Life gets in the way sometimes

I haven't posted anything lately because, well, there hasn't been a whole lot to post since the last steamy entry into this blog.

Mistress and I have fallen out of the kink scene as of late due to an abundance of real life work hours, promotions (mine. Huzzah!) and stress over juggling too many things at once.

About 2 weeks after the last post when Mistress fucked me she allowed me to cum inside of her during real, penetrative sex. She's let me do the same several times since then, and the whole D/s relationship has pretty much been forgotten for the moment.

I still lasted longer than I ever have in chastity this time around. Perhaps we'll play again some day in the same way. From what I've read on some of the other blogs that I've found through keyheld.blogspot.com this can be an off and on type of kink.

I'm ok with that.

It's fun to push boundries, but only when both parties are all in. Lately our head space just hasn't been there. We need each other in a more equal and balanced way than what our kinky lifestyle was providing.

Perhaps that's just because we haven't worked out exactly how to do this "properly" yet. Maybe we'll learn as we move forward with out marriage how to both be kinky and deal with stressful times (not bad mind you, just stressful) at the same time. But we're still young and learning.

I will say though, it's nice to be able to get so many PIV orgasms after previously getting none at all!

"I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop...

And then you can cum as much as you want."

That's what Mistress Luchia had told me Monday morning. I hadn't remembered it, as I thought it was just a sexy thing to say at the time. I was wrong though.

When I got home from work last night, I took a shower, had some wine, and after being forgetful again I grabbed my milking box from the corner and presented it to her.

"Will you please fuck me and milk me Mistress?" I asked.

She told me to strip, and kneel on my hands and knees on the bed. I put my head down and she got a long thin black scarf from somewhere. Mistress tied my balls and cock tightly at the base, and then she tied each long, free end to each of my ankles. I couldn't stand up straight, and I couldn't get out of my kneeling position without causing myself a lot of discomfort.

Where did she learn that?

I kept my head down as she put some analese on my ass  and then started to fuck me. It was light at first, but then it got harder. Then it got harder still. Then it was fast, and hard, and light exploded behind my eyes as I moaned and clawed at the bedsheets.

I was screaming into the pillow and biting against the pain from being fucked so hard and fast. Earlier in the day I had mentioned to her that there was a forum I'd seen that tells you how to make a home made fucking machine.

"You don't need a fucking machine. You have me. Aren't you my little bitch?"

I couldn't answer her. My concentration was on trying to keep my ass open and presented to her constantly pounding cock in my ass. A stiff, 8 inch replica cock with only a slight amount of give.

Finally I remembered how to speak. I cried out "Please!"

"Please What?" she asked.

"please... stop..."

That was the end. She did. She stopped fucking me.

I was relieved when she pulled her cock out of me, but at the same time it felt empty after being so abused. I couldn't move. I couldn't think at the time. I just stayed collapsed on the bed until I heard the shower start in the bathroom.

I went to join Mistress and we talked about how it went. I was still dazed and fuzzy, which felt good.

She asked me if she broke me, and I nodded, as I had never begged anyone to stop anything before. She also said that next time she wouldn't stop when I begged her too.

25 minutes. She was disappointed though. She was shooting for 30.

Once we were out of the shower she took me back to the bed and started playing with my cock. I wasn't sure if I could do any more, but I managed after a bit of her toying with me.

She pushed me onto my back and put my inside of her and started to ride me, hard and fast. I asked if I was allowed to cum and she leaned over and pushed her body against mine. Mistress breathed her answer into my ear "I promised this morning that I was going to fuck you until you beg me to stop, and then you can cum as much as you want."

It wasn't much longer before I exploded inside of her.

Monday is my favorite day.

Monday is finally here!

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Unexpected surprises

I am a bit late in posting this, but my clock has been reset.

Wednesday night Mistress decided that she wanted to use me. She took my cock out and after playing and teasing me for what seemed like forever she began to ride me.

She fucked me for 15 minutes or more. I wasn't allowed to cum at all, and it was all I could do to hold back. I was pushing down on my muscles. I was clenching my jaw. Biting my tongue. Finally I cried out. "I'm going to cum. I can't take it anymore!"

