Saturday, January 2, 2016

Day Three

As i write this, according to my Days Since app, it has been 3 days, 2 hours and 57 minutes since i put myself into my Mature Metal chastity cage and closed the lock.  She is aware that i am locked but doesn't seem too interested in playing; She's been through a lot lately and still isn't fully healed so i understand Her lack of desire to play.

Only three days in and my desire for sexual contact of any kind is starting to increase.  i can feel the urges to handle things myself increasing but i really want to resist so not having the keys to my relief, so to speak, is very helpful.  This is just a short post for today - more like a journal entry.

i will say, since it has been so long since i've locked away, the slight discomfort that arises from time to time is a reminder to me of why i do this: not for me, but for Her.  It increases my focus on things that should matter more to me.

my to do list for today:
(1) develop a weekly chore list to ease Her burden going into the new year (if anyone has one, i'd love to see it)
(2) walk or run 10,000 steps
(3) clean up the kitchen

Monday, September 15, 2014

Time for a Quickie

Just to let those who follow this blog know, i have slipped back into the Public Enemy Number 1 (thanks, at least in part, to a brief exchange with @TheMistressCara over the weekend).  i want to wear it as much as i can to determine whether it is more sturdy than the old CB6000s.

i will be removing it for exercising and for showering.  During exercise, i experience chaffing no matter what device i wear (the Birdlocked seems to be the most tolerable) and i am still trying to shed some weight.  During showering, i just need to be able to shave and to feel clean.

i also have bought the mystim i should be able to play with electro stimulation at some juncture, maybe as early as this weekend.

i will probably post a revised review with pictures taken by myself at some point in the future.  In the meantime, have a great week. xx

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Why She Returns

A quiet knock on the door.  No reply. He stares at his computer.  Again.  Three gentle, almost silent knocks.

He stands, smoothing his suit pants and straightening the lapels of his jacket.  Slowly, he approaches the door.  As he reaches for the handle, the knocking begins again, only to be interrupted by his pulling the door open and away from the delicate fingers curled into a fist.

"Come in.  Please." No other words need be spoken.

She enters his office, his private respite from the world outside.  His office.  His world.  His rules.  He is in command in his office.  She knows this and she enters willingly, wantonly.  He knows this.

She stands next to his desk.  He remains by the door.  She does not look back but his stare pierces her soul.  She shivers.

He quietly, slowly, methodically closes the door.  With a click, the lock seals them together inside his world.

She remains motionless at the side of his desk until she feels his breath on her exposed neck.  She left her hair up, just as he likes.  He is immediately behind her.  His chest...her back...moving in rhythm with their synchronized breathing.  She feels him.  Her knees begin to weaken.  Her body finds that place of familiar craving.

The tip of his nose begins to trace a line up the side of her neck until her reaches her ear.  He dwells and then slowly traces her ear with his nose.  His lips rake along a lower portion of her ear.  Nibbling on her ear lobe, he begins to whisper into her ear; she obeys.

Her black pencil skirt is raised to reveal the garters securing her black seamed hosiery in place.  Her delicate panties overlying the garters are exposed to him as she hooks her thumbs under their waistband and slowly lowers them.  As she bends to remove her panties, he grabs a fistful of her hair and holds her in position, bent over the top of his desk.  She she has been trained to do...her panties in her hands and her hands at her knees.

He delicately rubs her exposed ass as he begins the ritual that she only knows too well.  Frightened, intimidated yet excited, she remains still.  He continues rubbing as he moves to the side and begins lightly tapping, which progresses until his hand is in a full frenzy of violent movement.  Tears fall from her eyes...silently.  He slows again and, with only his fingertips, he softly caresses her now reddened ass.  He ends this phase just as he has begun...his hand full of her hair.

As he pulls her upright by her hair, she drops her panties and she steps free of them and steps from her black polished heels.  He turns her towards him and pulls her mouth to his.  Deeply.  Passionately.  He kisses her.  His lips on hers.  Nibbling.  Exploring.  His arms now pulling her into him.  His passion.  Her fire.  Their emotion.  Their connection.

He lifts her onto his desk as they remain entwined.  She first loosens and the removes his tie...hopeful.  Her kisses move from his mouth and down his neck while her fingers deftly manipulate the buttons of his shirt.  With each released button, her mouth moves down his chiseled chest and abdominal muscles, nibbling, sucking, licking and tracing a line downward.  Suddenly, without warning, he yanks her head back.  He locks lips with her once again and then quickly recoils, placing his fingers on her lips.  With his fingers, he instructs her to move to the wooden chair to one side of his office.

With her seated on the chair, using his tie, he binds her to the chair with her hands behind the backrest.  Slowly, methodically, he unclasps her stockings from her garters.  Patiently, he slides them the full length of her legs.  He kisses along the length of each of her legs, alternating from one to the other.  He works the insides of the thighs and he dwells at her knees, her ankles and finally her toes.  Using each of the stockings, he binds each of her legs to the chair was well.

He turns to his desk and retrieves his wooden ruler.  She trembles ever so slightly, which arouses him even more.  He kneels before her and the irony of his kneeling position is not lost on her.  Using the ruler, he delivers tender yet consistent blows along her thighs as if to remind her that his kneeling is not out of submission to her but out of respect to her.

The blood flow rising to the surface reddens her thighs.  The pain increases.  He looks deeply into her eyes; they connect on a level far beyond that of mere verbal communication.  He takes her places through pain; places she can never reach without him.  He ceases the blows and begins gentle kisses.  The pleasure begins to replace the pain.  His tender kisses breaking her.  Tears well up.  His kisses trail upward along her thighs until she erupts with a single touch of his hand.

She shakes violently.  The ecstasy is devastating.  The love is crippling.  She beings to weep.  Helpless yet strong.  Addled yet clear of mind.  She is his, totally and completely.  He remains still, allowing her this moment.  As the shaking recedes to trembling he releases her bonds and he holds her.  She is limb in his arms; she is home.

This is why she returns.

Items Needed: Tie and Ruler; Secretary Outfit