my fingers entwining, my palms pressed together and slipped my cock into that pseudo pussy. I began to fuck upwards, sliding my cock into that slick opening as my ass gripped the beads that were singing inside my ass. Up and down my hips pulsed, my cock sliding against my palms.
I felt the edge appear, rushing up to me like a speeding subway car racing down a tunnel. I stopped, my hands unclasping and falling to my side. The buzzing beads kept the edge hovering just below the surface for a few moments and then finally I was able relax and unclench my tense and needy body. I turned off the beads and slipped them from my ass, the assignment complete.
One single edge. And it’s funny; I think it was more teasing that one edge than the five the day before. It was as if the engine had just warmed up and without even backing out of the driveway you turn off the car and climb back into the house. One edge. Uno.
I climbed to my feet, stripped off my garter belt and stocking and then took a shower to wash away the olive oil. I climbed from the shower and locked my cock away again. My throat was thick, my need heavy; I could feel the ache in my full and heavy balls. I was horny. I am horny and frustrated; my balls are full and I can feel them radiating heat.
I made my way into the living room, snapped the picture and sent it to Mistress Cecilia smiling as I did. It was a fun assignment and it, as they all do, increased my need and made me feel controlled. Made me feel owned. It is a wonderful and joyous feeling and I cherish it. I can’t thank Mistress Cecilia enough for that feeling.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Once again it’s entirely too early to be out and about and I am rushing out the door and as such I will keep this post brief. Today marks the eleventh day that has passed since I have last come and my cock is straining within the clear confines of my chastity cage even as I type this up. I never know what will prompt a reaction, elicit an incomplete and trapped erection; the wind blowing, a short skirt, cleavage, the clock striking noon but I can feel the control Mistress Cecilia has over me and I savor that.
Yesterday evening, after arriving home from work, I found a new assignment waiting for me in my mailbox. And, as I always do, I hastened to obey. I stripped naked and padded into the bathroom where I freed my cock and dropped all the pieces into the sink where the water was flowing and the suds were rising. Naked, my cock now free, I made my way into the bedroom with a towel in hand. I draped the towel on the bed.
Part of the assignment was to wear thigh high stockings and I have a number of pairs of them. I grabbed a white pair and sitting on the bed I balled up the left and unfurled it up my leg, pulling it taut around my thigh. I did the same with my right leg and then standing I snorted a laugh as the stockings slipped lower. I grabbed a garter belt, stepped into it, and pulled it up to mid-thigh. I attached the four tabs to the falling stockings and then pulled the garter belt up to my waist. And I was erect, I love the feel of taut garter straps on my naked thighs.
I dropped onto my back and grabbed the string of anal beads and lubed them up and one by one I slid the first three into my ass. I gasped as they slipped in. With the fourth bead just resting against the entrance to my behind, I flipped the switch and set it to buzzing at the slowest setting.
I grabbed the olive oil that resides by my bed and poured it onto my erection, my cock bobbing in anticipation. I folded my hands together, my fingers entwining, my palms pressed together and slipped my cock into that pseudo pussy. I began to fuck upwards, sliding my cock into that slick opening as my ass gripped the beads that were singing inside my ass. Up and down my hips pulsed, my cock sliding against my palms.
I felt the edge appear, rushing up to me like a speeding subway car racing down a tunnel. I stopped, my hands unclasping and falling to my side. The buzzing beads kept the edge hovering just below the surface for a few moments and then finally I was able relax and unclench my tense and needy body. I turned off the beads and slipped them from my ass, the assignment complete.
One single edge. And it’s funny; I think it was more teasing that one edge than the five the day before. It was as if the engine had just warmed up and without even backing out of the driveway you turn off the car and climb back into the house. One edge. Uno.
I climbed to my feet, stripped off my garter belt and stocking and then took a shower to wash away the olive oil. I climbed from the shower and locked my cock away again. My throat was thick, my need heavy; I could feel the ache in my full and heavy balls. I was horny. I am horny and frustrated; my balls are full and I can feel them radiating heat.