"Hold it! Don't you dare!" she said. She fucked even faster, and finally...

I pushed her hips up and took myself out of her. It was so difficult! All I wanted to do was cum, but I ended up ruining my own orgasm and pulled out of my Mistresses soft and heavenly vagina.


Well, she was going to lay down next to me and end it. I whined and she kind of scoffed at me.
"You pushed me away. I thought you wanted to stop."

"no no no!" I said. "I was going to cum, I HAD to stop or else I would have. Please fuck me again."

I begged a bit longer, and to my surprise she got back on top of me and rode me again.

As I was building up once more she whispered into my ear, low and sexy "if I let you cum, will you feel bad about it afterwards?"

"Not if you ask me to Mistress."

"Good... then cum. Cum inside of me."

That was all I needed to hear. It didn't take much longer before over a months worth of cum flooded out of me. She started to laugh in amazement at the feeling of all of that liquid splashing into her.

It was a fantastic mess.

After we got cleaned up, she made sure that I knew that this was a special occurrence. I am still not allowed to masturbate, and she will still continue the milkings on schedule.

I have an incredible Mistress, and I think she's getting used to the Femdom relationship she has over me./

A bit of precum from a good short fuck! Progress!

Mistress fucked me for about 10 minutes while I was on my knees on the floor, and I actually dribbled a bit of precum!
Record time for starting to drip, and it felt amazing.
She used a bit of analese on me and I think that helped quite a bit.

She asked if I felt sufficiently used, and I think I made a bit of a mistake in saying "no." but I didn't. it was a great fuck, but it didn't last nearly long enough and I was just left wanting.
However after thinking about it longer I realized that she DID use me. I was left unsatisfied and that was what she was going for.

She gave me a talk about being grateful to get any attention from her at all after she let me bathe her in the shower.

Last night was fun. I can't wait until next time she takes out her toy.

3 months of Denial and Milking Training

It's been a long time since i've posted anything on this blog, but Mistress Luchia and i have been been playing again.
i have learned of a website over the summer, thanks to the wonder of the reddit community, called milovana. It has a lot of web teases, and one of them caught my interest. i showed it to Mistress and she took that one, along with a few others and combined them into one long training session for me.

i am not allowed to cum for a whole of 3 months which started at the end of August. i gave myself entirely to her for the 3 month period during my milking training, and am now her absolute slave in a Female Led Relationship.

The milking training happens once a week, and i am only allowed to cum if i can do it anally. Mistress will massage my prostate and fuck my ass until she is tired, or until i can successfully leak and dribble cum out of my cock for her, where it will be kept and stored.

so far it's been a month. 3 milking sessions! and tonight is the 4th milking night. i haven't had any success at all so far with my milkings, and i haven't cum at all.
Talk about being constantly aroused! i'm going crazy.
i thought that the chastity period before our wedding was hard, but this has proven to be much more difficult.

Mistress has been kind in that i have been let out of my cage periodically for days at a time. currently i'm out of it right now. This is for many reasons, but basically i only get put in my cage when i really can't control myself to keep from jacking off. i do it sometimes without even thinking about it.

i'll update this blog regularly for any of those who are interested in the progress. Maybe even convince Mistress to help me out with posting pictures.

this is going to be a long 2 months to go. i'm hoping for success with my milking tonight.

For now though, it's time to go start dinner, and then to work more on my Mistress's new necklace. i've taken the key to my cage and am working it into a necklace. i'll post pictures of that for sure once it's finished.

Have fun out there everyone. ;D

Chastity is painful in a way I had never expected

"AAARGGGG!"

A quote from my Mistress, Luchia.

You see, neither of us are used to spending so very much time without touching ourselves. She has been keeping herself from cumming as well for this month. She's better at it mentally than I am, so she doesn't need the chastity belt.

However this previous weekend she came to visit, and let me out for the weekend. She is a kind Mistress. I was relieved because I was dying to have a real shower! She did one better though. She touched me, and teased me. She stroked me and ran her fingers up and down my penis, and oh how sensitive it is now!

