Cock Ring (and Lingerie) Shopping & Training Make-up Report by sonya emma

Since sonya did not wear the ring for an hour before masturbating, I gave her instructions to go back to the store, buy the set of pink rings and redo the assignment. If the same salesgirl was there, she was to explain that she purchased the black ones before because she was following her Mistress' orders, and that after reading her report, her Mistress had insisted that she go back for the pink ones. Then she was to practice putting the rings on and taking them off at least three times over at least a two hour period and submit her report to me before she was allowed to masturbate. Below is her report. Enjoy! ;-)

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As instructed by Mistress, i returned to the adult shop near my office yesterday. i was still filled with trepidation due in part to Mistress's response to my report; Your further instructions and also the fact that i may meet the same lady again. However, i think i was a little bolder this time around as i'm under instruction from Mistress.

i opened the door and heard the familiar 'ping' again; as i was prepared, i managed a smile when i saw the same lady stood up from behind the counter. When she saw me, she smiled: "Hello, nice to see you again! What can I do for you today?...wait...are you back for our panties? We just saw a new arrival..."

i was mentally prepared to brush off any remarks, embarassing or not, give her a big smile, head to the shelf at the back to pick up the c**k rings and pay at the counter. But i froze in mid-step when i realized we were not alone. Seated further back from the counter, i saw two other girls, looking straight at me. They were of about the same age as the sales lady and i reckon they were either helpers or friends.

Sensing my hesitation, they stood up and moved beside the sales lady...Either way, i was feeling hotter and hotter under the collar...my face must have turned beet-root red as any replies that i mustered just refused to spill out of my mouth. What came out was: "Umm...um...nno..no..i came for the rrinngs..."

"Pardon me...?" the sales lady asked.

i cleared my throat, forced my eyes towards the end of the store and repeated "i returned for the rings.."

"Ah..I see." the sales day smiled "Janice, would you bring him to the c**k rings shelf and help him out?" Turning to me, she said: "Janice here will help you today. Sorry, I'm taking delivery of the lingerie with Julia here..." with that she turned back to the counter and starting speaking with the other lady.

i wanted to disappear as quickly as possible...i felt so awkward...why had i chosen to come at this time?? i took my cue and walked as quickly as possible to the shelf where i found my rings but i couldn't see any pink ones...

"What colour would you like sir? We have black,...and blackker.." she giggled...much as i appreciate her candour and attempt to lighten the mood...i just wasn't prepared for a lengthy purchase.

"Are these all you have? i remembered your colleague mentioned there were other colours..."

Janice raised an eyebrow enquiringly "what colour are you talking about?"...i rubbed my neck...this was going to be tough.."pink."

"I don't think we have that...we ran out of red I know, but pink?..." "Shelley?" she called back behind her "this gentlemen said he wanted the pink c**k rings! Do we have any?"

Shelly looked up from her discussion...and so did Julia, who was just short of starring at me. That question just hung in the air...for a good few seconds before Shelly called back "it's in the store, i haven't had time to display it, while you're at it, see if he would like the bright orange one as well." she smiled at me.

i turned away and just pretended something else in the nearest shelf caught my eye and refused to turn my attention back to Shelley.

Janice disappeared quickly and returned with a pair in pink and another single ring in orange. I took the rings from her and thanked her. Checking quickly, i turned and walked back to the counter to make payment. Shelley was ready to serve me there.

"Hmm...no lubricant today? haha...just kidding...you'd have been very busy if you finished that bottle you bought.." i didn't reply and i waited for her to scan the items "why didn't you get this the other day?"

i starred at her...i had hope this question wouldn't come...but it did...and..."my Mistress asked me to get this after my report last week..." i forced it out of me...i could have lied...but i had wanted to feel submissive...to be submissive...i was submissive...so i said it...i was looking at the floor...the counter...the door...anywhere but her...

i heard the beeping of the scanner and that was the cue for me to reach for my wallet..."Umm...i am just curious...are you wearing the black ones now?" Shelley asked innocently and broke out into a grin...i looked at her helplessly while Janice and Julia also looked to their friend...sensing their curiousity. Shelley said "he was here last week to purchase a set of black c**k rings and a bottle of lube, that was when i recommended him this pink set" she giggled in mid sentence..."to match with a set of pink bra and panties he was looking at"...now all three of them looked at each other and giggled together...

i already had my wallet out and i wanted to get out "how much should i pay you?"

Shelley looked at me and smiled "$20 - I gave you a loyal customer discount"

"Wait.." Julia interupted "..I really do have a set of bra and panties that match that...do you want to see them?" she smiled..."i think i know your size...38A right...or at the most, a B?" she offered appraising me openly.

Somehow they are not standing between me and the door and i was in a dilemma...i could have just paid and rushed off, i don't think they could really have stopped me, but i was also feeling my submissive sissy emotions bubbling to the surface...i wrapped my arms around the big shoulder carrier i was using and just...nodded my head...still bowed...

"Come over here...it's still in the box that arrived" Julia said and i could detect a smile in her voice...she does not seem as mischievious as Shelley and that settled me somewhat...she led me over to the box just beside the counter and retrieved 2 sets of patterned bras and panty sets that looked girlish and i really liked it for their colour...during which time Julia was explaining to me about the material, the cut, how it accentuates the breasts, the colour and how to maintain it and how the panty just highlights the pert bum

Out of the two, i picked one that i liked the most and examined it...

"Would you like to try the bra?" i looked at her..."You will not be able to try the panty and we won't be able to help you...for obvious reasons...but we understand you may need to confirm the size..." she patted my forearm reassuringly..."Shelley, you wouldn't mind if he tried it on would you?"

"Of course!!...not!" Shelley giggled...

Holding the bra in my hands...i walked over to the changing room gingerly and went in. i wore the bra quickly and can only guess at it's fit as my breastforms were home. It felt comfortable as the fabric hugged my bodice and offered a very snug, reassuring feel. "How is it? Is it ok?" "yes." was my unconscious reply looking at the mirror while detecting a slightly softer, tender and submissive tone to my voice.

i removed the bra just as quickly, changed to my male clothes and stepped out of the room. Julia smiled at me "That's a very good choice you made. i would have gotten that myself too."

i smiled back as she made me comfortable...in a way, all of them made me comfortable...i would have been ridiculed in many places but at the shop, i felt being accepted...free to be myself...

i returned to the counter and Shelley & Janice were ready now..."so...are you wearing the black ring today...?"

My "n.nn.no..not..today..." was acknowledged with giggles from the both of them...i found at that time at i answered not so much out of embarassement now but more out of submissiveness...inside i am resigned to feeling this way always...a burning desire to be a sissy...to be submissive...a desire that refused to be neither satiated nor doused...to follow orders from a superior Female...

i made payment and left the shop...instead of a manly and purposeful gait...this time more dainty...more effiminately as i waved and smiled back at them...on hindsight, it was an amazing shopping experience for me today...