I made my way into the living room, snapped the picture and sent it to Mistress Cecilia smiling as I did. It was a fun assignment and it, as they all do, increased my need and made me feel controlled. Made me feel owned. It is a wonderful and joyous feeling and I cherish it. I can’t thank Mistress Cecilia enough for that feeling.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Ballet Boots
Good morning Mistress Cecilia! With any luck this Thursday morning will open up a world of delight and turn into a blessing to behold; I hope that every day is better than the one before. And good morning any and all visitors. Welcome. I hope you enjoy your stay.
Today marks an even ten days since I have last come; nowhere near my record but I can feel my need in the pit of my stomach and my cock, straining inside its prison is demanding attention. Some mornings are worse than others as some minutes are tougher than the one before. This morning I can feel my need rising through my hot crotch to settle as a ball of tension in my stomach. It’s like I need to swallow a lump that won’t quite go down. It may sound bad but truthfully it reminds me of Mistress Cecilia’s control and I enjoy it completely.
Yesterday evening, upon returning home from work I found a new assignment waiting for me. I stripped naked and freed my cock, dropping the cage into the sink. Then, I gathered up the dildo and a small glass of water as well as the olive oil and a towel. I set the towel on the bed, put the water on the nightstand and put the olive oil on the floor by my dresser. Finally, I grabbed my ballet slippers which have to be one of the kinkiest things I own and my full body stocking made of black lace. I donned the body stocking, sliding my legs into the toes and pulling them up my leg. I shimmied into the stocking and slipped my arms into each sleeve.
Dressed, I sat on my bed and began to lace up my ballet boots. They are black and shiny and have a heel that is about nine inches tall. I slipped my right foot in the boot and spent a good three minutes lacing the boot. I was sweating by the time I had the boot fully fastened. I grabbed the other heel and forced my toes downward into the severe point and laced that shoe up as well. I was forced to keep my toes pointed down as I climbed shakily to my feet to reach over and grab the dildo and lube before settling back onto the bed.
Lying on my back I lubed the large cock and worked it into my ass, exhaling slowly as the invader slipped in inch by filling inch. I lay there for a good moment growing accustomed to the full feeling and then stood up and then dropped to my knees; standing was all but impossible and with my ass plugged it was even more difficult. On my hands and knees I grabbed the cup of water and moistened the suction cup base before crawling in place and adhering the dildo to the side of my dresser, my pointed toes underneath the dresser. I was pinned and stuffed and ready to begin fucking my ass.
I leaned over and pulled the towel off my bed and spread it out under my crotch. Next, I began to fuck my ass. I slid my ass free and then rocked backwards until my ass hit the dresser with a fleshy smack. For a good five minutes I concentrated on just fucking my ass and getting used to the full feeling. Back and forth, in and out, I fucked my ass; Mistress Cecilia fucked my ass.
Breathing heavily and still sweating I propped myself up and then poured some olive oil over my erection watching as the cold liquid dripped onto the towel beneath me. Kneeling there, my back arched and my ass full of the flesh-colored invader I began to stroke my needy cock; my right hand a blur of motion as I masturbated myself to the brink of completion. Higher and higher my need rose with each passing stroke until I felt the first edge appear. I stopped, my stomach tight, my ass clenching the dildo buried deep and waited, breathing slowly, until the edge waned enough to stroke anew.
Four more times I brought myself to the brink of release only to stop stroking and wait, ass full, stomach tense, toes pointed in the tight boots for the edge to pass. Five times total I edged, fueling my need with each one, my horniness rising with each passing plateau. I swallowed, feeling my ass pulse on the dildo buried there. Finally, with my stroking done, I pulled my ass free and again smiled at the dildo hanging from the wall of my dresser. It reminded me of some avant garde art exhibit in some major metropolitan gallery.
I spun around and sat on the towel and untied the boots on my feet. Setting them aside, I stood up, stripped off the nylon body stocking and naked I made my way into the bathroom where I showered, shaved the tiny growth of stubble on my crotch and cock and ball. I stepped from the tub and dried both my wet body and the pieces to my chastity cage. I spent a few minutes locking my cock away again before snapping the picture and sending it on. Even then, as now, I could feel the tingling need; the white noise of desperation.