I was absolutely amazed at the amount of sensitivity I had regained in the skin in just 14 days of it not touching my pants, or rubbing against anything at all!

We played several times that day. Both of us. I made her cum. We didn't actually have any penetrating sex. We want to save that for when we're actually married. I mean, we've done it before, but the point of this month is to make it very special, and tease each other relentlessly! While we didn't have any penetration, we did do some grinding. I was on top of her and slid my penis downward across her sex, and to my surprise, I actually CAME that way!

That's never happened before. The TOP of my dick has never been sensitive enough to feel... well, anything! To cum with just contact with that was AMAZING!

She came a couple more times under my hands, and we spent so much time in each others arms afterwards that it was hard to part.

All this play came at a price though. We are both as raw and as sore as can be! Everything hurts!! I have what is comparable to a papercut all along the bottom side of my shaft, and all around the head of my circumsized penis, just behind the head, is red, and raw, and I even got a blister!

She isn't fairing much better with her lips and labia.

So, with all that being said, we did some talking about the next two weeks. You see, we wanted to do this so that we would be sensitive and receptive to each other on our honeymoon. But we do NOT want to play on the first night of being married, and then not be able to have sex again for a week because we need to HEAL, and walk around funny because we hurt so much!

So she let me off the hook with my CB device to give me time to heal up. Believe me, I won't be touching myself any time soon.

Has anyone else had this trouble? Male or female?

I'm off to get some more Neosporin.

Ow!

Some things are better than sex

Tonight I met with Luchia after work. We live so far away that it is a carefully planed out event when we get to see each other. I drove an hour, and she met up with me about 30 minutes outside of where she works, and we got Thai food together. It was spicy and delicious.

No sex, just talk of our day, and about our wedding, and people and each others dreams and desires. These are some of the best times. Just spending time with each other is important. If sex was everything then the relationship would be flat, and empty. Living life together takes more than just physical gratification.

Besides, if we didn't like spending time together without sex, then chastity would be unbearable wouldn't it?

After dinner we retreated to the back seat of my car underneath some trees in the far side of the parking lot where nobody was around. We snuggled up in the back, and she laid in my arms while we discussed our marriage vows that we would say to each other.
We laughed and poked at each other. There was indeed plenty of flirting too though now that we weren't in the public eye.

Oh to kiss her... Her tongue tasted sweet, despite the spicy food we had eaten. I lifted her shirt enough to feel the flesh of her waist as we kissed in a way that we've been to rushed, or too busy to kiss like for what seems like a hundred years.

She even sang me a song as we lay in the back seat. She sang soft and slow, of a place of rest and release, of peace and home. She sang into my ear and into my neck and I could feel the shiver of her closeness spread down my spine and into the small of my back where the energy rested and sank deep within me.

18 more days. We recited this to each other over and over. We're both counting down. We both want the wait to be over just as bad as the other.

I have a feeling that it will go by faster than we think, however every day may seem like an eternity. Collectively, it's only two full weekends.

There is still much to do between now and then, and I'm sure that they will get done. But all the while in the background my passion grows. I can not wait to be married to her.

Vivid imagination

For the past couple of days I have been dreaming all through the night. I don't know why I've been resting right on the edge of sleep so much, but that's where I get the most vivid dreams.
I shouldn't have to specify that many of them involve sex of some kind. However, as though my body knows that I'm unable to actually cum, I am even wearing my chastity harness in my dreams!

The other night I had a dream where I was in the water, at the beach swimming and when I came out I had lost my suit, but I was still wearing my cage. Instead of shock or laughter it was met with careful artistic consideration, but I felt exposed. Then Mistress Luchia walked me up to one of those seaside bars and had me sit on the counter while we had small talk with the bartender. Luchia was showing me off proudly and happily, but I remember being more than a little embarrassed about it all. I woke up that morning slightly before my alarm when she started, in the dream, to tease me to get me hard in the cage to show some people who were asking questions, then I woke up straining against the plastic walls. I had to take a shower to get it to go down!

