In my first posting on using the Dreamlover 2000 with the Watchful Mistress, I promised that there would be additional details. So to fulfill that promise (as a good submissive must always do) I’m pleased to report a very viable solution. This solution is a combination of the two techniques I had previously presented; elastic electro bands and TENS pads. Connecting the first electrode to a band stretched around the balls yields a good and reliable electrical connection isolated from the metal device. The TENS pads for testicular connections had a tendency to become unstuck due to physical movement where the band “hangs in there”. For the second electrode, a TENS pad positioned inside the chastity device, adhered to the top of the penis, will remain fixed in place due to close proximity to the sheath. The elastic band was impractical due to its size, fastener and connector. Thus, using the combination achieves reliable connections that can “go the distance” day or night. My apologies to you guys in metal that were anxious to avoid a Dreamlover 2000. However, my service to Mistress Cassandra’s commands and desires must come first.
As I was writing this entry, Mistress Cassandra just “remotely managed” me. I can assure you that the connections described above achieve excellent connection to the Dreamlover 2000. Even using the default settings for the pulse times, the MEDIUM pulse had me on my knees wishing I could beg her for leniency.
Last night, after 31 long days and nights of chastity, Mistress Cassandra allowed me out of the cage. Orgasm, however, is strictly prohibited until my wife (or as Mistress Cassandra calls her ‘The Head Mistress’) grants me that favor. Until then, I am permitted to masturbate and edge as much as I desire so long as I defer control of my first orgasm in over a month to the Head Mistress. The waiting is excruciating torment. My goal so close yet still out of reach. Waiting for a woman to allow me the pleasure my body so desperately craves. Mistress Cassandra’s voice is still ringing in my ears, “only she can relieve your aching desire”. So I wait…
This past weekend, after eleven days locked in chastity, Mistress Cassandra favored me with her attention. First, thankfully, I was released from my chastity cage. Just being free from its confining grasp was gift enough to have me profusely thanking my imaginative Mistress. I slowly, deliberately, caressed the flesh that been denied for so long. However, manual relief was not what Mistress had planned for me. I was commanded to strap my cock into the electro harness for her entertainment. Slowly she forced the dial up, up and then up again. “More Juice” she demanded with a haunting chuckle. I complied until my whole groin was buzzing with the electrical torment. Still not satisfied she required nipple clamps to further my submission. I complied, as always, to her directives wanting nothing more than to release my desire which she had so cleverly cultivated over the preceding days. Thus, judging me now properly conditioned and motivated… we talked. She comfortably seated while I stood clamped and highly charged. We discussed service-oriented submission as described by Ms Rika. It is not what the dominant does to the submissive but rather what the submissive does for the dominant. With the electrons sharply kissing my cock, her words made so much sense. I could do nothing but agreed with her irrefutable logic. Then, with Her lesson properly taught to her captive student, Mistress Cassandra instructed me to lock myself into the cage once again. There would be no orgasm today. Finally, since I had followed her instructions so dutifully, my kind Mistress gave me a gift. A gift that would last me the whole weekend. Under her careful supervision I was requested to lock a posture collar around my neck and fasten it with a numbered plastic lock. I quickly compiled and found myself standing at attention under her gaze. In a voice that I could tell was delivered with a smile, my sweet Mistress informed me that I could remove the cruel collar on Monday morning… but she might check back beforehand to insure strict compliance with instructions. So for the remainder of the weekend I stayed doubly locked for my beautiful Mistress. Thank you for my gift.
On the day before I returned to my wife, Mistress Cassandra gifted me with an erotic session I will never forget; an hour locked in the humbler. With this cruel device locked around my balls, Mistress instructed me to parade back and forth on my hands and knees while she observed my plight via webcam. Being locked in such a manner while reading Mistress’ instant message “this is all for my amusement” invoked shivers of desire. All I could do as the seconds ticked slowly past with the persistent tug on my balls was to look lustfully at the image of her seated comfortably gazing down at me. Talk about a submissive experience. Even when the hour had elapsed, Mistress was not finished with me. I was treated to an hour of hardcore tease and denial that left me breathless. Finally, still not satisfied, Mistress instructed me to edge every hour until I met my vanilla wife. Thus prepared by my devilishly clever Mistress, I was incredibly aroused and ready for sex with my wife when the moment thankfully arrived. I got on my knees next to her and licked pussy slowly using techniques I studied and practiced. She responded fervently, saying that her orgasm snuck up and overwhelmed her. My release was, needless to say after 23 days of teasing, overpowering. I went to sleep satisfied for the first night in a long time.