And I felt owned.
It was a fun assignment that left me feeling content and happy; horny to be sure, but ultimately very happy. Happy to be controlled. I can’t thank Mistress Cecilia enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Today marks an even ten days since I have last come; nowhere near my record but I can feel my need in the pit of my stomach and my cock, straining inside its prison is demanding attention. Some mornings are worse than others as some minutes are tougher than the one before. This morning I can feel my need rising through my hot crotch to settle as a ball of tension in my stomach. It’s like I need to swallow a lump that won’t quite go down. It may sound bad but truthfully it reminds me of Mistress Cecilia’s control and I enjoy it completely.
Yesterday evening, upon returning home from work I found a new assignment waiting for me. I stripped naked and freed my cock, dropping the cage into the sink. Then, I gathered up the dildo and a small glass of water as well as the olive oil and a towel. I set the towel on the bed, put the water on the nightstand and put the olive oil on the floor by my dresser. Finally, I grabbed my ballet slippers which have to be one of the kinkiest things I own and my full body stocking made of black lace. I donned the body stocking, sliding my legs into the toes and pulling them up my leg. I shimmied into the stocking and slipped my arms into each sleeve.
Dressed, I sat on my bed and began to lace up my ballet boots. They are black and shiny and have a heel that is about nine inches tall. I slipped my right foot in the boot and spent a good three minutes lacing the boot. I was sweating by the time I had the boot fully fastened. I grabbed the other heel and forced my toes downward into the severe point and laced that shoe up as well. I was forced to keep my toes pointed down as I climbed shakily to my feet to reach over and grab the dildo and lube before settling back onto the bed.
Lying on my back I lubed the large cock and worked it into my ass, exhaling slowly as the invader slipped in inch by filling inch. I lay there for a good moment growing accustomed to the full feeling and then stood up and then dropped to my knees; standing was all but impossible and with my ass plugged it was even more difficult. On my hands and knees I grabbed the cup of water and moistened the suction cup base before crawling in place and adhering the dildo to the side of my dresser, my pointed toes underneath the dresser. I was pinned and stuffed and ready to begin fucking my ass.
I leaned over and pulled the towel off my bed and spread it out under my crotch. Next, I began to fuck my ass. I slid my ass free and then rocked backwards until my ass hit the dresser with a fleshy smack. For a good five minutes I concentrated on just fucking my ass and getting used to the full feeling. Back and forth, in and out, I fucked my ass; Mistress Cecilia fucked my ass.
Breathing heavily and still sweating I propped myself up and then poured some olive oil over my erection watching as the cold liquid dripped onto the towel beneath me. Kneeling there, my back arched and my ass full of the flesh-colored invader I began to stroke my needy cock; my right hand a blur of motion as I masturbated myself to the brink of completion. Higher and higher my need rose with each passing stroke until I felt the first edge appear. I stopped, my stomach tight, my ass clenching the dildo buried deep and waited, breathing slowly, until the edge waned enough to stroke anew.
Four more times I brought myself to the brink of release only to stop stroking and wait, ass full, stomach tense, toes pointed in the tight boots for the edge to pass. Five times total I edged, fueling my need with each one, my horniness rising with each passing plateau. I swallowed, feeling my ass pulse on the dildo buried there. Finally, with my stroking done, I pulled my ass free and again smiled at the dildo hanging from the wall of my dresser. It reminded me of some avant garde art exhibit in some major metropolitan gallery.
I spun around and sat on the towel and untied the boots on my feet. Setting them aside, I stood up, stripped off the nylon body stocking and naked I made my way into the bathroom where I showered, shaved the tiny growth of stubble on my crotch and cock and ball. I stepped from the tub and dried both my wet body and the pieces to my chastity cage. I spent a few minutes locking my cock away again before snapping the picture and sending it on. Even then, as now, I could feel the tingling need; the white noise of desperation.
And I felt owned.
