Her instructions: "I don't care if what you post is humiliating for you or not. I don't care if it's uncomfortable. I want to know what you prefer, what you'd like to experience, what you want, how you're feeling through this. You are not going to hide the fact that you are a switch and that normally you're the dominant in a relationship with a slave."
I call her MIstress or Goddess. The more she humiliates me or uses me, the better.
I’m scrolling and thinking “but how does it….?” *scroll a bit more* “oh wait, never mind.”
I made my own chastity device with Kali’s Teeth and can confirm that getting an erection was extremely painful. So much so that it would be impossible to disguise in public. I was effectively immobilized until I got my erection to go down.
(Of course my workmanship skills probably aren’t that great, and it could’ve just been the way I made it which caused it to be too painful.)
It’s one thing to deny your slave-boy orgasms, but if you want to train him to not even get erections, then this is your toy.
That is incredibly cruel though. Even if one is denied orgasms, there is still a certain sense of satisfaction from just having an erection. To feel engorged provides a low-level, subtle feeling of pleasure — even if it ultimately leaves you frustrated. You can still feel some manifestation of your manhood.
But to be denied even having an erection means feeling nothing.
In that situation you’d long for the privilege of having erections even if you can’t orgasm.
If your boy has been particularly bad, then sure, slap one of these on him for a few days. But to do it long term seems would be like stripping him of everything.
Two questions:
- How long will the chastity be?
- How do we vote? :)
What a good boy, each day I give slave m a new message to post under his cage. This way I know he has not been naughty and tampered with his lock. Almost half way there slave. Also, followers can vote to determine how slave m gets to cum upon his long awaited release on Mistress D’s tumblr, underherheel.tumblr.com.
To me this is cruel. Wearing a chastity device while being fucked like this means I am simply being used. It means I will not be played with in the way I want nor get the happy ending I want. I am simply there to be fucked for her amusement.
Mistress doesn’t lie to me. But I want her to.
I want her to trick and deceive me. I want her to be cruel to me by telling me half-truths and twisting things. I want to not be able to tell if she’s lying or telling the truth. I want to be confused and unsure if she means what she says or not.
Keep me off-balance. It will just increase my dependence on her when she chooses to use words of honey. I will long for those pretty words, beg for them.
And right after she tells me how much I mean to her and how much I excite her and how important I am to her, and just as I start to believe it, I want her to laugh in my face and tell me how pathetically gullible I am and that she is only using me for her amusement.
And when I am crushed and broken, then tell me the pretty words again…
Make me perform. Make me satisfy all of the women in the room first. Either discreetly over in the corner one at a time whenever one feels the need, or right in front of them as the rest watch.
Give me nothing in the meantime. Just take. Use me, hurt me, humiliate me. I’ll do it all for the mere hope that I’ll be rewarded at the end.
I love my Mistress’s cruel side.
While I was at work, Mistress decided that I would wear clothes pins under my clothes when I went to lunch with work colleagues. Right before lunch she ordered me to go to the restroom and put them on.
I have to short pins that I put on my nipples. So long as I wear a baggy sweater or jacket, noone would notice. I also had to put four regular clothes pins on my balls. So accoutered I returned to the office and joined my colleagues for lunch.
Once away from my desk I was out of contact with Mistress. It’s one thing to suffer pain for someone when they’re there to enjoy it. But it’s another kind of suffering to go through it when you’re totally on your own. Then it’s just hellish.
Normally I have a decent tolerance for clothes pins, but that’s usually when I’m still and they are exposed. I realized pretty quickly that having them rubbing under my clothes, while walking to lunch, and having to hide the pain as I conversed casually with my colleagues was going to be tougher than I expected.
Noone wondered why I was walking slightly more wide-legged than usual as I tried to not rub the clothes pins on my balls. But it was my nipples that hurt the most. My shirt and sweater were pulling on them and despite the fact that they are very short it was still painful.
We got to the restaurant, got our food, and started to eat. I knew that I wasn’t going to make it and that I wouldn’t be able to have the pins on as long as I usually would.
I ate my food quickly, make an excuse to my colleagues, and hobbled as quickly as I could back to the office. I contacted Mistress on the way back to let her know I needed her permission to take the clothes pins off soon. There is a restroom in the building that is for a single person and is completely private. She instructed me to go there.
That rest room is on a somewhat busy corridor, and there is another restroom next to it. There is decent sound proofing but even so, it wouldn’t take a lot of noise for someone outside or in the next rest room to hear. The restroom is in a common area on the ground floor, so is services all floors, not just our office. Thus anyone around is most likely not going to be a colleague of mine.
I waited in the restroom until Mistress was ready and finally we were connected on the phone. She seemed to be enjoying my predicament and wanted to listen as I took the pins off. She instructed me in the order to take them off. I had to suppress my sounds of pain because I didn’t want the person in the next restroom or people in the corridor to hear me. Nevertheless I’m sure some sounds got out which Mistress surely enjoyed.
I love my Mistress’s cruel side.
This guy doesn’t seem to care, but to me this is degrading: to have my manhood reduced to being led by a string or a leash like this. After leading me around, Mistress could tie the other end to something to anchor me while we she was busy. Like a cowboy hitching his horse to a post and simply leaving him there while he goes into a bar.
The shame would force me to look down at the ground, to hide my face. I could not make eye-contact while like that.
If my hands or wrists were unrestrained I could release myself… but I wouldn’t.
