To get back to my holiday (I wish…), I went with a group of friends to a villa (converted farmhouse perched on a steep hillside actually) in the south of Tuscany. I was accompanied by Matt, an old friend of long standing, who enjoys certain privileges, and Richard, whom I’ve also known for a number of years, but with whom I have a strictly Mistress/sub relationship. It was a chance to get a bit more edgy with Richard in the chastity-humiliation area while also enjoying a good holiday.
We were all meeting up at the airport at some vile hour of the morning for the flight to Rome and R had been instructed to lock himself up beforehand and he was aware of his place in scheme of things for the week. I gave him a cursory external check as soon as we met but until we’d dropped off the luggage, got through the palaver of security and I was finally sitting down nursing a cup of coffee, the state of Richard’s genitals were not uppermost on my mind. After that though I felt able to interrogate him properly as to when, exactly, he’d locked himself up; and when was the last time he’d had a dirty little wank and so on, and which he found a suitably embarrassing in front of Matt. The rest of the party started arriving after that so I contented myself with little things like making Richard carry all of the hand luggage while Matt and I strolled around the airport shops unencumbered.
Once we’d arrived at the villa and sorted out the room allocations I was able to turn my attention properly to Richard, and have him strip off so that I could replace the little plastic ‘travel lock’ on his CB3000 with a proper padlock. I just love the feeling of having him stand naked in front of me, hands on head while I stand nose to nose with him, looking him in the eye as I slip the padlock through the securing rod. I could feel him stiffening up, or trying to, as I assured him that once the padlock was locked his chastity device was staying on for the duration of the holiday, 24/7, so no more pleasure for him.
Click!…
Tags: enchaste, enforced chastity, Male Chastity, tease and denial
May 11, 2010 at 1:20 pm |
Can I complement you on your style both as a blogger and as a cuckoldrix. I found your account of the Tuscan holiday incredibly arousing and admire your methods. How Richard managed to control himself as you stood there, eye to eye, fitting the padlock to his cage I do not know, but clearly you have him well under control.
Sadly I have just discovered your blog and I fear that as you have not posted for some months, you may have abandoned it. If so you are unlikely to read this, but I hope you do, and that you will continue to give us more accounts and insights into this fascinating fetish