During the holidays, I followed Mistress Cassandra’s instructions precisely. There was neither stroking nor any solo orgasms. The only relief I received was what my wife granted me. Following Mistress Cassandra’s and Ms Rika’s teachings, I performed unrequested tasks that would hopefully endear me to her. Lots of neck, back, leg and foot rubs in the morning, evening and periodically in between. I would wash dishes in the morning when I found them. I made the bed after she came downstairs in the morning. I worked a few big projects around the house that she had been waiting for. All of these tasks were done without the expectation of reward. However, the results included some spectacular love making, albeit not as often as my desire. Nonetheless, it kept me motivated to perform many “special” duties to make the holidays enjoyable and memorable for her.
Returning to Chastity
Upon returning to Mistress Cassandra’s control, I dutifully reported my progress, development and status. I also humbly requested one more orgasm before going into chastity for an indefinite period. After considering it (and keeping me in suspense) for a day, my Mistress granted my request… and more. She rolled the dice and announced, to my astonishment, that I would be required to have not one orgasm but four in the next hour. On my knees, I enthusiastically reached the first in record time. After a short break, Mistress’ commands in my ears goading me on, I was just barely able to follow her directions and spasm a second time. After that, however, no amount of coaxing could get me to the third so I unfortunately failed my Mistress (an act which I am sure I will have to pay for in the future). So here I am, locked again and at her mercy. I’m sure I will look longingly back at those missed opportunities to release with regret. I thank my wonderful Mistress Cassandra for all the time and effort she puts into my training. I am a better man… well, she would have me say boy for it.
The problem is all about your cock
She said to me
The answer is easy if I
Lock you with this key
I’d like to make that penis struggle
To be free
There must be fifty ways
To lock your lover
She said you’ll really lose that habit
Furthermore, I hope my key ring
Isn’t lost or you’ll be screwed
But I’ll repeat myself
While you stand there in the nude
The must be fifty ways
To lock your lover
Fifty ways to lock your lover
Don’t slip out the back, Jack
Get a new lock, cock
You don’t need to be stiff, Biff
No way to get free
Hop in the truss, Gus
No room to get hard much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And sit down to pee
If you’ve read Mistress Cassandra’s blog, then you already know my somewhat unique situation. However, since many who happen upon this site have not had the reward of perusing her writings, I will describe it again here. Business requires me to spend much of my time in Silicon Valley. This creates a personal challenge since over the course of many, many years I built a life and raised children with my wife on the east coast. Being absent from my eastern home for 2 to 4 weeks at a time definitely has its downsides, but surprisingly, introduces a few benefits as well. My wife and I both actively work to enjoy our limited time together and that avoids the staleness normally accompanying an endless routine.
Finding Mistress Cassandra
Having a lifelong unfulfilled fetish for Femdom, I would occasionally surf the web for sites that feed this desire when the need arose. Earlier this year, I came across Mistress Cassandra’s site and something just clicked. I later described the effect to Mistress as “haunting”. Over the course of several weeks, I returned again and again; reading the details of how she expertly dominated and controlled men from afar. So, uncharacteristic for me, I called and talked to this talented Mistress of chastity. Intuitively she understood my wants, needs and desires and kindly accepted me as a slave-in-training for Femdom orgasm management exclusively by her when I was located on the west coast. Thus, my days (and long nights) of instruction began as I became her chastity slave.
