This starts to make sense

[Nito]

Day 6.
Sitting in the lounge of yet another airport
She meant it, and I had to agree with it. I am not sure who started this. Given who she is, it must have been me, although I am not so sure. I remember showing her some pictures of belted women. And somehow we ended up looking at cock cages. Why not? As I tend to be the dominant in our nascent relationship, I thought it could balance it. Why not? and it could give her confidence. And reassurance. Yes, this would reassure me, she agreed. So when you go on business trips (and this happen kind of often) I would be sure you are not doing any evil thing....
That was one year ago. We had many problems to adapt to. The shaffing and bruising, that you guys here have all described at one point or another (and thank you for it, it made it easier to manage). And my particular problem, because, see, I have only one. The other one was too lazy to come out on his own, and when they pulled it down, it was already atrophic. So, the b... ring kept slipping, and that was not really nice, having the cage dangling half shaft, on the wonk, and painful too...
We tried another one, even worse, so back to the Holy Training. I ordered the smaller ring, very tight, but what to do? With the help of some putty, I made some alteration to the design, and it worked. No more slippage at night when my cock lives his own life. But Ouch!!! the pain of it.... That's your problem dear, and you know what, for your next trip to Denmark, you are going to be caged. Yes, you get my point. From the day you go until you return. That's one week.
By KeyOwner his gentle. We got a security. in the form of a smartlock (see my other post) and a plastic liquid holder, that worked perfectly.
The week has been a roller coaster, as I hear many here say. But I will keep this for later, because they are calling mmy flight, and I don't want to miss it, would I. Release is on the other side, so, that's all for today

 

[bnd2plz]

Maybe I will be your flight attendant one day... Not sure if I will recognize you though unless I happen to see the outline of a Holy Trainer with only 1 ball sticking out. Good luck in your travels, hope TSA (Security) doesn't stop you and do a full body search...

That brings up an interesting point... Wouldn't it be nice if there was a way that you could tell if a guy was wearing a chastity device? It used to be you could tell if a guy was gay or not by his earring. I think it started in the 80's... if he wore an earring in the right ear he was gay and in the left he was straight (or was it the other way around?). Maybe just a very small tattoo of a lock like this somewhere obvious to symbolize that the guy is owned by a Keyholder...

 

[Quercus Jay]

I would get a tattoo like that in a flash if Elle let me!

 

[Nito]

quick update, between connecting flights.

Although we had already had periods of a full day, and even once, KeyOwner says, two full days whence on an overnight trip, our little game had been kind of episodical, nearly forgotten at times. Nothing of the lifestyle change that so many of us here are longing for and experiencing. First of all, I am not too much into the whole submissive thing. And it was not clear whether my girlfriend was really into it. I am not a mistress, you know. And I believed her. On the good side, it meant that I could enjoy freedom quite often, most of the time really, either because she had forgotten in the morning to ask me to cage myself, or because she wanted to give me a break. And I was not going to remind her, would I? Another thing is that it did not seem to help much with her insecurity and mood swings. Ah bah!

(Writing this makes me realize that I should perhaps check with her if it is OK to write this blog).

But I was eager to please her, and it did seem to please her to come over to the bed (where I had been painstakingly trying to fit my half swollen cock in the confined space that was supposed to protect our relationship) and insert the lock, give it a tug, a turn and put the key back in her little purse. She would caress my balls gently, mockingly for a minute and remind me that it was time to go to work, now that I was protected.

Still, we had not been looking for sites (CM? What is CM?), she was not really getting excited at viewing submission videos from Xtube, we were trodding along easy. A few weeks back, I tried to call her mistress in one of our instant messaging session. She instantly reacted. I am not a mistress. What are you then? My Key Holder? the chat went silent a few seconds. Then she announced that she would be the KeyOwner. Yes, KeyOwner, be it as you wish. But not mistress he? She insisted. No, OK, I got the message.