She could use a single strand of thread and it would hold me as much as a strong chain.
Earlier in the week I was in a supermarket and talking with Mistress. She wanted me to address her as Mistress loud enough for others to hear, but I couldn’t do it. I left the supermarket not able to do it. So Mistress wanted to try it again a couple of days later.
I dreaded it for the day or so before it happened because I knew it would be incredibly hard for me to do. In fact I felt like this would be one of the hardest things for me to do. On the other hand I felt like it was a milestone and would be good to get through it. But I dreaded it more.
I don’t know what the issue is. But there’s something about acknowledging being submissive in public that I just find is a wall I can’t get through.
On that morning I pulled into the parking lot of the supermarket and sat in my car. Mistress was on the phone. I absolutely needed her there. I could not have even attempted it if she weren’t on the phone live with me. Ideally she would have been in the supermarket with me, watching from a distance, talking to me on the phone. I just didn’t want to feel alone doing this…
Mistress was supportive and encouraging. I sat in the car delaying the inevitable, I didn’t want to do it. But in a moment of courage I suddenly declared that I wanted to get it over and done with and left the car.
Inside the supermarket it wasn’t as crowded as it had been two days before. I walked around near the checkout area talking to Mistress. As I walked passed people they might have been able to hear me, but that didn’t count. There was only one way I could claim this as an achievement; I knew what I had to do…
I needed to be in a checkout line, with people in front and people behind so I was “stuck” in the line with no escape. Then I had to address my Mistress so they could hear, with me being unable to leave. But the thought of doing that freaked me out almost to the point of wanting to leave.
Nevertheless I shored up my courage and tried to find a line. Unfortunately there were a ton of school kids around because of the high-school around the corner, so I had to wait for an appropriate line. I’m sure I looked suspicious lurking near the checkout area with no obvious purpose!
Eventually I saw an opportunity and got in line. I wasn’t making a purchase, I was to ask for change for the newspaper machine. There was an old man in front of me and I think it was another man behind me. That sucked. I’d much rather they have been women.
Now in the line I spoke to my Mistress in what I thought was a loud voice, being sure to address her as Mistress. I think the man in front of me reacted, but I’m not sure. I didn’t turn to see if the man behind me heard!
I was doing it!
My heart was beating fast but I still didn’t feel I’d fully achieved what I wanted because noone was acknowledging it. Soon enough I got to the front of the line, gave my money to the young check out lady and asked for change. It was now or never.
She could see I was talking on the phone since I had my earbuds in. As I took the change I looked her right in the eyes and spoke loudly and clearly on the phone: “Yes, Mistress!” Our eyes locked… and I bolted!
I was almost hyperventilating as I rushed out the store, I had done it! But the feeling of accomplishment wasn’t really hitting me yet, I was still reeling from the panic sensation. I wanted to run to my car but I went and got the newspaper first (for another task later on). Then I ran quickly to my car which felt like sanctuary.
I rested my head on the steering wheel, breathing hard and recovering. The whole time Mistress was talking to me and being encouraging. Even so it took at least a full five minutes before I felt calm enough to talk normally. I felt like I’d been through a huge ordeal.
It wasn’t really an ordeal, not physically anyway. But I felt like I’d been through some really tough and draining experience. Yet it was all in my mind. It’s funny how strongly we can be held captive by nothing but our own mind.
Eventually I had to continue driving to work. As I did, and I kept calming down, a sense of elation started to creep in. I felt like I’d done an achievement that I’ve never been able to do before in my life. (It’s also one that I don’t feel the need to repeat; once is enough!)
I also started to feel incredibly open to Mistress. It was a sensation she had described to me many times, but for the first time I felt it. It was the idea of a wall coming down. It was almost as if I could physically feel like a wall was gone and Mistress had more access to me. And it felt good…
By all means use me, abuse me, humiliate me, be cruel to me, make me suffer, treat me like I’m nothing.
But sometimes — just sometimes — let me hear the pretty words, too. Tell me that I please you, that you do care, that I’m your good boy…
Then with that reassurance you can go back to the other things.
After work, once I am at home and I usually can’t get on the computer until late at night. On this day, I spent hours in the late afternoon and evening looking forward to IM/chatting with Mistress. Eventually I was able to get privacy and go online. But she wasn’t there.
That was okay, I knew she would probably turn up at some point, so I spent time on Tumblr. Well that always works me up however there was a standing rule that I was not allowed to touch myself so the only result was that my frustration grew.
And then Mistress came online. I was so excited! I loved having a connection with her. I didn’t care what she said I just wanted her attention. I had high hopes that she was going to play with me in some way, thus I was extra-excited to see her for that reason.
So when she said was too tired to do anything and that she was going to go to bed, I felt like I’d slammed into the ground after falling off a cliff. I was gutted. I went from an extreme high to an extreme low.
Given what our relationship is normally like, I don’t usually fail to get my way. That’s not something I’m used to. So I absolutely stunned myself when I meekly and immediately said, “Yes, Mistress.”
That was it.
I didn’t complain that I’d been looking forward to seeing her for hours. I didn’t reveal my current state of high-frustration. I didn’t let her see my disappointment at not being played with. I simply accepted what she wanted.
I couldn’t believe I was behaving that way! I was putting her desires in front of my own, and I did it automatically, without thinking, and I accepted it. That is when I realized I was truly being submissive.
Of course I was intensely disappointed. But I didn’t show it. I served my Mistress by putting her needs first. Wow.