Last night I dreamed that I was out in public with my Mistress. We were talking with friends and having a grand time, I was again naked, and she kept hinting that we should get out of there to go be alone.
She chased me around the room playfully and then down the street until we came to our small 2nd story flat somewhere a little ways outside of downtown of the city we were in. I was to go upstairs and get ready and she was going to join me in a bit. Then I just remember some flashes of intimacy and the sweet feeling of her fingertips through the tiny holes in the cage.

Eventually this dream turned into a more mundane one involving a long walk down a road with a blind man and a bear... I'm not sure what that one meant, but I was at least clothed for it!

This is day 9. I have read blogs of other men in chastity that last for months, or even over a year! I don't know if that would be very fun. I'm not a through and through submissive. Don't get me wrong, I am quite submissive, and I love the feeling of it! However it's not my permanent state of being. My lover and I are equals in life. I give myself to her as she gives herself to me, and we would have it no other way.

This month is worth every moment of frustration. In some ways though I think I would have done better to keep my mind off of sex if I didn't have this on. I thought I might get used to it and have more time for other things, but it seems I'm even more distracted by sexual thoughts than I was before! Just now, I can have no release.

I'll last, and I'll survive. This is just has a very interesting newness to it.

I get to see her again tonight. We're going over our vows. I can't wait.

8 days

When I first pressed closed the lock on my CB-6000 after fitting it last Sunday I was sure that I would have at least some reprieve from my confinement throughout the week.

That wasn't the case.

I saw my Lover a few times through the week, but never long enough, or in the right location to offer me a moment to let me 'breath.' When I was on my way to see her, part of me hoped that that might happen. That I might get a few moments to be able to be free of my confines. Though, when I actually was in her presence I was so thrilled to get to be with her that I mostly forgot about being locked away in chastity and was just overjoyed to be in the presence of Luchia.

It's been 8 days now that I've been locked away. I've been unable to touch myself except for the use of the hand held shower sprayer. It's a wonderful feeling, those warm jets of water, but they're not nearly enough to get me off. Just a comfortable tease!

I never thought I'd be able to last this long, but the CB is a comfortable fit. The sheath is still a bit long I think, but that hasn't been too much of a problem overall. And for anyone who thinks that I'm cheating, when I wake up with morning wood, it's just as confining as the CBs would be. I'm pressed hard up against the point where the cage curves down, and my balls are pulled tight away from my body.

The first few days this was painful and would wear on me. Now it's become one of the nicest parts of the day. A moment of erection. A sweet relief. Even some actual sensation against the skin of my shaft! Oh it's heavenly to wake up hard, to massage my sensitive balls in the morning.

My day to day life has been fairly normal now after I got used to moving about with the cage on. I can't bend over quite as well, or else I'll end up pinching things. I also have to be careful to cross my legs just so if I'm in public places, else people around me will see what to them might seem like a small erection of a very large flaccid penis! Not something I really want to be showing off in polite company. Although Luchia laughed a bit at this and seemed almost delighted to brush off what others might think when they were staring at me. "Nobody's looking at your crotch anyway." I hope she's right.

19 days to go before the night before the wedding. I don't know if I'll get free before then, but I suppose time will tell. To think about the coming days it seems like an eternity! However, looking back at the past 8, it's almost as though they all went by in an instant. Funny how time does that.

I thought it was annoying...

I have to bathe a couple of times a day. Not full on showers mind you, but I do have to keep the inside of this cage clean. Hygiene is important. With all of the water though, yesterday the piece of Gaff tape that I had holding the lock down fell off. Laziness has caused me not to put it back on. I haven't really been out in public, so the little clicking noise that the lock makes isn't a real threat of embarrassment.

At first I couldn't really stand the clicking everywhere I went. CLICK CLICK CLICK! All through the house. It's been a little over 36 hours now though, and I've gotten used to it. More than used to it, I've actually started to enjoy it! The small rattling of the cage gives me a little bump every time it connects, and that feels good as I move around. Any sensation feels good! But it's also the sound.