It was a fun assignment that left me feeling content and happy; horny to be sure, but ultimately very happy. Happy to be controlled. I can’t thank Mistress Cecilia enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Provocatalk
Good morning Mistress Cecilia. With luck this post will find you doing well and I truly hope that your day is a joy to behold. And good morning one and all, welcome. I hope you enjoy your stay if it’s the first or the fiftieth visit.
Once again it’s early and I am rushing out the door and so I will keep this brief. Today marks the ninth day to have passed since I have last come. I can feel the heat in my balls and at random, unpredictable times my cock will try to grow erect behind the unforgiving cage of my chastity device. And every time it does I feel the strength of the beautiful Mistress Cecilia. It is a glorious thing.
I have been fortunate enough to be able to hear most of Mistress Cecilia’s shows that she does on Talk Shoe. I could spend a few million words talking about the trials and tribulations that Talk Shoe has wrought and how beautifully Mistress Cecilia was able to persevere and push through and still make the shows shine with her grace and intelligent, but that has been done to death. Instead, I wanted to talk briefly about the three shows that Mistress Cecilia does host or co-host and to post those links.
On Wednesday Mistress Cecilia runs Fabulous Femme Chat on Talk Shoe. If you have not heard it, it is a great show where the topic of fashion and crossdressing and all things girly is discussed. From panties to wedding gowns, prom dresses to going out dressed, every topic is done with class and flair and Mistress Cecilia’s intelligence and compassion shines through. I highly recommend you stopping by http://www.talkshoe.com/tc/15681 on Wednesday nights at 9 Eastern for a feminine good time.
Mistress Cecilia and Miz Ava join forces Saturday nights at 10 P.M. eastern at http://www.talkshoe.com/tc/11924 for Vox Erotic radio. This show is a hit; these two ladies delight and entertain the audience with their playful tone and informative dialog. Drop by for interviews with other LDW mistresses and fun and games. It’s fun and the two ladies are a delight.
Finally, come to Strange Sex Sundays at http://www.talkshoe.com/tc/15679 on Sunday nights at 8:05 eastern time. Miss Claire joins Mistress Cecilia for discussions about strange fetishes and kinky news. It’s both fun and informative; what more could you ask for? The manner in which Miss Claire and Mistress Cecilia interact shows how well they compliment in other. It’s a great show hosted by two lovely ladies.
Each of these shows are worth checking out. If you are curious about them, drop by Talk Shoe and download past episodes and take a listen. They are all worth hearing. I look forward to each show. And, if you’re so inclined, drop into tonight’s show. I’ll be there and I’ll be sure to say hello. It’ll be fun and informative; they always are. I can’t think of a single show where I didn’t pull out at least a sliver of knowledge I had not known at the onset. I always learn something. I have to thank Mistress Cecilia for that and I can’t thank her enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours
Once again it’s early and I am rushing out the door and so I will keep this brief. Today marks the ninth day to have passed since I have last come. I can feel the heat in my balls and at random, unpredictable times my cock will try to grow erect behind the unforgiving cage of my chastity device. And every time it does I feel the strength of the beautiful Mistress Cecilia. It is a glorious thing.
I have been fortunate enough to be able to hear most of Mistress Cecilia’s shows that she does on Talk Shoe. I could spend a few million words talking about the trials and tribulations that Talk Shoe has wrought and how beautifully Mistress Cecilia was able to persevere and push through and still make the shows shine with her grace and intelligent, but that has been done to death. Instead, I wanted to talk briefly about the three shows that Mistress Cecilia does host or co-host and to post those links.
On Wednesday Mistress Cecilia runs Fabulous Femme Chat on Talk Shoe. If you have not heard it, it is a great show where the topic of fashion and crossdressing and all things girly is discussed. From panties to wedding gowns, prom dresses to going out dressed, every topic is done with class and flair and Mistress Cecilia’s intelligence and compassion shines through. I highly recommend you stopping by http://www.talkshoe.com/tc/15681 on Wednesday nights at 9 Eastern for a feminine good time.