The trip home was uneventful but filled with an internal battle about what i need to do...i need to wear the c**k ring for extended periods of time...about 2 hours long...removing it and then putting it back on again...for at least three times...

as i write this report to You, Mistress, i am into my third time of wearing the ring. i had returned home and as before, removed my clothes and wore my c**k ring. the first time i wore the ring, i had the same distinct arousal as before, the tight yet firm hold of the ring really made me feel like Mistress's hand was just over it...controlling me....and it's almost as if my c**k wanted to grow bigger and bigger...that made me so, so horny...i had touched myself but all the while resisting stroking my c**k.

The first time, i let mysekf go naked...puttering around the kitchen cooking a meal...it was a little difficult, at first with a bobbing member sticking in front...it can be inconvenient...but it did subside after a while when my mind moved away from the submissiveness...and the...lust. Yet, firmly it still held on...so much so that it became normal...as if it was meant to be there in the first place.

About an hour after my dinner, i removed the ring from my c**k and let it rest a little. Since it had grown accustomed, my b*lls had dropped somewhat from it's original higher set position and was relatively easy to extract. After 15 minutes, i fit it back on, squatting down to make it easier to pull through the b*lls and my c**k. Again, as before, my c**k "rose to the occasion" and wouldn't go down...and this time to encourage myself a little, i picked out my pink bra and panty set to tried it on...Mmmm....the feeling was ecstatic!...the feeling of the fabric when i pulled the panty up my legs...brushing aginst my thighs and finally settling and wrapping itself around my buttocks...so enveloping...so comfortable...so...sexy.

my c**k was pressed and straining against the front though and i had looked at it with a little annoyance...it had spoiled the picture...i was going to wait till it soften...then i'll know how to handle it...i used my breastforms next and wore my bra on top of it...and Ohhh...do i like what i saw...the breastforms had squeezed my "breasts" together to form little mounds of fleah above the cups of the bra...and accentuate a cleavage. Ohh....i didn't think my reaction in my panties is going down anytime soon...this is making me so horny!!

i turned on my pc and began checking my mail...then the news...then fashion forums online...before long...my topic went to porn...Oh my...i felt like i was literally beside myself...i wanted my c**k to subside...to feel lesser of a strain...to feel less tempted...but the "other" me just wants to go on and on...tempting me to surf more...occassionally brushing my hand over my c**k and b*lls...to encourage it going...

Before long, 2 hours just flew by...having removed the ring, i took a cold bath to cool myself down and did all i could not to masturbate in the shower...coming out from the shower,i squatted again to wear the c**k ring a third time...this time it went on easily, perhaps i'm getting used to it...but my c**k still became hard whenever it came through the ring...i turned on my pc and began typing my report to Mistress....

i am now turning in this report as Mistress requested. i am also glad to report that i have managed to refrain from being naughty without Mistress's instruction. Again, i hope that my report will meet with Mistress's acceptance and approval and look forward to coming under Mistress's instruction.

Humbly Yours,
a sissy slave

Obedience in Rings and Panties an #MMDay report by ed cantor

Mmm... how easy it would be to develop an endless loop where each report writing exercise would becoming something new that needed to be reported. *evil grin*

Also posted at: http://mind-effing.tumblr.com/post/1020423855/obedience-in-rings-and-panties-an-mm-day-report#disqus_thread

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Your wickedness, your imagination, your gleeful pleasure, Mistress, are so adept at making one pleasure flow into the next.

You gave me the simple instruction to start… while writing my most recent report, I was to be ringed – the largest ring, put in place around my cock and balls. To inspire me, no doubt.

Then, added to inspiration was incentive. Once the report was finished, to your satisfaction and sent off to you, the others were to be added. And then, to make it clear that I was under your power and control, I was to go and edge myself – to go and touch and tease myself to the brink of orgasm and then stop, denying myself, heart bounding and flesh throbbing.

I received all this instruction in the morning, and I went and ringed myself immediately, Mistress. It is such a gift you give me, to grant me your control, that I get a jolt just from reading those words.

With work, interruptions and the rest of real life interfering, it was not until lunch that I would really sit and write – which only meant more time ringed in anticipation. More time knowing that under my normal clothes, I was held by your desires, will and pleasure – held by what I like to compare to the circling grip of your thumb and forefinger.

It was hard not to rush, but I tried. I didn’t want to make my own lust and impatience be the cause of mistakes and typos that would interfere with the report. But finally I was done. I tried not to run to the washroom, to go and add two more rings. I prepared myself in the “three ring circus” that you like – one more ring added to encircle just my balls, then the third around the base of my shaft… snugly.

I was stiff, very stiff, quickly Mistress, but the rings themselves helped me endure that ache for a while, before I could feel that I would have to stop. Of course, breathing deep, I knew they would also make the stiffness endure as well, and I had to wait a few moments so that the bulge visible through my pants would be slightly less obvious.

I wore them all, feeling thick and owned and heavy and tingling and throbbing with desire and hunger… for you, Mistress.

Near the end of the work day, you gave me yet another task and chore – that of edging once more, then removing all but the first, largest ring. I of course obeyed immediately, gleefully and achingly.

Yes, the edging was fast, urgent, hungry and all too short. Goddess it was difficult to stop. You had built in me a need, over the whole day, that was getting to my mind. I had to wait, at least five minutes, before I even dared touch myself enough to comply with the next step of wriggling myself out of the two rings.

I was almost thinking, as I read your instructions, that after hours of being decorated in all three, that wearing just one again would feel disappointing. It didn’t Mistress. I felt it like a hug – like a reminder of delicious torment, but with just enough tease to keep it on my mind.

And so it stayed on my mind. The ring. You and your control over my body and arousal. For hours more – until I was ready for sleep.

And so, in the dim light of a single lamp, I stripped down, bare, to nothing but the ring itself on me.

I knelt, my thighs spread and my hungry cock in my hands, along with a small glass tumbler. As I stroked, I repeated my mantra like a meditation:

"Your boy, Mistress."

"Your cock, Mistress."

"Your pleasure, Mistress."

Nothing else. Just those words, a whisper spoken aloud into the darkness, as my pleasure and arousal built to the climax I had been teased with for 14 hours. I came, hard and tingling and intense – with barely the presence of mind to grab the glass in time, still stroking hard, until my strokes turned to milking, making sure every thick gooey drop was drained into the glass.

Still breathing hard, I brought the glass to my lips and tilted it back. I swallowed every goeey drop, Mistress, even using my finger to bring it all to my tongue. It is a taste I could never get used to, but I loved that it was the taste in my mouth as I drifted to sleep and dreams of you, Mistress.

Thank you, Mistress

A "Normal" Cock Ring Training Report by shy jim

Some of my potential trainees are a bit intimidated by ed cantor's excellent reports, and by the others that I have published here, so I thought I would provide an example of a normal, but very good, report. In reading this, I can visualize and follow both his shopping trip and his ring training, as well as his reactions to them. It is full of incomplete sentences, and I've decided not to edit it in order to show it as I received it, but it still gets all the key points across. (Can you tell that it was written by a busy executive?) All in all, it is a good account of what happened. It doesn't have the level of detail and language that a skilled erotica writer like ed might use, however, it still makes me smile and has some hot moments. ;-)

Note: I generally feel that writing about going down on me is presumptuous, however, I know jim in person, so he has a bit of leeway here. New boys should not go there, especially in such detail.

