One look at the Latowski can strike fear in the hearts (as well as other places) of men. With a finely polished exterior construction of stainless steel, it literally screams no escape while the interior silicon rubber surface gently cradles the more sensitive cargo. This combination of the soft inner surface and the unyielding outer shell with full groin coverage combine to make a truly daunting chastity appliance. It’s like King Arthur meets Edgar Allen Poe! (I bet Guinevere could have found a knightly use for this device.) As if that imposing design wasn’t enough to tame a wayward male, it also neatly houses options for electrical stimulation. Unlike the DreamLover’s DC pulse, this unit houses a completely enclosed, remote-controlled, AC stimulation module from which there is no escape. Each of these belts is custom form fitted to the lucky wearer who can make a quick trip to Germany for a visit to the tailor, Mario Latowski. No doubt that this is the Rolls Royce of chastity belts!
Mistress Cassandra, also known as the Dicktator Chastity Mistress, began locking cocks in chastity about 4 years ago when she decided it was time to step things up a bit and venture into the area of extreme cock control. Read on to find out just what she had to say.
Mistress Cassandra has instructed me to document the training protocols while in her service. However, before listing the rules, it is important for the prospective male to understand the profound commitment required to be permitted to claim that she is your Mistress. Start by discarding the notion that you are entitled to her attention. Rather, adopt the attitude that it is a privilege to be grated the favor of her training. She is a lifestyle Mistress and has the pick of many boys all seeking the unique guidance only a few can truly provide. Do not demand anything; a common trait of those wanting to be entertained rather than being taught. Her time, talents and personal instructions are gifts to those lucky enough to receive them. There are plenty of boys in line (more…)
Everything as it Should Be . . .
Chapter 7 – Preparing Dinner
Grateful for the humiliating experience in the sex shop being over, I returned home to face Cassandra with all my packages in tow. I drove while eyeing the bag containing the new toys with some trepidation. It contained more implements to enhance Mistress’s control over my already overloaded sex organ. Did I want to hand these tools of enslavement willingly over to her? As I pondered that question, the vibrating ring continued its devilishly delightful dance. Before I could determine an acceptable alternate course of action, I arrived home. Pulling into the attached garage, I closed the overhead door behind me. It was not completely unexpected when my wife appeared at the entrance. She was dressed, or should I say undressed, in a super sexy manner. Her breasts were bare and jiggled in a provocative manner as she approached. It was all I could do to stop my hand from involuntarily reaching out to cup her quivering mounds of femininity. Thankfully, Ms V was covered but just barely so. A black bikini bottom that consisted mostly of string was all that kept me from dropping to my knees in adherence with her standing orders. My gaze roamed her body like a bee bouncing from flower to flower unable to decide which delicacy was sweeter. (more…)
Maybe it’s because I travel a lot… Maybe it’s because I blog frequently… Whatever the reason, I recently got the rare opportunity to meet with the founder of DreamLover Labs and get a peek at the research and development activities of this unique company. We talked about the current product, the DreamLover 2000, and how many people fantasize about owning one either for themselves or their lucky partner. Speaking for myself, I thought about this a lot while it was still in development. The idea of Mistress Cassandra summoning me from afar and remotely punctuating her commands with electric exclamations seemed surreal. I for one was very impressed that they (more…)
Goaded on my Mistress Cassandra’s insistence that the Dreamlover 2000 be continuously available and at her disposal as a training incentive, I relentlessly pursued improvements which would enable me to sport this device 24/7. While my earlier attempts at attaching the Dreamlover were very effective at delivering her sinister electronic zap, they failed to be practical for long term wear. However, with a little ingenuity and help from the wonderful people at both Mature Metal and Dreamlover Labs I now have a customized cage that will fulfill my Mistress’s requirements.
A Metal Chastity Cock Lock is the Solution
After being denied for almost 2 weeks, I was ripe for Mistress Cassandra’s training. Like hot steel being softened in the fires of chastity, my desire made me malleable, compliant and obedient. Taking full advantage of my docile condition, Mistress wielded both toys and taunts to torment me. Laughingly describing it as The Terrible Trio, Kali’s bracelet, the humbler and the posture collar were all called into service. You can read more about my weekend trials on Mistress Cassandra’s Blog. In the end, despite my anguished pleas for relief, I was denied the sweet release.
