Continuing education with Mistress Cassandra
Yesterday I was permitted to talk with my wonderfully imaginative Mistress Cassandra. Having been two weeks since my last orgasm, I was very, very anxious to be allowed the privilege of just touching my cock in a stimulating fashion. Knowing this, Mistress cleverly had me prepare by ordering nipple clamps, prostate massager and the electo cock strap to be applied before contemplating any masturbation. Finally, after what seemed an eternity with the clamps biting, the massager vibrating and the electro energetically pulsing, permission to touch my cock granted. I reveled in the glorious relief so long forbidden. The orgasm I so hungrily craved quickly approached. I stayed hovering on the edge, enjoying the sensations that I knew would be all to brief, while my Mistress enjoyed the show. After seemingly only minutes (I’m sure it was longer), I was ordered to lock myself back into the cage without orgasm. Thus motivated I was given two assignments. First, the posture collar was to be locked around my neck until such time as she chose to release me. The second task, which was far more challenging, was to identify areas in which my service to both Mistress Cassandra as well as the Head Mistress needed improvement. Sleep did not come easily that night. Thinking about what to write while locked in collar and cage had me whimpering in frustration. I mailed my self-revealing letter to Mistress Cassandra this morning. What will she decide my next lesson should be?
Two Watchful Mistresses
It was a weekend of mind numbing, bone jarring, raw hot sex that was worth every agonizing second of the month long denial which preceded it. Now, however, my beautiful Mistress Cassandra has ordered me back into the cage for another sentence of indefinite chastity and denial. I don’t know what she has planned; I only know that I must obey. My cock is now confined in the unyielding grip of pure surgical stainless steel, The Watchful Mistress by Mature Metal (you can see the evolution on my Mistress Cassandra’s blog). My first night in this new chastity device was sensuously maddening. While comfortable to wear, its custom fitted confines allowed no room for expansion of any sort. The hardened metal quickly dismissed any hints of rising passion as easily as Mistress Cassandra does in our all too infrequent encounters. So I begin the long wait again… my desire mounting as the hours pass. I know from past trials that I will soon become desperate for relief. Frantic with cravings that will be exploited by my cleverly cruel yet hauntingly desirable Mistress; I will succumb to her rule. The future is not yet written.
Ballad for Chastity Mistress Cassandra: 50 Ways to Lock Your Lover
(you know the tune)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
To protrude
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
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