Somehow, it seems that Not Mistress had a change of mind. The following day, she announced with no hesitation that, you know, for this trip of yours, next month... er... how long will you be gone? 5 days I think. Yes 5 days. Well, I want you caged for the whole duration. As you wish, my love. You are the KeyOwner. You decide.

I did not want to show it. But I was both apprehensive and thrilled. The apprehension was not so much because I would be deprived for so long of any access to my cock. True, for many years, long before we came together a couple of years ago, business trips had provided an occasion to escape the routine of married sexual life, to explore sexually at the border of the permitted. I had had adventures, not always acknowledged to my wife at the time. Mostly, I had watched porn, fantasised, engaged in my solitary fetishes (shh!), masturbated to repeated orgasms. But now, I was happy to give this away to my love, to trade it against the much more exciting game of chastity control. What worried me more was the pain. Having to sit for hours, for days, in the congress session with this tight grip on my genitals, would be difficult. And the night erections? They would become even more potent and frequent. Would I cope with the pain? You will she said, this is your problem, not mine. And I was thrilled at her voice.

 

[Nito]

Maybe I will be your flight attendant one day... Not sure if I will recognize you though unless I happen to see the outline of a Holy Trainer with only 1 ball sticking out. Good luck in your travels, hope TSA (Security) doesn't stop you and do a full body search...

That brings up an interesting point... Wouldn't it be nice if there was a way that you could tell if a guy was wearing a chastity device? It used to be you could tell if a guy was gay or not by his earring. I think it started in the 80's... if he wore an earring in the right ear he was gay and in the left he was straight (or was it the other way around?). Maybe just a very small tattoo of a lock like this somewhere obvious to symbolize that the guy is owned by a Keyholder...

I would not mind to have a flight attendant that would understand he pain of sitting 12 hours with an overtight HolyTrainer clenching at my balls! Thank you for your comment and for the wonderful idea of the recognition tatoo. I will talk to KeyOwner and get her PoW . Though, I hope guys would be gien the choice of two designs for the lock. Closed or Open? And what about you gentle KHs having a little key tatooed kind of at the same place?

Security is the reason why we are fighting with the HT. A stainless ring would be much easier to model to the right shape. In anycase, the ideal device in my case would be a full belt, We have looked at the behindbarz, owned by a member here, and I wonder what will be my Christmas pressie... But talk about going through security!!

 

[Nito]

Disclaimer : the contents of this blog are as real as can be, and I have the sole responsibility for writing. Please forgive me for the non edit form of my posts : they are written online, I realise only on second lecture the terrible quality of the writing, typos, etc... hope the story still makes sense, and in its own way provides material of interest for the readers who venture here. Be thanked for your visit and your understanding

 

[Quercus Jay]

With regards being called mistress my Wife didn't like that when we started. I think the problem is that the word has come to mean something else, the 'other woman', instead of the woman in charge. If you read the dictionary definition of mistress the first given is;

1. a woman in a position of authority or control.​

Now she has got used to the idea I call my Wife Miss when she gives me an order and she likes that.

 

[Nito]

With regards being called mistress my Wife didn't like that when we started. I think the problem is that the word has come to mean something else, the 'other woman', instead of the woman in charge. If you read the dictionary definition of mistress the first given is;

1. a woman in a position of authority or control.​

Now she has got used to the idea I call my Wife Miss when she gives me an order and she likes that.

Thanks Jasmic for the comment and the excellent advice. 'Miss' is a good compromise
I'll ask my KeyOwner what she thinks about it!