Everything as it Should Be . . .
Chapter 6 – Shopping
Standing alone, my cock was almost screaming to cum. Gradually my erection, but not my desire, waned. Maybe 15 minutes later, Cassandra came back in the room and, finding me soft, quickly locked the chastity cage back on me. “There” she said “everything as it should be.” I waited patiently while she unlocked the cuffs from the pillar that had restrained my movements. “Now, I have some tasks for you. You are going shopping for these items” she handed me a list, “to make this menu” another list, “for this evening’s dinner. I expect everything to be ready by 7:00 sharp and if that (looking at my cock) wants any attention you’d best not let me down.” Her stern stair and raised eyebrow signaled me that it would be in my own best interest to comply. “You will find the attire I have selected for your shopping trip laid you on the bed” she continued. “Now run along like a good boy, get dressed in exactly what I picked out for you and be quick about it.” Her instructions left little room for interpretation so I left quickly. (more…)
Everything as it Should Be . . .
Chapter 5 – Ms. V’s Pop Quiz
After finishing my coffee, I wasn’t quite sure what to do next. Cassandra continued shuffling papers and making notes, completely ignoring me and my naked condition. Finally, after a long period of silence, I felt pangs of hunger and decided breakfast was in order. Not wanting to start eating in front of Cassandra for fear of reprisal, I asked “Would you like some breakfast Mistress.”
“That would be lovely” she said in her typical, day-to-day business voice. “Get me some sliced fruit and coffee.”
Without responding, I looked in the refrigerator for the requested items, but found none. Thinking quickly, I said “I just run out for a minute to get the fruit, Mistress.” I didn’t know quite what to expect since I was still naked and caged.
“Good plan boy, you learn fast. You’d better get some clothes on before you go out” she giggled. “Here, take this and open it upstairs before you dress. It’s another surprise from Ms. V.” She placed another ruby-red wrapped present before her. I quickly picked up the package and retreated to our dressing room. Once there, I looked at the elegantly wrapped box with curiosity and foreboding. Ms V’s last gift was still locked around me genitals, I’m not sure I was ready for another present from her. Fearing that I was taking too long, I ripped open the paper to find a large black phallic looking device and a note written in the same calligraphy as before.
This is a vibrating butt plug. You will insert it in your ass, powered off, and get dressed. You will do this because it amuses me to torment you.
Hugs, Ms V
I could feel Ms. V’s hugs on my cock as I picked up and inspected the plug deciding upon the best way to proceed. As I pushed it in, I felt stretched to the limit. I continued to force this new invader in my backside until it finally found home; the bulbous end passing the point of no return. With this new reminder of our new arrangement firmly lodged in my ass, I finished dressing and returned downstairs to grab keys, wallet, phone and so forth.
On my way out the door, Cassandra called to me. “Everything as it should be?”
“Yes, my Mistress” I replied with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. With both the cage and the anal invader impeding natural movement, I was walking a bit tentatively.
“Good answer” she replied and added “Call me from the market and let me know what fruit looks best, I’ll make my choice then.”
“Anything you say, Mistress” I said as I went out the door. Driving was as challenging as walking in my new Mistress enhanced outfit. When I finally reached the produce section, I obediently call my wife as instructed. While on the phone, we selected the freshest items that would suit her taste. Hanging up I paid the bill and returned to our car. As I was getting ready to leave, I felt my phone alerting me to a new text message. It was from Cassandra.
“Ms. V commands you turn on the vibrator. You can thank her when you return.”
Shocked, I put the phone away and looked around. Would anybody see me? Diligently, I fumbled in my pants until I found the switch. WOW! With energetic plug humming away, the device bore into me like a frenzied beaver. The vibration flowed through my groin waking up my sleeping cock, causing it to stir and once again test the confines of the cage. Feelings of overwhelming desire coursed through my body as I resigned myself to the drive home.
When I finally pulled into the drive, my body was on fire. With the bulbous end of the toy nuzzling and massaging my prostate had my lust reaching a fever pitch. As I walked into the house, Cassandra spoke, “Have a nice trip?” My desire for her doubled and then doubled again when first, I heard her sexy voice and then saw her standing naked in the kitchen. Remembering the rules, I set the bags down, dropped to my knees and slowly approached the object of my desire.