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Completed the assignment today and night. Went to a local novelty store in my neighborhood. Parked in the back parking lot. Went in the store and noticed three woman. One in her forties, another about 30 and another 35. Said to my self, my luck- a store full of woman and I am going to ask- Where's the Cock rings? Actually grinned to myself. Knew you had planned this for me.

Proceeded to browse around- Dildo section. Plastic to real life looking rubber cocks. Ointments and gels, video tapes and dvd's , bondage stuff and finally cock rings. Bought a set of 4 for 12.00. 2 in,1.75,1.5 1.25. Then had to go up to the counter and pay the woman cashier. She just smiled and said, would you like Lube -I said no, I had some at home-Astra-glide.. Felt a little red when I went up to pay. Turned around and looked the other two woman in the eyes and left.

Came home and eventually open the package and went to see which size I needed. Realized the 2 in was for me. Tried at first and was only getting one testicle through the ring. Ultimately was able to get both my balls and then my cock through the ring. Wore it for a few minutes and started rubbing my semi erect cock. After getting harder. let some time pass by answering e-mails- cock ring on -bringing my mind to you. Let about a half hour go by and then proceeded to stroke my cock- with saliva and rubbing the underside very gently and then harder. Did this for about five minutes -my mind think about you and being submissive.

Then remembered that you instructed us to masturbate while kneeling. Got down on my knees and started rubbing my penis with longer and harder stokes. My mind flashing on you and your pussy. Me kneeling in front of you and you walking up to me slowly- whispering to me, "you know you want to kiss me and lick me- don't you. I wanted to say -no, but I really did and found myself hoping you would walk up to me and rub your pussy into my face- my tongue arching to run over your clit as you pulled my head closer and closer. Almost losing my breath -am determined to help you achieve a big climax. At that point could feel the pressure on my face as I stoked harder I was lost in your triangle of bliss. Was certainly a strong orgasms and I did taste a little of my cum.. Thank you.

Cock Ring Training Report by sonya emma

Below is the first assignment report from sonya emma, a new sissy who is applying to me for training. I had to issue her a makeup assignment because she did not wait the full hour before masturbating. However, I found her report such a turn on that I couldn't resist sharing it (with her permission, of course). ;-)

It's still not too late to do my Cock Ring Training Assignment. Email: ForMistressMagick *at* yahoo *dot* com for info.

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i went quickly to the adult toy shop which happened to be situated around the block from my office. Stepping into the interior, i heard the familiar "ping" annoucing the arrival of a customer and from behind the counter, a lady of slight built stepped out and smiled at me, asking if she could help. A little taken aback and not knowing what to say immediately, i told her i was just browsing. She smiled and ushered me further into the back of the store and offering her advice should i need it.

The store was empty as it was in the middle of the day and i could hear faint music in the background. i passed shelves of lubricants. taking note to pick one up on my way out, i ventured further. The shelves further in housed different items according to tastes and fancies...there was a section of brightly coloured vibrators of varying sizes...then a section of plugs for both the butt and peenie...then came more hardcore items like dildoes of enormous sizes shaped like fists and also peenie cages...there was a vast section dedicated to lingerie and i spent a while perusing the items on sale....and finally the restrinats section housing all forms of c**k rings and handcuffs and ball gags etc...and then the sections end with videos and magazines leading back to the counter at the front.

As my eyes travelled to the counter, they met with those of the lady and she walked over...locking her gaze with mine and smiling almost knowingly..."Can I help you? Is there something you like?" she asked. Knowing that there's no escape, i asked her if i could have a set of black c**k rings and she smiled, reached across from me and took the packet from one of the hooks. "I have a set in pink you know....would you like that?" "Nno...n..o.no.." i stammered...She smiled knowingly "just thought I'd ask...I saw you examining our bra and panty sets...thought you may like a matching set of rings to go with them"..."Bbblack is fine...thank You..." i tried answering with some dignity...as we walked out towards the front...i picked up a bright pink bottle of lubricant from the shelf and placed it on the counter. As she turned from scanning the c**k rings, she saw the lubricant on the counter and looked at me..."you sure you don't want to get the pink set?...we have a pink dildo that goes very well with the pink panty you were feeling just now...you'd look so cute in them..." she smiled as she waited for my answer...to which i said.."Nno...this will do thanks..." she chuckled at my reply and shook her head while bagging the items and took the money from me. As i walked out the door i heard her call out after me "come back again, we are expecting our new arrivals of slutty panti..."...i did not wait for her to complete the sentence and quickly exited the store...

my trip home is nothing short of dreamy as i fantasized how i'd feel with those rings around the c**k...and before i knew it, i had opened my door and was already losing my clothes on the way to my room...

Opening the packet and retrieving the rings, i took the x-large ring as i find i have high set balls...i slowly placed one ball in and pulled it through completely...before adjusting the other into the ring....i could already feel the carress of the ring against my skin and felt that tingling rush of blood into my member...pushing my member back before it became difficult...i squeezed it through the tiny space still available and sat the ring properly in its place...it fit perfectly!... immediately the member swelled in size and became stiff....as i attempted to walk around, i felt as if there was an invisible hand encircling around my member and balls...the feeling is...magical...

since i was already in that frame of mine...i opened my drawer of panties and bras and began wearing my favourite set...a matching navy blue set of cotton bra and low cut panties...pulling the panty on tight after fastening my bra...i could feel the slight stretch of the skin against the rubber ring and that added to the sensation i felt...arousing my feelings even more...emotionally and physically...closing my eyes and imagining that those were Mistress's fingers encircling me and controlling me...i began to get even more excited...and it showed through the panty...tenting outwards...

i know that i had not reached my hour limit as per Mistress's instructions but i couldn't control myself any longer...my left hand moved towards my member and began carressing and stroking it, while my right went to the balls and carressed it some more...

pushing my panty downwards to my knees as i did not want to stain it...i kneeled down to stroke and carress in earnest...closing my eyes to visualize Mistress in front of me...commanding me to do this until Your command to come....

Somehow...it seemed to take slower than usual for me to achieve the crest of my orgasm...and i had to work harder to maintain the rhythm...yet the pleasure increased exponentially as if the delayed rupture was building...encouraging the member to become ever bigger...stiffer...and into a bigger crescendo...

And without warning...i came...and came....and came...in huge spurts of white milk onto the floor...at that time...i felt...ashamed...almost for the act of doing it or for the waste of it or for my lack of control of it...but as quickly as the shamefulness came it was gone and i was overcome by a sense of submissiveness...in my bra and panties at my knees...i began to bend forward and lap up what i deposited on the floor...savouring the taste of milky goodness...while imaging the tapping of Mistress's boot just next to my head...

i was astounded with the difference the c**k ring made to my experience! the orgasm from the use of the c**k ring was so delightful...it felt at once restrictive but oh so liberating at the end...it was just a blend of some many feelings both at the emotional and physical levels. Afterwards i felt so drained that i slowly drifted off in blissful sleep on the floor...

i hope that my report meets with Your approval Mistress Magick and shall await Your other assignments should You find me suitable for training.