 

[Nito]

D6/7 In the plane, for a delivery on arrival…

So, my love was suddenly ready to assume her role of KeyOwner. We naturally found ourselves browsing the net for a community we knew existed but had never quite made the effort to meet. Naturally again, we started and ended at CM and she agreed to register a name. My attempts to make it a joint account quickly floundered, but occasionally she would read some blogs with me at night, stroking my penis (I am rarely caged when we are together in bed)(Ek! I hope this will not change after this trip), often getting annoyed at what she sees as going too far. What is too far? Stories of forced feminisation, that read like a fantasy? Tell me, is it a fantasy? Or you think it is real? Is this what you want? I don’t know… We don’t know… How far do we want to take our story? I did not want to bring the question. Getting annoyed. But getting excited too. She is kind of warming up to the idea of being able to impose her will on me. Appropriating the concept, progressively, ever so cautiously, extending one small step here, one big step there, the reach of her control. Let it go where it wants to go.

But yes, she had no hesitation at locking the cage, one hour before my taxi arrived. And no release until you are back, agreed? Yes KeyOwner, agreed….

And she was right. I did cope. I learnt how to reach the bathroom in the middle of my sleep, with a throbbing penis trying to burst the cage open I remembered what the advice of the members here : pass urine, use the cold shower, hoping my balls would not give way under the pressure. I understood that my comfort of the day would proscribe wearing too tight underwear, as it would inevitably result in an ordeal after a few minutes of sitting down. And I had to sit for hours… I discovered that I could still, after all, reach some tiny parts of my penis, stroking the tip of it through the little pissing slit at the end (that is quite a nice sensation, if you are not able to masturbate, and it relieves a bit of the frustration whilst you are browsing for good vids on xtube or reading some hot blogs on CM!).

Only twice did I have to beg for an access to the key. On the third day morning, because the cotton tip I was using in an attempt to cleaning my cock dropped inside the cage. The morning toilet, during my business trips, is usually Skype time with my love. I am on the other side of the planet, and she is watching me shave, brush my teeth, and now clean my cage. It’s all right darling, I’ll send you an access. God! my cock was rearing even before I reached the locked box, and started oozing precome on the floor. Oh! The relief when it slid out its prison! The weight of it, its sudden resurrection, its expanding against my will, free, free… She even allowed me, as I was naked, to shower it, But, no masturbation eh? I am watching you! To my own surprise, I managed. Under the pretence of soaping every corner of my body, I did steal a few strokes that she could not really detect, but I was soon ready, my cock unwillingly bowing under her control, forcibly reduced by the water on maximum cold. And it went back in, without much of a fight. Submitted.

The second time was more of a blow. I had showered, dried, and before getting dressed, I set to oil the ring and my balls, as this greatly reduces the friction during the day. On the screen, my sweetheart was mocking my balls that looked kind of askew, as usual. As I lifted the cage to help with the operation, I knew my left testis, the atrophic one, had slipped out. My little DIY was not working. I felt let down, inept, incapable. I apologised for not having been able to make it a secure device. I would have cried. KeyOwner is a beautiful soul. She understood and sent me an access, urging me to refit my cock. Quick, you’ll be late for your session! Don’t worry, we will order the Leopard when you come back. We have read about this new kid on the block, at customchastity.com. We have an idea that it may be the solution for my handicapped cock…..

 

[Nito]

D6/7 In the plane, for a delivery on arrival…(suite)

I am not sure about you guys… Your wives seem to be natural Mistresses, more or less hot wives, assertive in their right to control your cock and your sexuality, confident in their own body and entitlement to pleasure, happy to go all the way with your FLR fantasies. My KeyOwner is nothing of the sort. She is not very tall, she is petite. Being Asian (we live in Korea) she is conjuring images of softness, of gentleness bordering on submission. Her catholic background is not really disposing her to play on the fetish scene. She is candid. Ah, I was to forget : and she can be bloody moody, but this is not a useful comment in this discussion. At least not at this stage.