Like a cats small bell, this lock is a symbol of ownership, and of trust. I know that my lover will treat me well, and so this lock is a pleasant reminder if that love. When I hear it click click clicking away when I walk around, I remember with every step why I'm doing this. At first it was a little annoying, but now I catch myself swinging my hips around some just to make it jingle.

Some people might think I'm crazy, and maybe I am, but I enjoy it.

What a wonderful upgrade!

My new chastity device came!

I was lucky enough to be able to spend all weekend free of the device. After my Mistress allowed me freedom from my old chamber, I was waiting, rather impatiently, for my new one to arrive in the mail. Saturday morning I went to the post office to get it, and off I drove to visit my Lover.

We were in public with her family all weekend however. We had hardly a moment of alone time for the past two days so sadly, she was unable to put it on for me. This worked out in a way because once I got home I was able to play around with proper spacers, and ring sizes, instead of having to rush to get it on.

It took a bit to figure out all of the pieces, and how they were supposed to be assembled, but after finding a video on xtube I got it all figured out.

The gold lock is the one that came with the device. I am locked now. I made sure to give my Mistress the keys before I left today, so that they are all safe and sound with her. There are three of them. She has all three.

The CB-6000 is so much more comfortable than the last device I was wearing! Not only that, it doesn't show up as prominently under my pants! Double bonus! I feel like this will be a lot better all around. Without as much irritation means I won't have to worry about any more abrasions or cuts from the plastic. Also, no zip ties!

Luchia was surprised that I could even fit into the device. I think she gives my size a bit too much credit. While I might be big enough for her when I'm hard, when I'm soft I'm not much to look at.

I've yet to achieve an erection while wearing this new device though, so I'm not sure how well it accommodates. We'll see in the wee hours of the morning how much pain I'm in from the straining of my cock against the hard plastic... We'll see.

A glorious freedom.

My Lover, and my Mistress came to visit last night for sure. I had missed her so, and I was excited for her arrival. She was excited to see me too, and we embraced at the door as though it had been years since our last encounter.

After our hello's and a bit of catching up, she got up and told me to remove my pants. "Why are you wearing pants in the house anyway?" Of course I did as she told me to. She knelt in front of me and told me to look up as she entered the combination to the lock, and slowly removed my ring, and the cage surrounding my tender penis.

The feeling was incredible. The joy was better than when, after being outside working on a cold we day, when your socks are wet and your feet are sore, you finally come back inside and remove your heavy soaked boots, and dig your toes into the carpet. I was free! Oh what a feeling! I also got to take a look at what damage had been done.

You can see the deep red lines where the ring was, and on my penis from the gaps in the cage.

She took a look at the friction lines and small cuts that had been left by my entrapment, and she massaged my balls, and my flaccid penis for a few glorious minutes. It wasn't arousing. I wasn't turned on by this beautiful woman massaging me. The massage just felt magnificent.

We went on to enjoy our evening as many couples do. We talked about our day, did a few small household chores. I took a shower. It was a wonderful evening. I also had the opportunity to show her the new CB-6000 that I ordered. She agreed that this would hopefully be a better option than the current cage that I have.

That night we cuddled in bed, and for the first time since my release I was able to get hard without anything pushing back at me. What a feeling! I normally take it for granted, but now I felt new again. She felt it too, and reached down to have a feel.

She slowly teased me, from bottom to top with the soft tips of her fingers. She traced the length of my cock with her fingernails and whispered into my ear.

Luchia is such a tease.

She kept me on edge for 20 minutes or so. She would slowly stroke my cock until I was arching my back and grasping the bed sheets and then!-- nothing! She would pull away, leaving me to whimper and beg her to continue.
She did this a number of times that I can't remember, but I'm sure it had to be close to a million. I was ready to explode. She leaned in close to my ear and asked me "Am I being to mean to you? Should I let you cum?"
I shivered. Her voice is intoxicating. It seeps into my brain and shuts everything down when I hear her whisper like that. "You've been such a good boy all week. Putting up with the pain and the scratches...
GLOW!"