Mistress Cecilia and Miz Ava join forces Saturday nights at 10 P.M. eastern at http://www.talkshoe.com/tc/11924 for Vox Erotic radio. This show is a hit; these two ladies delight and entertain the audience with their playful tone and informative dialog. Drop by for interviews with other LDW mistresses and fun and games. It’s fun and the two ladies are a delight.
Finally, come to Strange Sex Sundays at http://www.talkshoe.com/tc/15679 on Sunday nights at 8:05 eastern time. Miss Claire joins Mistress Cecilia for discussions about strange fetishes and kinky news. It’s both fun and informative; what more could you ask for? The manner in which Miss Claire and Mistress Cecilia interact shows how well they compliment in other. It’s a great show hosted by two lovely ladies.
Each of these shows are worth checking out. If you are curious about them, drop by Talk Shoe and download past episodes and take a listen. They are all worth hearing. I look forward to each show. And, if you’re so inclined, drop into tonight’s show. I’ll be there and I’ll be sure to say hello. It’ll be fun and informative; they always are. I can’t think of a single show where I didn’t pull out at least a sliver of knowledge I had not known at the onset. I always learn something. I have to thank Mistress Cecilia for that and I can’t thank her enough.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Music Lesson
Good morning Mistress Cecilia. I hope that you have a truly joyous and wonderful day; I hope that your day tops yesterday and is that it is dwarfed by tomorrow. I truly wish nothing but the very best for you. And good morning one and all. Welcome to my blog; I hope that you enjoy your stay. And a happy April to you all.
Yesterday, upon returning from work I found a new assignment from the stunning Mistress Cecilia waiting for me. I read it, read it again and then downloaded the audio that I was to stroke to. I was looking forward to this task; I have heard most, if not all, of Mistress Cecilia’s audios but I had not listened to them for the first time until after I had first locked my cock away behind the hard plastic of my chastity device. This would be the first time I would actually get to stroke to one of her delicious audios.
I downloaded the audio and saved it to my desktop. I made my way into the bathroom and unlocked my cage and then grabbed the Fleshlight and olive oil and a towel and walked back into my living room. I draped the towel onto my desk chair and then not totally certain what the assignment entailed I sat down at my desk and listened to the audio from in its entirety. Hearing it the first time made my cock grow hard, yet I did not stroke. Not this time through. This run through was research.
I listened through the audio and was throbbing long before the file ended. And I understood the assignment as it was written. I set it up to start anew after lubing my cock and pouring some olive oil down the soft tube of the Fleshlight. I slipped my cock into the tube and then hit play for the second time. I began my own music lesson.
Tempo: my lesson on speed. A drumming sound started and I moved the Fleshlight up and down, stroking my cock to the speed of the drum. During one call with Mistress Cecilia, she had counted out some numbers, one, two, three four five, six seven, eight, nine, ten. She varied the speed of her counting as she varied the tempo of the throbbing drum and I had enjoyed that, it was an added layer of her control over me and I enjoy and savor her control. I stroked my cock to the speed of the Fleshlight and when that lesson ended I moved my arm quickly and reached the first edge of this fun assignment.
Pulse: my lesson on where the beat was. Again I stroked my cock with the Fleshlight as I listened to a throbbing beat. Up and down my hand moved, steady and sure. The beat became faster and my hand moved as quickly. I was glad I had listened to the audio one time through before I started so that I could anticipate what was to happen. I stroked my cock to Mistress Cecilia’s cadence and once again I drove myself to that brink of release.
Rhythm: my next lesson. Sitting up straight, good posture as commanded, I stroked my cock to the sound of the drum and the crescendo of the cymbals I pumped the Fleshlight up and down, my hard cock standing as straight as my back. For the third time I brought my needy body to the plateau of completion only to pull the Fleshlight away, my orgasm denied.
Release: the fourth part of the music lesson began, the release, the part where the song would end. I however, would not be having any release. I heard what sounded like a wind chime tinkle musically and fade away softly and then the fun and fantastic audio ended. I stroked my cock with the Fleshlight and brought myself back to the tense, needy edge.