Yours humbly
a sissy slave

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Another Private #MMDay...and Night by ed cantor

Sming softly, as I read this, I am ever so pleased with my boy yet again, both for that day and night (gods, we were both up far, far too late), and for his excellent report. Those of you who wish to be played with in such a manner should realize that when I give him an order, he does it promptly - no delays, no questioning, no need to force him or repeat myself.. and while he may sometimes be nervous or self conscious, he uses it to fuel his pleasure (and mine), rather than letting it get in his way.

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With apologies to Prince, I was ringed when I wrote this; forgive me if it goes astray. [LOL! But it's so easy to go astray with you, love! - MM]

I knew early into the day that it would be a long and busy one, with unrealistic deadlines that needed to be met regardless of time and life. This is not normally the kind of day that makes me smile, but you changed that very quickly, Mistress, when late in the morning you commanded me to put on a pair of black lacy panties from the drawer of wickedness I keep here for you.

As soon as I got the instruction, I made my way to the washroom and made the change, feeling their prettiness and softness embrace me and grip me. Their presence, and your control, Mistress, were such a welcome companion as the day just got busier, and hours just kept going by in a frenzy.

You seemed particularly gleeful to have me at your whim, and I loved your playfulness as you responded to a Freudian slip in my late afternoon email with the instruction to go and edge myself immediately. In the washroom again, my trousers around my ankles and my stiff, hungry cock pulled over the lacy waistband, I was throbbing and close in far too short a time. As I tucked myself away, the erection lasted and lasted, so much so that I was far too aware of the bulge, visible to any who might take a close look, even as I returned to my office and desk.

Later, around dinner time, when you let me know you’d be gone for a while, you made the kind and teasing offer that if I got bored, I had your permission to go and edge myself again. You know I didn’t take that opportunity, Mistress – first of all, I was never for a moment bored. Being that way for you, being physically obedient to you, and wearing this teasing sign of submission over my ass and cock and balls, is a constant high. It sends my imagination in erotic spirals whenever a moment of idle thought allows it. I also didn’t want, for a moment, to allow my own desires, my own choices even, to intrude on the path you were choosing for me.

I didn’t say it, yet, but from the moment you put me in panties, Mistress, my mind could not escape thinking about the cock rings that lay in the drawer as well. I wonder if it makes me greedy to have wanted them too, but I didn’t want to suggest it. I didn’t want to intrude upon the choices you were making for my body and me.

As the day of work turned into the evening of work and then the night of work, your presence never left me. I felt only more teased as time went on. Imagined, daydreamed scenarios kept getting new chapters. As the office emptied out, I was only spurred on more. I thought of what wickedness might be possible as I got to be more and more alone. My hand, the heel of my palm, would just slide down and grind against my stiffness, making me aware of the hunger intensely. I could feel the wetness of precum, staining my panties and taunting me even more.

The work was slowly getting done, fueled by adrenaline and testosterone. I have rarely felt this feeling so directly as a physical high. I had been in panties, at work, for more than twelve hours at this point. Twelve hours of lace. Twelve hours of being aware of the possibility of panty lines. Twelve hours of the teasing cupping of my manhood under my clothing. It was getting nearly too much to bear. I could edge by just thinking of you, Mistress.

It was around 2am, Mistress, chatting with you, when I finally broke down and gave words to my desires. I begged you, Mistress, begged you to ring this cock of yours. Begged you to encircle me in your control and grip even more.

You laughed, I think. You made me say it, you made me repeat that yes, I was begging to wear cock rings for you.

You granted me this gift, Mistress – as you are nothing but generous and loving and teasing – but mostly I am sure because at that moment, it pleased you just as much. Pleased you to think of me in them, but perhaps even more that I was begging for it.

You chose the two largest rings to be worn. Both of them to be put in place around all of me: my cock and balls. I moaned aloud. I begged, and yet you still found a way to surprise and please me.

Alone in the office at this point, looking out only at city lights, I could put them on right at my desk. I pushed down my panties, pulled myself up over the waist of the panties yet again, and got myself ready.

Getting them on, especially the second, was like edging again. I was pretty hard to begin with, so it was a greater challenge, requiring even more urging and careful nudging to get me all wrapped up, to push my stiffened cock through the ring… twice.

I can’t thank you enough, Mistress, for that gift. To feel so hungry, so alive and needy and satisfied by the teasing. Can I speak of how it is reward to be given your time, your attention, your choices and power over me? Can I make anyone understand how it is heaven to have you grant me this? How I’d beg just to have your choices deny me?

In the end, I think I finished my work after 4am. I was exhausted, but it was the happiest, more alive, most erotically tingling exhaustion I’ve felt. You sent me home, sent me to bed – to sleep in the panties.

I awoke to the urgent alarm, in that sense of daze after not enough sleep, begging the clock for more time. In that daze, it took me a split second to remember just why I was wearing panties, and then your heavenly control over me, your boy, came rushing back. It fueled me though a very tiring day, as it does every day, Mistress.

You are a joy and a beloved gift to me, Mistress, and your control and imagination is divine.

Even now, as you’ve commanded me into a single ring to write this all down, finally, I know that the next step, upon the report’s completion is three more rings to be added on. I already crave it, Mistress, but even more, I ache in the hope these words bring you joy and pleasure and amusement.

Thank you, my Mistress. I love you

A Lovely #MMDay in Pretty Panties ed cantor

Here's is ed's latest #MMDay report. It is also posted to his blog here:
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Friday was so busy and I was missing contact with you so much, Mistress, so it was a joy to see your email, to have you recall one of the pretty pairs of panties that had been bought for you, and was now sitting and waiting in my MMDay drawer.

The panties are black, bikini cut, mostly made of a black sheer stretch material, and there is a pretty detail of red ribbon woven into the lace trim and waistband. They are feminine, sexy and feel almost ticklish, Mistress – though it is sometimes difficult to tell if they are acting on my body or on my imagination.

Changing into them, into any panties for you, Mistress, is a ritual I simply love. It may be quick, but it never loses its charge or thrill. The panties are tight in my grip or tucked into my pocket, as I make my way from my desk to the public washrooms. You are never aware of who might be catching a glimpse of your feet under that stall door, until you think about what it might look like to see someone trying to stretch panties over dress shoes, or wondering why they are taking their shoes right off in the stall.

The feel of them on me is electric, as they are sliding up my legs, holding me tightly, stretching around the fullness that is an inevitable result of this experience. The blushing tingle warms my cheeks as I adjust the lines of the panties on me and, in this case, seeing how the trimmed edge fell over my ass, and wondering how visible any panty lines might be.

As the day was no less busy, keeping me from the kind of teasing contact with you I would have loved, I was both missing you and feeling your constant presence, Mistress.

I always feel cherished, cared for, attended to, loved… and the instrument of your pleasure and even arousal, when I am dressed by and for you Mistress, and I wore them all afternoon long, with a tingle, a skip in my step, a twinkle in my eye, and love in my heart.

Thank you Mistress!

One Day Sunday: Part 4 by debee

One Day Sunday: Part Four

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And we did. Ninety minutes and four boutiques later had a hot little faux leather number, black, just at the knee. Its slightly stretchy fabric hugged my curves nicely, and to my surprise (and with Katherine giving me another vigorous cinching), I was down to a 23! We also picked out a more practical mid-thigh navy a-line, and two satin blouses, one black, the other cream.