So please imagine my surprise when, during our morning skype on the fourth day, she…

But before I start, let me feed you in. We do not have secrets for each other. Even if it is hardly 2 years since we decided to make it together, and hardly more since we first met on a vanilla site, we have always agreed to be as transparent as possible. Unfortunately (or fortunately for the submissive sissies amongst you?), all this openness does not alleviate her innate suspicion that I don’t play fair. Hence the cage, to protect her interests. Yet, she knows all about my past, my several (or many, according to your point of view) liaisons, marriages, girlfriends etc… I let her in very early about my various sexual experiences, and even my diaper fetish amongst other things (this was not an easy one, but I took my chance). In the same way, she told me everything about her own experiences, happy or less happy, and I know about that particular male friend she met on the internet, some months (or years?) before me. He is an attractive guy, younger than me, and married. They met only once, briefly, just before she came to live at my place, but they forged a very real relationship on the web. He knows about me, and we have said hello to each other on skype.

She broached the subject without much warning, as I was starting to shave, after my cage inspection. You know, I spoke to C… Yes? Is he OK? No, not quite. He is cheating his wife again. He’s got himself a girlfriend. Good for him! I replied merry and stupid, to her picture on the screen. What do you mean, good for him??? It’s very bad of him! I told him what I thought. I told him that he should be put in a chastity cage. I told him I was making you wear one, and that he should do the same. YOU… YOU WHAT? I puffed. You told him that I am in a cage? Yes, I told him, why, what is the problem? I told him that with this, I was sure you would not been making errors. I advised him to talk to his wife about chastity cages, so that she should do the same. This is the only way they can protect their marriage, or what’s left of it. You crazy! I was dumbfounded. You could at least have asked my permission first! But, for all my stupefaction and bewilderment, I did not manage to get really angry. I accepted that she is my KeyOwner, and as such, she decides. Besides, I suddenly realised how much she had grown, how confident she was becoming and that made me proud and filled me with hope. My cock was responding to her revelations, trying to push the confines of its jail. But you know, she continued, he thinks that her wife could not understand about it… You mean, about the chastity cage? Are you telling me that he is willing to accept your suggestion? Yes, why, of course, he agreed that it could be a solution, if only he could talk to his wife…

By then, my cock was oozing precome, thick and overflowing, running onto my tights. Could this really be happening? I suggested to her that she could talk to his wife, if he could not. But no, it is impossible, don’t you see? I have never met his wife, she does not know about me, about our friendship. Hmmm… Well, in that case, you’ll have to offer him to become his Key Holder! I concluded, jockingly… She noticed, even through skype, my state of arousal and sent me clean the ooze. Be quick, you will be late again!

 

[Nito]

D6/7 In the plane, for a delivery on arrival…(suite et fin)

That very night, during our bedtime skype session, she told me how impatient she was to have me back here. I replied that I had been aching (that is the proper word) all day, and that I could not wait 2 more days to see my KeyOwner. Don’t worry, just be patient! You will have your reward when you come back. You have been a good boy so far. Just continue like this, and I promise you that you will not regret it. I don’t regret it, my love (oooops, I nearly called her Mistress J), I do that for you, and it pleases me if it pleases you. Don’t worry, she repeated, I’ll be nice to you, be prepared! she smiled, so adorably.
I tried to get her to say more, but she declined. It is my secret! Just be prepared!

And she turned the conversation somewhere else, actually, on her developing story with C. They had spoken again. He had apparently started to browse the internet about this new concept of male chastity, and he had been asking advice to her. And you know, she added, I followed your advice. I told him I could be his key owner if he wants to. Really? Yes, I told him to buy a cage and send me the key. And also to buy a smartlock like the one we bought. You will have to show him yours and give him the site’s address.