I stood and made my way into the bathroom, my oily cock leading the way. I climbed into the shower and washed away the oil and shaved my crotch anew. Clean of oil and freshly denuded I climbed from the water and dried my cock and then dried the chastity cage. I spent a few minutes locking my frustration behind the plastic cage and then snapped a picture of my caged penis and sent it to Mistress Cecilia. She knows the status of her cock.
It was a fantastic assignment and a fun and entertaining audio. It was like Mistress Cecilia was stroking my cock; which was how it felt during that one call where Mistress Cecilia had counted out her numbers at her varying cadence. I enjoyed the assignment, I truthfully enjoy them all. Once again Mistress Cecilia showed her intelligence and creativity. She is an amazing woman with a fantastic, fun, and sexy mind.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
Yesterday, upon returning from work I found a new assignment from the stunning Mistress Cecilia waiting for me. I read it, read it again and then downloaded the audio that I was to stroke to. I was looking forward to this task; I have heard most, if not all, of Mistress Cecilia’s audios but I had not listened to them for the first time until after I had first locked my cock away behind the hard plastic of my chastity device. This would be the first time I would actually get to stroke to one of her delicious audios.
I downloaded the audio and saved it to my desktop. I made my way into the bathroom and unlocked my cage and then grabbed the Fleshlight and olive oil and a towel and walked back into my living room. I draped the towel onto my desk chair and then not totally certain what the assignment entailed I sat down at my desk and listened to the audio from in its entirety. Hearing it the first time made my cock grow hard, yet I did not stroke. Not this time through. This run through was research.
I listened through the audio and was throbbing long before the file ended. And I understood the assignment as it was written. I set it up to start anew after lubing my cock and pouring some olive oil down the soft tube of the Fleshlight. I slipped my cock into the tube and then hit play for the second time. I began my own music lesson.
Tempo: my lesson on speed. A drumming sound started and I moved the Fleshlight up and down, stroking my cock to the speed of the drum. During one call with Mistress Cecilia, she had counted out some numbers, one, two, three four five, six seven, eight, nine, ten. She varied the speed of her counting as she varied the tempo of the throbbing drum and I had enjoyed that, it was an added layer of her control over me and I enjoy and savor her control. I stroked my cock to the speed of the Fleshlight and when that lesson ended I moved my arm quickly and reached the first edge of this fun assignment.
Pulse: my lesson on where the beat was. Again I stroked my cock with the Fleshlight as I listened to a throbbing beat. Up and down my hand moved, steady and sure. The beat became faster and my hand moved as quickly. I was glad I had listened to the audio one time through before I started so that I could anticipate what was to happen. I stroked my cock to Mistress Cecilia’s cadence and once again I drove myself to that brink of release.
Rhythm: my next lesson. Sitting up straight, good posture as commanded, I stroked my cock to the sound of the drum and the crescendo of the cymbals I pumped the Fleshlight up and down, my hard cock standing as straight as my back. For the third time I brought my needy body to the plateau of completion only to pull the Fleshlight away, my orgasm denied.
Release: the fourth part of the music lesson began, the release, the part where the song would end. I however, would not be having any release. I heard what sounded like a wind chime tinkle musically and fade away softly and then the fun and fantastic audio ended. I stroked my cock with the Fleshlight and brought myself back to the tense, needy edge.
I stood and made my way into the bathroom, my oily cock leading the way. I climbed into the shower and washed away the oil and shaved my crotch anew. Clean of oil and freshly denuded I climbed from the water and dried my cock and then dried the chastity cage. I spent a few minutes locking my frustration behind the plastic cage and then snapped a picture of my caged penis and sent it to Mistress Cecilia. She knows the status of her cock.
It was a fantastic assignment and a fun and entertaining audio. It was like Mistress Cecilia was stroking my cock; which was how it felt during that one call where Mistress Cecilia had counted out her numbers at her varying cadence. I enjoyed the assignment, I truthfully enjoy them all. Once again Mistress Cecilia showed her intelligence and creativity. She is an amazing woman with a fantastic, fun, and sexy mind.
Thank You Mistress Cecilia.
Humbly and Happily Yours.
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