“Thank you, Ms. V; Thank you oh so, so much” kissing her over and over again as my dick pressed against its harness.
Cassandra squealed in delight “My, quite a greeting for only being apart a half-hour. You must have really missed her.” She allowed me to pray at her alter of womanhood for a little longer before telling me to go upstairs, get my clothes off and put Ms V’s latest gift away. When I return, and I returned as quickly as I could, I found my wife had prepared both the food and the place settings. Hers was at the usual spot at the table. Mine was on the floor facing her. The not so subtle implication was that I should be on my knees, available for Ms. V’s observation, as we shared breakfast. We ate and talked as normally with the exception I couldn’t pull my eyes away from my wife’s exposed charms. When she had had her fill, she commented “wonderful breakfast. We should do this every Saturday. Don’t you think?” I agreed whole heartedly with the sentiment and added that next time we could include passion fruit. My wife laughing fired back “so you think you can handle more, big boy?” Trying to encourage another bout of sex I spoke from my position beneath the table, “I’ve got what it takes to satisfy Ms V, Mistress” The ominous reply came back to haunt me as she stood to leave, “we’ll just see about that, won’t we Ms V!” Departing for the bedroom she ordered, “Clean up the mess while I freshen, be done in 15 minutes.”
Once Cassandra was gone, I stood up and stretched to relieve my tense muscles (all but one). I quickly packaged the uneaten fruit, put it in the fridge and washed all the dishes. Finishing before my allotted time, I continued to tidy up the kitchen. That was how my wife found me when she returned in 15 minutes to the second. She was now dressed in revealing shorts and a halter top she knew I found sexy.
“Everything as it should be, my Mistress?” I asked using her phrase to inquire about my cleaning efforts.
Looking right at my crotch, she replied “definitely!” She continued, “In fact, I think it’s time I give my cock a little exercise. Get over here now!” I practically ran over to where she was standing. Grabbing my arms, she deftly cuffed them behind a pillar next to her work area. With me immobilized, she then produced a key from her pocked and held it before my eyes. “You know what this unlocks?” she queried.
“My cock, Mistress?” I asked hopefully.
“My cock!” she responded forcefully.
“I stand corrected, Mistress, Your cock”.
“You’ll stand, alright” she said in an amused tone. “You’ll stand at attention for as long as I decide.” With that, she sat and released my captive bull from the gate. It sprang free and rose to greet her like a private welcoming a five-star general. She began by pulling and tugging at my balls, “nice and full I see.” I could only groan at the sudden attention granted to my week-long deprived sex organs. “Are you ready for a pop quiz?” The emphasis on the word pop only inflamed my desire further. “Ms. V has a few questions for you.” Her fingers moved up my shaft making it more difficult for me to concentrate on the conversation. “Ready?”
“Yes Mistress” almost purring due to the exquisite sensations resulting from her handiwork.
“Recite Rule #6” she commanded.
With her delicate fingers dancing on my most sensitive areas, focusing on the question was difficult to say the least. I tried to think but I couldn’t associate the number to its rule with her so expertly teasing my cock. I guessed…
“Wrong!” she responded and slapped my cock with enough force to elicit a grunt of pain. “Rule #6 states that you must always ask Ms. V’s permission to orgasm in the following manner: Would it please you for me to squirt Ms. V?” She asked the question again “Recite Rule #6.” Of course this time I got it right and was rewarded with soft, teasing caresses again. This continued on and on. Through repetition and Pavlovian training, she had me memorize and recite Ms. V’s commands word for word although my cock was red and stinging by the time that she was satisfied. “I hope for your sake you remember these” she stated ominously, “we will continue these tests every day until you get it right.” That gave me hope. I was pretty sure I could memorize these rules quickly and receive the rewards that came with correct answers. Cassandra dashed my hope of this when she added, “You do know that Ms. V can change the rules at any time.” With that menacing comment, my wife left me alone. Cuffed to the pillar, I could do nothing but wait for her return while considering my plight. I had let Cassandra shave, tease, deny, dominate and lock my cock. I had no idea what my sexy wife turned dominatrix would think of next. However, using the weekend so far as guide, it would not be boring.