But there was more. Obviously, they had gone quite far in their chats. She had told him about my fantasy of having sex with her and another man. She had even gone into the details, that I was fantasising about a cross dresser who posted masturbation videos on xtube, and that I had expressed my desire to suck his cock. And you know what? C said that he could join us next time we would be in Singapore (he works in Malaysia). I had to beg her to stop. I did not know what to think (and I still don’t), spreadeagled between the shame of having my submission and my most secret inner fantasies revealed to a stranger (or, even worse, a not so stranger) and the desire to see this story take shape. My phantasmic machine was running wild. I could see C naked and me, caged, both pleasuring my love with small attentions, caresses, with our tongues and fingers and nails, and his cock was in her and I was helping, and then I was kneeling in front of him, my hands on my cage, swallowing his manhood. Don’t do that to me my love! This is cruel! You are making me hard, it is painful. She dismissed my plea : this is your problem! It is your fault if you are indulging in your fantasies…

Yes, just fantasies! She is only talking with C, nothing more… She cannot not do something like this. Yes, she has promised me… for my birthday, with a crossdresser… maybe she could. Maybe. If she can just sit and watch. My love, my KeyOwner, you do as you please. You make the scenario. If it is your pleasure to do this, I’ll be happy. If not, I will accept it with joy. It’s OK, she cut abruptly. Be a good boy now! And don’t masturbate, I know you can do it even with your cage on, but this is totally forbidden, remember? If you forget, forget your reward tomorrow!

Now I worry. And I would really like to ask your advice, you guys here who have much more experience than me and have been patient (and interested) enough to read up to there. What reward should I expect tomorrow? I fear she has been reading, in CM and other sites all kind of stories and interesting experiences of domination and submission. Do you think she will wait for me, dressed in her most sexy outfit, ready for her first application of her newly gained knowledge on T&D? Or we will just fondle, and kiss, and open my cage and wash my cock until it become big, hard, ready to enter her and bring her, bring us to a frightful orgasm? Will it depend on me? And if it does, what should be my choice? Experience T&D with its cortege of frustrated, endless pleasure or the simple, but all powerful, fulfilling achievement of penetrating mutual orgasm?


PS : if any of you want to know how things turned out, please leave me a ‘like’, a comment or a personal message, and I will let you in.

 

[Quercus Jay]

A few thoughts...

First. Wonderful. A great series of posts describing your experiences and thoughts in a way that convey the depth of feelings you are experiencing without spilling over into hysterical fantasy.

Second. About your partner being Catholic and not suited for being your Mistress. Are you crazy? Catholicism is ALL about punishment and control. The entire religion is built on guilt and making reparation. I think you have the chance to have a beautiful Mistress in charge of you, full of fire and brimstone but also sweet forgiveness.

Third. Expectations. I think you should have absolutely none whatsoever. The reward could be something as simple as the chance to once again be close and breathe the same air as your partner. It is completely up to her, and you cannot control her mood or try to influence what she does. I know you didn't say that was what you would do but when we allow hope to become too strong we risk disappointment and that undermines our Mistress and risks damaging their development.

Last. Forced feminization and other things she sees as going too far. This wonderful crazy lifestyle goes as far as she wants and in the direction she wants to take it. The only rule is that you do this chastity thing the way that you enjoy it, the way that she is comfortable taking it. A good rule of thumb (but again, not a rule in itself) is to try to make sure you are having fun. Everything else is up to you.

 

[Nito]

A few thoughts...

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Thank you Jasmic for your very nice post, and you are perfectly right in your comments. Thanks for sharing your experience.
I will post on what happened that night, but since my return I only had little time. Planes are a good place to write

 

[Nito]

Day 7

A promise is a promise, and I have to let you know how things ended on that Day 7 (or was is 8?). Jasmic, did I say ‘what should I expect’? How slippery words are… This was not about expectations, merely about interrogations perhaps… My KeyOwner was waiting for me at the airport and there was no mistaking her smile : she was as happy as me about my trip being over and about us being reunited. Although, maybe for different reasons? I did not want to probe too far, no need to spoil the prospect of being soon released! In the taxi she informed me that there was a contretemps (the French word, not the English). One of our friend was visiting from Europe, and wanted us to join a restaurant party that night. She assured me, I tried to do everything to postpone, but no ways, he is leaving early in the morning, and we haven’t seen him for so long! But don’t worry, I will release you as soon as we arrive home. You need a good shower and wash before we go there. And… you can put it on again for the restaurant, she added with a softening smile.