Katherine new most of the shops and the help and chose stores that she thought would be open to my adventure. While some saleswomen weren’t thrilled about helping us, most were enthusiastic and cheerful. It was wonderful to have them fuss over me, offer tips and suggestions, and pretend to be jealous of my figure and legs.

During my blouse and skirt shopping, I’d given my clitty a rest and it was now back in its proper place. I asked Katherine if I was to wear a skirt out or my jeans, that I was too silly to decide on my own.

“Of course you are, Hun. Better get back into your long jeans and boots. I noticed your stockings are sagging. We better find you something to hold them up. And guess what we’re right next door to!”

I soon was pulled by the hand into a well known lingerie franchise. The femininity of the environment was intoxicating. All the help looked like the models in their own catalogue.

Katherine soon picked two styles of panty/garter sets with matching bras. One, a simple black satin, the other a more lacey light pink. “The garter is easy. Small. Your bra size is trickier. Here, start with this 34 AA padded, and we’ll go from there. In you go,” and she guided me to the changing room.

“I’m sorry. We can’t let you use our changing rooms,” a tall blonde intervened.

Oh. And why not?” Katherine politely asked.

“Just store policy. Cross dressers in the changing rooms sometimes make the other customers… uncomfortable.” She spoke in low tones in an attempt to keep our conversation somewhat private.

Katherine had now such thoughts. “Your dressing rooms are gender neutral. There’s no other place to change. How do we get the right fit?” she demanded in a firm tone.

Before the woman could answer, I heard a familiar voice chirp in, “What’s so ‘uncomfortable’? I don’t mind if he uses a room.” It was my wife. I didn’t know how long she’d been in the store.

“There,” Katherine said to the blonde, “you see? She doesn’t mind. How about you, miss?” she asked the nearest customer.

“Hey, help yourself,” the mid 30’s soccer mom said. These last few exchanges were rather loud. There were three other shoppers and another saleswoman in the place.

Katherine addressed the room, “anyone else mind?”

Two of the customers gave negative replies, the other merely shrugged.

The two clerks also shrugged to each other. The blonde spoke apologetically, “Look, it’s no big deal and I don’t care, really, so ok, this once. But keep it under your hat, ok? We really don’t want to become a drag haven…”

And I was in. As I tried on different sized bras, I marveled at my two “girlfriend’s” deftness. They used the situation to accomplish: a) making a valid political point about discrimination, b) allowing me to get in and try on sexy lingerie, and c) made me a focal point for all the customers. Not only were they all aware of what I was doing, but they all were kind of “invested” in my activity. Indeed, none left as I occasionally opened the door to let Katherine check the fitting on a particular size. Most gazed openly at us.

My wife kept up a chatter with Katherine, still pretending to be a stranger. “Wow, so well trained! That’s so wonderful. Does he cook and clean? Iron? Hand wash your dainties? Is he a live in? Oh, you ‘borrowed’ him? From who? How cool is that! Do you get to do anything you want with him? Anything?? (giggle) Hey! Can I borrow him when you’re done? Will his… ‘owner’, is that the right word? ‘Owner’ mind?”

This, and other such chat went on while I was in and out of my bras. Katherine selected the pink set and paid for it while I waited in the cubicle. She soon returned with the garter set and handed it over the door. Panties first then your stockings and belt and bra, then your cincher. Cream blouse, black skirt, boots. Hand me the rest, here’s your purse back. See you in a few, Hun.”

I stepped out a few minutes later. The same women were still there, “browsing.” I felt their stares but didn’t return them. Katherine motioned me over saying “well done, Hun, well done! You look so pretty! Now I have agreed to let this woman borrow you and use you as she sees fit, just as I have done. I will tell your owner. But stay with me for a few minutes. I have another task for you.”

These words were voiced as the three of us left the store, all eyes and ears on us. We walked quickly around a corner and collapsed on a sitting bench. “God what a RUSH!” Katherine said. “What a hoot. God this has been fun!”

I know!” my wife said. “Katherine, you’re fantastic. So nice of you to help us play dress-up”

I could play with you two all day,” she sighed. “But, the work thing. Gotta get back. But anytime you want a third… here’s my card… and my cell.’ Katherine jotted it on the card. My wife took another card and wrote our number it and gave it back to her. Hugs, kisses and a quick good-bye.

We sat down again happily. I looked down at myself, my leather skirt and spike heeled boots, felt the garter pull at my stockings, and a fresh wave of horniness came over me. “Stop admiring yourself,” said my wife, guessing my thoughts. “Tell me, how’d you know to sit down that way?”

“What way?”

“This is the first time we’ve sat since you put that sexy skirt on. As you sat down, you smoothed the skirt under your butt. Your knees are together, your ankles turned nicely to the side… I mean it’s lovely, ladylike… deportment. I don’t even sit that way…. There’s a lot of girly in you, Hun.” She gave me a long kiss. “I wonder why I like it? And you do too,” she kissed me again, “don’t you Hun?” kissing, whispering in my ear, “don’t you, my little, horny bitch.” Her hand was on my thigh, fingering the garter snaps through the fabric.

Like before, she abruptly stopped and sat up straight. She looked dreamily around and sighed. “Remember how we both hated malls? Now I see this place as Wonderland. A beautiful Wonderland. And, you, my dear Alice, you and I have stepped through the Looking Glass. We can have anything we desire here. All dreams can be fulfilled.” Giggle.

Before I could reply, she kissed me again. As she nuzzled and kissed, she whispered into my ear, “For example, our dear Katherine highly recommends that salon around the corner. And just behind you, she says that nail place is where she goes for her manicure and that the pedicures are delicious. And several of the jewelry stores here will pierce your ears for free with a purchase of good earrings. Too bad that tan and spa place is closed today. They do waxing. We’ll do that another day… but hair, nails and ears are a must.” She put a hand on my thigh and looked into my eyes, “You couldn’t say ‘no’ to me even if you wanted to, and you definitely don’t want to, do you, you little cunt?” I start to squirm my clit against the bench.

“I’ll let you decide which to do first.” She pondered. “Now, shall I go in with you, speak to the girls myself? We would decide what to do with you, making it clear that you’re opinion isn’t relevant, like you’re my property. That’s been really fun, hasn’t it? Or, do I come in later and watch you? Make you do it alone? Watch you ask to be prettied up, while I snicker and giggle with other customers… Hmmm? What do you like best? Both must be so humiliating!”

As it turned out, she did some of both. My wife and the hair stylist decided that a “Jamie Lee Curtis look” would work for me. They seemed more concerned with my eyebrows than anything else, and spent a good deal of time plucking and shaping them. My cut was short, simple, but clearly feminine.

My “look” apparently called for some large rhinestone earrings, so my ears were pierced next, and they chose a pair of silvery squares.

After that, it was to the nail place. My wife played a “stranger” again and giggled and teased with other women as I had my fingernails and toenails done. The pedicure was, as Katherine said, delicious. I chose an opalescent, pale pink for the fingernails, and a deep red for the toes. Rolling my stockings down was also fun, and I needed to use the “ladies room” to reattach them to my garters.