I was on fire.
She hit one of my key words. I'd started listening to hypnosis tracks by Isabella Valentine a few years back, and that is one of her hypnosis trigger words for becoming more aroused. I had used the same words on my Lover when we had first started exploring each other sexually, so she knows how to push my buttons.

And she did push my buttons. "Ten..." she said. Her half smirk was showing. She was having so much fun! I could hardly notice though. My eyes were rolling into the back of my head. She had me pinned down and was stroking my cock hard and fast as she continued her count down.
"Nine... Eight. Seven, Six, Five!"

I was about to explode! It was all I could do to keep it together.

"Four..." She took her tongue and latched onto my right nipple. Her nibbling and sucking sent electricity through every piece of me! "Three..."
So close...
"Two.. One..."

I moaned out loud. I had been the whole time but I could feel my cum surging through my glands.

"ZERO." There it was. The trigger word we had been using.  She was allowing me to finally cum, after so many days of not even being able to have an erection, and now finally, sweet release! The explosion started in my toes and shot up through my like a firehose. I came hard.

It felt like someone had dropped a glass of warm water on me. Luchia told me she'd never seen me cum so much before. "We'll have to look into getting that semen recipe book you saw online!" She said. I'm not sure if she was joking or not... but she said I had cum at least a quarter of a cup of semen.

I was spent, and I was happy. We cleaned up, we went to bed, and I slept. For the first night this week, I slept through the night without any pain in my testicles from a nocturnal erection gone wrong.

This morning we woke up and she let me cum one more time. She masturbated me and then passed it off for me to finish for times sake, even though she said she would have liked to have teased me for another hour. She had to leave for work though, and so this wasn't a possibility. She granted me freedom for the day though. "Don't put that other one back on. It's hurting you, and I want those intact." She pointed towards my balls. I agree.
I'm going to be free until I get the new cage in the mail. I'm not to touch myself though until then, and I intend on being good.

I have a wonderful Mistress who is kind to me. I see a lot of male chastity online and it's very violent, and degrading.
My chastity isn't like that. This is a gift to her, to show my support for her desires. She loves me, and she has given me so much of herself. My chastity is a sacrifice and a gift that I can grant to her in return, and it doesn't even begin to measure what she deserves.

I love my Luchia. I can't wait until next time.

A new feeling of jealously

I never thought I would be jealous of the ability to pee standing up, until my coworker went into the bathroom and I could hear him doing just that.
"Right now, I couldn't accomplish that if I tried," I thought. My cage felt very heavy, but there was also a flutter of peace. An understanding of my female counterparts who go through the same thing.
I'm sorry for all of the times I've teased you by saying "you could if you really wanted to." Now I'm sure that I'm wrong.

Things are never what you expect

When we walked into the house late Sunday afternoon she disappeared into the bathroom while I unloaded the car.
I started to pick things up in the bedroom. I was going to take a shower. Our time was running out before she had to leave for home, and I wasn't sure we would even get to the best laid plans we'd made the day before.

I was wrong.

She walked out of the bathroom, bare and powerful. she smirked at me. I loved this smirk. Only one corner of one side of her mouth bends upwards, and her eyebrows twitch with the voice of a challenge.

I removed my clothes as well and headed towards the shower. My cage was still in place, yet only with the screw, and it was in need of being cleaned after two days of use.

She joined me under the water as I bathed, and brought with her a screw driver. ahhh freedom! It was a wonderful thing! And even better, only a moment after my cock had been freed, she trapped it again, yet this time in the soft and tantalizing confines of her mouth. She teased me until I was hard, then stood again.

"Go on." She said to me, beckoning me to continue with my shower. I did as I was told. I showered, shaved my cock, balls, ass, and then rinsed myself off under the water. I got out of the shower and moved to the bedroom, and she followed close behind.

The next hour went by slowly, and I am glad that it did. It was an hour that I would have let last forever. We made love with one another like there was no tomorrow, and in some ways we both knew this was true.

She rode on top of me at first, then told me to fuck her if I wanted, and oh I did! I pushed her off of me, we both flipped positions and I held her knees up to her chest as I entered her. I love this position. Wrapping her up like a small package, and then teasing, fucking, and toying with her all I want.