It was easier said than done. Because she did not stop at releasing the cage, which actually popped under the pressure she had already built before laying me on the bed to insert the key. Once free, she kissed, oh! ever so lightly! my poor little cock who had to be soooo patient, she stroke, even more gently, my balls, telling me off about the flows of precum that were running down my shaft. Once happy with my helpless state of arousal, she sent me to the shower, quick, we have no time now, be patient a bit longer, my love, you will have your rewards after. As you guessed, no amount of the ice she got from the fridge was enough to relax me enough to a state compatible with an easy reinsertion. I had to push and coax and oil again and still could not make it near comfortable inside. With a tinge of annoyance, she urged me to conclude and, miracle, she managed to insert the deadbolt and turn the key out.

It took me all my negotiating skills to manage us to withdraw from the party before everybody left. After all, I had been travelling across 8 time zones, spent the last 15 hours in planes (and writing this blog J), had slept only a couple of hours over the last 36 hours… I was excused, but still had to wait for my love to finish the long last minute good byes and cuddles and fondles and praise of the lovely baby and thank you for this wonderful night… before being able to drag her out and slam shut the door of the taxi. My genitals by then were more than uncomfortable, a mix of contradicted erection (sitting so close to my KeyOwner might explain that), of poor arrangement of the cage after my shower earlier and, no doubt, of just wanting it desperately to be off!

But she was not to rush things, oh no! despite the already advanced hour of the evening, she asked me to run her bath, before she can give me my reward, you understand, my love, it will be better if we are both clean. And here I am, lying on the bed as she slips into the hot water, watching the ceiling, trying to forget about the situation in an attempt to stop the swelling and the aching down below.

She called me from the bathroom. And bring the keys with you, will you? They are in the pouch by my bedside. I know where they are, don’t worry! I jumped there, standing in front of the tub, whilst she fondled with the key, eventually getting it in and pulling slowly the barrel. She stripped the tube, cautiously freed the ring over my balls and invited me to join her in to rub her back, ignoring my half erection, talking about the bills that had arrived during the week.

We were eventually together on the bed, naked and still warm from the bath when she asked :

did you get some videos from Xtube? (Apologies if I break the narrative here, but you have to know that, in Seoul, many sites, including a number of dedicated tumblr account -sorry KeepHimCagedJ- are filtered out of the web. So it has come that, during my trip overseas, I am in charge of downloading as many interesting xvids as I can. The hard bit, of course, if to make sure I select the one that will turn her off…)

So that was it? This was my reward? Yes, I did get some. And rushed to start windows player, even if my cock did not need that encouragement . It was already throbbing and leaking, long before she had set her fingers around, caressing gently and softly, leaning on my shoulder. She allowed my own hand to settle on her pussy and rub her clit. She was already wet and her little protuberance was rolling smoothly under my finger, hard and willing. She came in a flash (my love is very quick to orgasm, in whichever way that please her). She clung to my hand to take it away and implored me to roll over her and enter her waiting pussy.

And this was my reward. A fantastic, ecstatic, euphoric 10 minutes of plain vanilla sex. Hopefully we did not wake up our lodgers next door when we both exploded one in each other.

 

[Nito]

Everything, and particularly the best ones, need to finish…The previous post was to be the end of this blog. But KeyOwner decided otherwise. Although she only reads superficially my writing, she has apparently taken a liking to it. And she has instructed me to add here one more episode. So be it. She orders, and your obliged has to comply. Then, let’s call it :

Day 9

Day 9 is a Friday. I will leave work early as we have to go meet a friend in the southernmost suburbs of Seoul. KeyOwner has been satisfied last night again, and, in spite of just starting her period, she is so gentle and well disposed that I dare ask. I would like to spend the day in diapers. It has been such a long time. The base of my cock is still sour of this week entrapped in too tight a ring. She argues a little bit, it is my fault if the ring was too tight, no? You could have engineered the largest one instead… Yes I will do, promise, but what about my diapers?