The experiences and feelings I had as I became more and more feminine is impossible to describe. Between each stop my wife necked with me and tried to feel up my skirt, which was always met with a slap of my hand. It was getting to be closing time for most of the shops. While there was time, my wife headed us to one of the larger department stores. She pointed to the make-up counter and told me to enquire to the girl about a quality brand of lipstick. And to ask about the easiest way to apply eyeliner. And with eye shadow, is it darker colors that should go closest to the eye?

In fifteen minutes I had my lips and eyes done expertly by the saleswoman, and a ruby red lipstick, mascara and liner, eye shadow, and a little blush in my purse.

In fifteen more minutes, we were in the lounge of the same restaurant that we had had lunch. My wife ordered me a Manhattan, allowing me only one, “since you’re driving,” she ordered. She was on her second scotch when she started to get really, really horny, and somewhat verbally abusive. I needed “my brains fucked out. Really, totally fucked out,” whether I “wanted it or not, ‘cause any bitch cunt that dresses like that… not only wants it, she’s asking for it. Ain’t that right? You want it?” More kissing and nuzzling. More of her hand creeping up my skirt, fingers sliding into the top of my stocking. I squirmed in my seat. Again.

“This has been a very fun day.” I said hoarsely. “I’ve never seen you so excited. Or aroused. And I think I feel the same. Tell me,” I stared into her eyes, “do you like me… better… this way…?”

It was a serious question and I thought it warranted a thoughtful answer. But she quickly waved it off. “Nah,” she dismissed. “If I was a lesbian and wanted a girl, I’d have got me one of those. I married a guy that’s what I want,” and she sat up and drained her drink. I felt confused and disappointed with her answer. What was I expecting? I retrieved a mirror and my lipstick from my bag and gave myself a fresh coat.

“But,” she said when I’d finished, and kissed me so hard she smeared my lipstick again, “I would love having a go at being bisexual…with you. Let’s go home and have a fresh look at our toys. We may see them in a whole different light.”

“Let me powder my nose.”


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Pet by ed cantor

Written for me by my beloved ed cantor. The assignment was to share with me his own Puppy Play fantasy, but he seems to have worked in many of my favorite elements: tease & denial, panties, chastity, foot worship... ;-)

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They were miles away from each other, but a heat linked them as they spoke. She was reclining in her bed, ready to drift to sleep. He was kneeling beside his, a position she enjoyed knowing he held for her.

“You know,” she purred, “I think I’d like a pet.”

“Really?” he asked. It seemed like a bit of departure from their previous conversation. “Do you think you’d like a dog or a cat or something? I don’t see you as a fish kind of person.”

“Actually,” she mused, “that’s not really what I’m thinking. I want the best parts of all those pets. I like the loyalty and service of dogs. I like the way a kitten might purr and be fun to play with. Hell, I even like how pretty fish are to look at, but you’re right – I want a pet I can play with.”

He smiled silently, his lips moving against the phone. “Well, it sounds like you know what you want. Now how are you going to get all this in one pet?”

“Silly boy. I’m going to get it the same way I always do: you’re going to give it to me.”

“Oh?” He was suddenly worried about how he was going to solve this particular puzzle to her liking.

“Yes indeed. The pet I want is you, and you’re going to be the pet I want. Now, you may do your edging – no cumming tonight, sleep in something pink for me, and tomorrow I’ll send you something to get you started. Good night, pet.”

He was still in shock when he spoke his good night, expressing his devotion, love and thanks.

It took him a while to get to sleep, and not just because of the physical throbbing that was the result of his edging and denial. His mind just raced, trying to imagine her intentions and plans, all while knowing the effort was futile. He was never able to guess at the details of her wonderful wickedness.

Finally, his mind swirling with possibilities, his body clad in nothing but panties of pink lace trimmed in ribbon, he drifted into a restless sleep.

He woke earlier than he would have liked, but it seemed like it would be a beautiful day outside, so he opted for a positive outlook. Before he completed his breakfast, an email from his Mistress arrived.

“Edward, the first thing a pet needs is a collar, a leash and a name tag. You will go to a pet store today - immediately - and purchase those items. The collar should be leather, with buckles for adjusting size and steel rings for the leash. You will hold it up to your neck at least once in the store, to test for fit. The leash should have a clip for your collar and a leather lead for me to hold. The tag should be engraved, stating that you are my property, but we will leave a blank space for your pet name, for now. I will expect you to have all these things by noon. Enjoy your shopping!”

He wasted no time in finishing up his food, cleaning it away and getting himself ready for the errand. His mind worked on him more than reality might have dictated, but then, it always did. He was deliciously humiliated, holding the collar up, wrapping it around his neck, even though he’d spent at least ten minutes circling around, making sure they was no one nearby in the nearly deserted store. The experience of the nametag was similar. He had to pay in advance, but then he was on his own at a large pseudo-vending machine. He kept a close eye over his shoulder, but no one saw him enter “Property of Mistress” via the touch screen.

Heading home on time, his purchases in the large plastic bag, he was gleeful, thrilled, and hard as a rock.
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The next morning, as he walked up to her door, at the time he had been instructed to, just a day later, his mind was buzzing. His collar, still unworn, was the only item in the plain brown paper bag he carried. All that he’d been allowed to carry in his pockets were the key to his home and enough exact change to get him on transit. His only remaining preparation, detailed in another email that had been waiting for him at home, had been to make sure that all of his hair was trimmed. He’d started with a trip back out for a haircut and shave and then taken care of the rest himself at home, working nervously with scissors while standing in the bathtub.

It felt very strange, walking up her street -- a street he’d only ever driven on before. There weren’t even sidewalks, and he felt very much on display -- like the neighbours were likely to call the police to report an unusual stranger. He didn’t even have ID on him - just a dog collar that would only inspire more questions.

But finally he was there. He knocked on the door after a deep breath. Mistress was there quickly, an eager and loving smile on her face.

“Oh Edward, I’m so glad you are here on time. I’d have hated to start off with punishment. Come, step inside the door.”

He stepped in and then waited.

She came in around him and faced him.

“Edward -- and this is the last time for quite a while you will be called Edward -- this experience is going to be different for us. Especially for you. Are you ready to be my pet?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he answered, his lips dryly sticking together.

She reached into the paper bag. “Do you accept this collar as a symbol of your status before me and of my ownership of you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you understand that you are to be a pet? Not a slave. Not a servant. A pet. MY pet. Mine to do with what I please.”

“Yes Mistress, I understand.”

“Excellent, pet. Strip.”

Wordlessly, without hesitation or second thought, he peeled off his clothes. The simple tan khakis, button down white oxford shirt, black boxers, white socks and Vans sneakers were all placed in turn in the black bag she held out as she watched, smiling and proud. In moments he stood before her, bare.

“Legs spread. Hands behind your back. Lean forward.”

He complied, feeling the blush of his nakedness and her clear control, not to mention his growing stiffness.

Her fingers traced his neck, then they guided the leather of the collar against his flesh. “With this collar, I make you mine. I accept your offer and I take you. You are mine. You are my pet.” He could hear her enjoyment in her words. “You may kneel now.”