She came twice, internal orgasms, and I came once inside of her. We collapsed into a heap to breath... This is almost always the best part of sex for me. The aftermath, the cuddling, the smiles and silly expressions. It's in the moments after sex, when we're breathless, naked, and vulnerable that I'm the most comfortable about my place in life.

I still had a craving though. I was in need of something more.
We have been experimenting more and more with anal sex lately. She's gotten quite good at finding my prostate and massaging it, and one of our goals is for her to be able to make me cum without any other stimulation except for her finger inside of me.

I love this feeling, and she was kind enough to let me feel it again. I didn't end up cumming from her finger this time, but she did give me quite a good fucking with it.

After all of this love making, time was running short. It was time for the cage to go back on. My Mistress had me gather the pieces of the cage and get them ready. I had to take a drill and make the hole where the screw once went a little bigger to accommodate the lock. From now on this is only a locking device.
I sat on the edge of the bed as I readied the ring around my cock and balls. She took my dick into her mouth and got me hard again. It didn't take much. She tells me she likes doing this so that I can feel myself being trapped and confined.

She knows how to push my buttons in all the right ways.

The cage went on.

The lock was fed through the hole.

"Do you give yourself willingly to me? This is your choice?" She asked me.

"Yes." I felt suddenly a bit apprehensive. She was playing a moment ago and now her demeanor had changed entirely.

"You know that I'll never hurt you. Do you trust me?"

"Yes. I trust you."

She smiled, and I heard a Click.

It was done. I was locked up, and she held the key to the number lock in her head.

I was hers.

This was nothing like the other day. The feeling was something new entirely! I felt more naked than I ever had in my entire life. I had given my penis away. I no longer had the power to grow erect. I would not be able to cum unless it was with her.

I was hers.

I fell to my knees and shook. It was such an overwhelming feeling. One that I still can not describe. Goosebumps covered my body and I looked up at her. She was concerned, but I told her that it was ok. I was happy, and I was willing. This exchange of power had simply left me feeling... small.

I spent the rest of the evening trying to sort out my emotions. I was more in love than ever. I was more sure of it now than I ever had been. To know that there was someone who I could trust so fully filled me to the brim with joy!

It still does. I'm not over the feeling. I hope that I never will be.

A decision made.

My Lover and I made a pact.

One month before our wedding we would remain celibate from each other. It wouldn't be easy we both knew, for we'd grown accustomed to our great sex life, however we want our honeymoon to be something special. We want to discover each other all over again.

I made the extra promise that I would not masturbate for the duration either. To her, this is no great task. Women always seem to have an easier time with holding off. For me...

3 days.
It was Wednesday of last week that I gave into my baser desires. For me, to cum isn't just a desire, or a craving, it's a physical need. A strong yearning much like intense hunger, or thirst. I think it's the same for most men. There's just something about having a full body of cum that cries out for release! This was no excuse though. I had made a promise.

I've broken promises before.
I've broken so many promises that I had begun to forget what the word meant. But that was before. Before her. Before my Lover. Before Luchia.
It's a fitting name she's taken for herself, Luchia. She's brought me into the light from where I was before. I used to break promises. My Mistress gives me reason to keep them.

Our relationship has been built on a solid foundation of trust. We have been sharing secrets with each other for years now. Before we were Lovers. She and I have shared many things since as well, and never once have I broken a promise to her, nor she to me!

Understand now why my heart was heavy when I broke my promise to her.

Before I would have shrugged my shoulders. I would have moved on and tried again.

But that was before.

This is a new relationship built on something stronger than the last.

I had made a new promise in my head. A new idea to make things up to her. I would give her the ultimate gift that I knew how to give.

I would give her control over a piece of me which I could not control on my own.

Day 1: Beginnings and endings

This is the end of the first day.

The first day that I've been locked into this new chastity device, with no hope of relief.

It's my own doing that I'm here. I gave myself to her. To my Mistress and Lover. 

To Luchia

We will be married in one month, and I will be bound at her will until then.

My chastity until we're wed is my gift to her, and here I will tell our story.

Day 1...