Chastity Training in Baby Steps
Mistress began slowly, baby steps as she would say, to modify my daily activities into that of a good submissive. I was required to purchase a cocklock and submit to random chastity inspections via webcam. Orgasms were, of course, forbidden except by my Mistress’ explicit permission. The effect of all this was intoxicating. After years of fantasies, I now had a real dominatrix controlling and directing the most intimate details of my sexuality. Of course I probably could have cheated in this chastity training, but I vowed never to do that. For some reason (Mistress says it is because I’m a true submissive) it was important for me to earn her praise and approval. She was, and still is, strict. In those early days of my training I had not been granted the privilege of see her instant messaging status and thus had to be ready for her direction at all times. I worked hard to meet or exceed all of her rules and requirements. Interestingly, the rewards, and occasional punishment, Mistress Cassandra favored me with motivated me in unexpected ways. It went beyond just trying to earn the all too infrequent sexual release, I truly wanted to please and pamper her.
Mistress Cassandra’s Slave-In-Absentia
My motivations changed, I set to the task of being a joy in her life. By this I mean it was no longer about what she would do to me, it was all about what I could do for her. I tried to anticipate requests, create thought-provoking messages on topics that interested her and generally find ways to make her life better. For these efforts, I was rewarded with the status of slave-in-absentia, someone who could perform daily activities, albeit remotely, that would enrich her life. So, to this day I continue to look for ways to please my wonderful Mistress. She gives me assignments, like this blog, and I carry out those instructions to the best of my abilities and in a manner that hopefully reflects both my appreciation and devotion to her. I am proud to call her my Mistress and will do what I can to achieve my coveted reward… hearing her say “good boy”.
To the wonderful woman I have the honor to call my Mistress!
It was so very enjoyable to talk and play with You last night. I was tired from the day’s work but You weaved your magic, as You always do, to drive me to intense levels of frustration with no other thought than to hear you grant permission for orgasm. All the day’s worries melted away and all that was left was pure, unbridled passion. The parachute action was intense; I still feel its erotic ache this morning. The prostate massage was delicious; goading me on to higher levels of desire. The nipple clamps were cruel yet motivating. The electro, especially where you had me attach, was forceful and fervent. Completing my attire with the posture collar, a technique that forced me to look directly at Your lovely features, was truly inspired. Then when You had me properly harnessed, impaled, clamped and charged, You played with my lust like a cat plays with its prey. On and on it went with time standing still. I was the violin and You were the virtuoso performer. You kept playing and the music was so sweet and passionate. You kept me hoping, begging, praying for release for so, so long. But alas, in the end You denied me and so the night passed slowly, my lust still fueled by Your sexy voice echoing in my brain. It is only your continuous conditioning which prevents me from putting out the fire You ignited. I surrender to Your supervision and will follow Your instructions as dictated. Thank You, my exquisite Mistress Cassandra.
With admiration and affection,
I call my Mistress for the first time. Slowly, stumbling over the words, I explain my desires, my needs, and my longings. She listens carefully. Picking up every nuance and clue both spoken and not. Then vigilantly begins Her probing. Little questions, voiced so sweetly, that strip away any pretence of modesty that I my try to maintain. With the skill of a surgeon She deftly reveals what I most want and fear. Then, when I’m most vulnerable She begins the process of asserting Her authority. Patently, yet firmly, She describes the journey I will undertake. I listen with rapt attention. I am excited, apprehensive, and most of all captivated. I cannot deny Her. So with trembling hands following instructions as best I could, I enclose myself in the CB3000 and with a sigh of despair, click the lock shut. My keyholder’s haunting laugh echoes in my ears as the realization sinks in that I am Hers for as long as She commands. Later that day, Mistress Cassandra’s blog publishes my lock number for all the world to see. I now know the true implications of what it means to be a chastity slave. My body and my fate now firmly in the control of Her lovely hands. My task is now simple; wait. Wait for Her to contact me. Wait for Her to inspect me. Wait for Her to command me. Wait for Her to release me. Minutes pass… Hours pass… The physical struggle of being confined combine with the mental struggle of subjugation to form a torturous ecstasy. As the days pass, rebellion gives way to acceptance. I am number #180040.