He wondered, in that split second, if he should reply in agreement or thanks, but she continued speaking even as he was lowering himself to the floor. “Some ground rules to start: First, always remember that you are my pet - not my slave, not my submissive, not my slut, not my lover. You will not speak unless directly instructed to. ‘Yes’ or ‘no’ questions can be answered by nodding or shaking your head. You will not stand or get upon any piece of furniture unless directly instructed to. A pet’s place is on the floor or in its cage. Do you understand so far, pet?”

He was suddenly very aware of the collar around his neck as he nodded.

“Good. You will be gagged on occasion, as I choose, but do NOT mistake the absence of a gag as permission to speak. It most likely just means I have chosen to hear your moans or grunts more directly, or that I have some other use in mind for your mouth, but you should just be satisfied knowing that your mouth is available because I wish it.”

She paused, then turned and simply pulled upon his leash as an indication that he should follow her. She made her way to the living room, while he scrambled on all fours to keep up, until she turned and lowered herself into an easy chair.

“Pets do not wear clothing, and so you will not wear clothing while you are here unless I choose otherwise. If you are required to leave here or be in pubic, I will choose something for you. Now, spread your legs a touch more, and hold still on all fours.”

He complied, taking a deep breath. She walked away for a moment, but was soon back carrying a small black bag. She knelt down behind him. Without warning, her hands were on his cock and balls, pulling and prodding at them.

“I’m glad to see you took care of your grooming. I’ll see how this goes, and determine later if I need to bring in someone else to groom you in the future, or whether you’ll be up to taking care of this yourself.”

As she spoke, her hands kept moving with precise, almost medical efficiency. She carefully guided his testicles, one at a time, and then his cock, though a plastic ring. She positioned it properly around the base of his manhood. She next guided his cock into the snug embrace of a clear plastic sleeve. He heard his breath almost as a whistle through his pursed lips. Once he was drawn deep enough into it, she guided its widened base up to the first ring, slotting the two together. Small locks clicked as they closed.

“I know that some say that all pets should be neutered, but we’ll just start you with some chastity,” she said, now prodding the device upon him, laughing softly at her own joke.

Her left hand moved, and she held him and the device as she brought his next surprise closer. “Now, I couldn’t really find the right thing for a puppy, so a pony tail will have to do for now.” He felt the first touch of it: the soft, so lightly lubricated, tip of the butt plug. It was colder than he’d felt before, and with less give than he was used to. She pushed it in, deeper and deeper, slowly and steadily. The profile of the thing just kept stretching him wider. He started to moan softly, and then silenced himself by biting his lower lip between his teeth.

“Short term pain for long term gain, pet,” she said, as though to comfort him. “This plug is nice and wide before it narrows at the base, so you’ll have so much less trouble keeping it in.” She giggled, but kept pushing. When its widest part finally crested into him, she switched to pulling back, giving just a bit of tormenting resistance, as his ass now tried to suck the thing fully inside. When the base finally pressed against his ass cheeks, he felt s tickle against his thighs. She let go, and with a blushing shock, his mind finally resolved the puzzling sensations he’d felt as it had been inserted. It was heavy. He could feel not only the fullness of it, but also the weight of it. It was solid, polished steel.

The previous tickling was intensified as his Mistress, her hands now free, grabbed the gleaming black ponytail flowing from the base of the plug. She flicked it back and forth, causing it to swish across the backs of his thighs. He could only imagine just how he looked at this moment, but the physical attention and his growing realization of his position before her was making him very keenly aware of how he was now feeling. His cock was throbbing, wanting to stiffen, but trapped inside the too-small sleeve of the chastity device. Even with his lips closed, he could not contain the building groan.

“There is another gift I will give you, to assist you in learning your position. Whenever I instruct you to ‘sit up,’ I wish for you to kneel, with your thighs spread, your body upright, and your hands up in front of you, like a begging puppy. Now, sit up.”

He scrambled into position, feeling the motion torment his full ass. He glanced down as he spread his legs, seeing his cock looking tiny and trapped within the device. He felt a bit silly, lifting his hands up, letting his wrists loosen and his hands slump down, but he knew there could be no hesitation. His Mistress took one hand in hers, holding it softly for a second, before turning it over, palm up, and curling his fingers up into a fist. She slid a snugly fitting, padded leather mitten over his closed hand.

She tightened the buckling closure around his wrist and slid a small lock in place, clicking it closed. As she repeated the process with his left hand, the fingers of his right instinctively tried to test their new enclosure. Not only was there no way he could remove his hand from the mitt, but he could also not even open his fingers. His hands had been effectively reduced to padded lumps at the end of his arms. The locks on them seemed redundant security at this point, but there were certainly making an impact on his imagination.

“Now, let’s help get you into the right frame of mind,” she said, jolting him out of his thoughts.

She held up a toy: a bright, translucent pink, floppy pink dildo, made of some kind of gel-like rubber. It wriggled obscenely in her hands, as she bounced it lightly, as though she was testing its weight. Then, with a swing of her arm, she tossed the toy across the room, where it bounced and landed in the far corner of the living room. She looked him in the eye as she spoke. “Fetch.”

He wanted to just melt into the floor, but he reacted quickly. He turned, on all fours, and crawled his way to the toy. He hand to move around the table and a chair. The weight and size of the plug were constant reminders of being stuffed and as he moved, his tail started to sway back and forth against his thighs. The chastity cage held him so securely, not unlike cock rings he’d worn before, so he was very aware of his manhood, even as it was trapped and kept in check.

On the floor, with his hands immobilized, there was nothing he could use to fetch the toy except to use his mouth. He lowered his face to the floor, opened wide and closed his teeth onto it, near it’s middle. It was soft, feeling almost wet, and it jiggled constantly, the two ends flopping from each side of his bite.

His humiliation was growing and he felt the blush in his cheeks burning even before Mistress got the full sight of him returning to her. She laughed out loud, clapping her hands together with glee. She loved it enough to immediately repeat the process, this time tossing the rubber cock under the dining room table. His tailed ass was high in the air as he lowered his head under a chair to fetch it.

Over and over and over, she played this game of fetch with him. His knees were becoming sore, his lips red, and he knew he was drooling more each time. His cock was throbbing and his ass was aching.

“So,” she spoke, seemingly done with Fetch for the moment, tucking the floppy toy away, “time for some more basic lessons. You know ‘sit up.’ ‘Beg’ is just like ‘sit up’ except that I will expect your mouth to be wide open and your tongue extended. When I tell you to ‘roll over’ you will roll onto your back with your knees and arms up or, if you are already in that position, you will return to kneeling on all fours. If I tell you to ‘stay’ I will expect you to stay put, in the position you are currently in, until I release you. No matter what. ‘Heel’ means you are to crawl to my heel, kneeling there if I am sitting or standing, or crawling with me if I am moving. You will get a tiny bit of leeway as you learn these commands, but you will find very quickly that correction will follow any mistakes.”

His eyes were wide, taking it all in, fighting to draw it all into his memory, as well as dealing with the growing sense of his new place. She wasn’t even asking him questions anymore.

“But enough work for now,” she said, collapsing back into her chair. “My feet are in need of some attention.” She stretched out her legs, crossing her ankles, and looked am him, a smile lighting up her face. “Come, pet, put that tongue to some good use before I decide to lock it away.”