After 5 minutes of negotiations, she gives in, easily. I am to take my supply and change in the toilets at work before starting on our journey.

4 pm… I have nearly cleaned up the backlog of work after one week’s oversea’s trip, and I am still full blast going through my emails but… without warning, my concentration lapses. I lose focus. My diapers, in my bag… we agreed I was to put them on before leaving. Our meeting is at 5. pm… What if…? I have never, ever, done this in the office before. I pluck my courage, the door is shut, I tentatively pulls a Dr P (they are the best, bought in Taiwan, with a flowery plastic front J) of my bag when… my assistant pushes the door. She wants to give me the papers I will need for my meeting early morning on Monday. Ek! That was a near miss. She excuses herself, as she wanted to make sure she caught me before I leave. She has to go down for a meeting in one of the lower floor you understand… I do, and as soon as she leaves I push the door again, swiftly take the diaper out, lowers my pants and wraps myself in (there is an art to do this that I have learnt years ago to master). Those of you that were not born nepiophiles will probably not totally empathised with my bliss. Diapers are so much more comfy than a too tight cage! How lucky I am that my KeyOwner allowed me to rest for a few days, and understood my desire to feel pampered!

Now here, I want to attempt a little digression. I have for some time been thinking about the odd connection between diaper fetish and chastity. This is not the place to start the reflexion, but I wonder if any of you here would find this worth discussing? Maybe we could start a thread? Or maybe there is one ongoing already? I have not yet had time to go through all the depth of CM…

Anyhow, back to the story. I am happy now, and want to share my bliss with my KeyOwner. Why not send a selfie before I pull my trousers back on? Done! I send her a teaser on messenger and apparently it works as she is on the phone even before I send the picture… She is not furious, just annoyed. I broke the rules. What rules? We said, before you leave work. But… my love, this is before I leave work, no? Apparently, I should have asked permission to diaper up so early, and in your office on top of this! She insists. You broke the rules, you shall be punished tonight… ??? I have never heard her proffering anything like this before. Yet, there is no doubting that I have to accept. No need to argue. I shall be punished.

After our evening out and a tricky change in a public toilet (just before serious leaks), we are back in the bedroom. You are ready for your punishment? she starts, immediately the door closed. I assume my best submissive look. Yes, Miss (thanks again for the tip, Jasmic J). Good boy! I planned to give you 6, but, as I am kind, and this is your first time, we will do only 3. Very well, Miss, if this is your pleasure. Take your nappy off now, and under the shower quickly, she orders, with and alarming tone in her voice. I execute myself, of course. After the shower, she instructs me to prepare my diapers and plastic pants for the night whilst she washes herself… And wait for me in the bedroom, he? Mistr… Miss, with my diapers on? Certainly not!

My position was to be the humiliating one. Hands on my ankles, standing up in the middle of the bedroom. She learnt a little bit from me (the cane was bought for her, initially, but this is another story) yet mostly, I believe, from watching 50 shades of grey. She makes me wait in this humbling position before starting. She caresses my butt with the flat end, then arms, holds and delivers. It’s OK, not that painful, but I realise that in this position my cock is dripping pre-cum on the floor. Thankfully she does not notice, so much enthralled in her new discovery. Another half timid blow, and yet another more assured one, land on my butt. Not quite as painful as she could do it, or is it that my old skin is more like leather already?

That’s enough, you may now straighten up and lie on the bed. She diapers me herself (she loves to do that). Now you masturbate in your diapers, she continues, but you are forbidden to touch me. I have no difficulty at all with her first injunction. My cock is hard as rock and, through the plastic cover, the diaper and the added pad for security, responds willingly to the gentle rubbing of my fingers. KeyOwner is lovingly helping me by suckling on my tits but she firmly brushes my hand aside when it wanders in search of her own pleasure zones. No touching, I said!

In less than a minute, I am done, spent, and we fall asleep.