The pleasure of serving her was at least equal to the threat in inspiring him, crawling to her offered toes as quickly as he could. He focused all of his attention on kissing and serving and licking at her feet and toes. He used his tongue to massage and caress every inch.

Her reactions, the wriggling movement of her toes and feet, the soft moan oozing from her lips, they transported him to a place of joy. It was pure happiness for him to be able to serve her, and a physical high to be bringing her pleasure. His focus on her body and her taste and all the rest of her allowed him to drift above his physical situation. There was a part of his mind, and body, that was constantly aware of the fullness of the plug his ass, the grip of the chastity device resisting his arousal, the impotent feeling of supporting his upper body on hands that were bound in padded mitts – but still, his heart was flying and free, since he was serving her.

Buying and Trying my new Cock Rings for my Mistressby ed cantor

ed's original cock ring shopping report, followed by the first time he tried the 2" one on for me. Since he was at work, he had to go to the gentleman's room between IMs to put it on, and then again to practice with it. I would sincerely have loved to watch him on cam, as I did with capn slight the week before, but having him do the training at work, even after hours, added a different kind of excitement. ;-)
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When I finally got the time and opportunity to shop for you, Mistress, I eagerly and nervously made my way over to the store – playfully named "Come As You Are". It is on a very hip, busy stretch of Queen Street West – a fun and vibrant area of the city. Come As You Are is infamous for occasionally hiring live models to wear and demonstrate their wares in their storefront – which was one of my inspirations for one of my most personal stories, "Window Shopping". On the day I visited, however, the storefront display was inhabited only by products.

It was smaller than I thought it would be – I guess a professional web site really does give the impression of a bigger business. I was welcomed right inside the door by a very friendly woman who exhibited all the visual stereotypes of the lesbians who seem to so often run these kinds of small sex toy stores. It was a little surprising to be greeted so personally. I returned her smile and greeting and told her that I didn’t need any direction yet, but I would certainly ask her if I did. There were some other items and products I would be interested in, including one large art book of fetish art done by famous, mainstream comic artists of the silver age.

I found the cock rings easily – the displays and products in the store were nice and orderly, with the dirty/kinky books, strap-ons, dildos, and cock rings all in their place. It was strange to find the rings I was searching for on display without any packaging but for a description and the price. Out, hanging on a little hook, I could feel of the texture and stiffness of the material, and I was already imagining them wrapped around me as I touched them.

I thought about the other cock harness - the one of which I had sent you an image - that trapped the balls separately, but it did not appear to be available in the store at the moment.

The cock rings turned out to be a display set. When I brought them to the cash, I was given a fresh set in a little plastic bag with the store’s logo, along with a friendly little chat about the care and cleaning of the rings (soft soap and water are fine) and their pamphlet about sex toys. The most relevant issues (thoughtfully highlighted for me as we talked) were to make sure the rings were not too tight, to remove them if I felt pain or discomfort, and a recommendation to wear them for a maximum of thirty minutes at a time.

I smiled, nodded along, agreed when prompted to, smiled some more and finally left, blushing and giddy with my new purchase.

Thank you for this, Mistress – I felt like you had given me a Christmas present that I couldn’t wait to unwrap, or wrap myself in.

At your instruction, I finally measured the rings, and after my bad guesses, they are 1.5", 1.75”, 2” and 2.25” in size.

It was thrilling and delightfully unexpected and yet eagerly anticipated, to get to be ordered into them for you, as we chatted online. I loved your teasing about wanting to watch, to see, to be able to have your presence add to my nervousness and excitement – and it surely would have.

In the washroom stall at work, alone and nervously excited, I was smiling to myself as I put the ring on for you for the first time. As I’d not used this kind before, even with your detailed instructions, it was a unexpected experience. I would not have anticipated the kind of wrangling I would have to do to get my balls into place and through - I would have guessed my cock itself would have been more of the issue. I was almost laughing as they wriggled around, but finally they obeyed. I made sure nothing was twisted, as you instructed, and then got my cock through. Once I was all encircled properly, I adjusted the ring, and then I just looked down at myself for a bit. It was so simple, so small, and yet it worked on my mind and body so powerfully, like a tiny little collar around me, or like you had closed your forefinger and thumb, and held me there.

I didn’t want to take it off, but I appreciate that you are being so careful as to get me used to it. When I went back to practice, it came of pretty easily – easier than going on! It was a little more difficult to get it back on, as I was more excited and stiff after wearing it and with the physical attention my cock was getting, but I was very happy to get it back on for you.

Wearing it again for you, especially on the way home, was a gift. Driving the car with it on meant that it wouldn’t be as simple to get it off. If I wanted or needed to, I’d have to stop and find someplace to do it, but I loved that the stakes were higher already. There was no issue, and I was very aware of the ring's subtle touch all the way home. I wore it for a bit longer, then removed it and tried a bit with the others.

The largest, the 2 1/4" one is easier to get on all of me of course, though it still gives a nice hug. I can see it would be the easiest to wear for a long time. I didn’t play too much with the others – I tried once to get my balls alone into the 1 3/4” one, but after all the new attention, I was starting to feel a bit sore and didn’t want to press my luck or over do it.

Thank you so much for all of this, Mistress… I just love having a new item in my drawer for your pleasure.

Now they tease me, as I ache to wear them again for you.

yours,
edward

Cock Ring Training by ed cantor

ed's report from tonight's training...
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Cock Ring Training

My Mistress, you wanted me to wear all four of these new rings at once. The largest, at 2 1/4”, I slid and maneuvered into place around all of my package - my cock and balls. It went into place happily, despite the already existing arousal that just chatting with you had given me. Next I guided my balls alone through the 2” ring, pulling them down and fully into place, hugged nicely by the firm not-quite-rubber material.

Next, the 1 3/4” ring went into place around the base of my cock, nearly touching the two previous rings. This was, so far, the most snug. I loved the feel of them on me, hugging me, gripping me, circling me, for you, Mistress.

The last and smallest, a 1 1/2”, I could think of no other place but to slide onto my shaft as well. It started at about halfway down, nice and snug and teasing.

I went for a small walk, around my home, just to get the feel of them. There was no pain, and nothing felt too tight, which was good. I could also feel myself constantly teased, aware of their presence, and, well, heavier. My cock and balls felt heavier. I don’t know if it because of the rings themselves (I doubt it) or simply because they are keeping me tormented.

Over time, after wearing them all for a bit over 30 minutes, the smallest did get to feel a bit tight, especially when I was harder, so in the interest of safety and care, I removed it for a while... though I missed it nearly immediately.

As time went on, I was developing a feeling that required a new word for my ringed cock and balls. They felt like meat. Full and throbbing, every motion or thought making them more aroused.

The heat, the thickness of my responding cock, made me feel that I had to take the next ring off. I knew I was beyond my initially recommended time, from the store, so I decided to be safe rather than sorry.

The two remaining left me pleasantly throbbing for some time. I just love this feeling of being held for you, Mistress, and in my mind, by you.

It’s been about an hour or more, Mistress, so as I finish this, I will remove them all, and surely feel their absence sweetly.

kisses

yours,
edward

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