Sissy Chastity Release Report #2 from my jezi-girl

I allowed jezi a second release... and a special girlie one at that... before she went back into chastity after the dice roll. I thought some of you might enjoy reading it as well.

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i duly set about my preparations for my second release allowed by You after our discussions of yesterday

on this occasion i was to lay on my back and wear something sexy and be laying with You for release

i selected a very shiny satin chemise in black along with black satin shorts/french knickers and lay atop my chocolate brown silk duvet cover

slowly and lovingly i stroked Your cock, thinking of You beside me at first and then imagining being ridden by You as i rubbed Your cock harder and faster. The feeling of closeness exhilarating.

as i rub, i flip Your cock from the knickers and begin the mantra as my pace quickens

Your girl, Your cock,Your pleasure

i sense my release close, i am rubbing my nipples with one hand through the chemise as i approach orgasm and release for You

Your girl, Your cock, Your pleasure

i cum for You, over my hand and satin chemise, thrilled to be with You, for You,loving You

i taste as much of the cum from Your cock as i can, savouring the licking of my fingers, tracing my lips as if You were here with me

thank You Mistress

i love You

Your now chaste once more girl
xxx

Masturbation Training Report by littlejohn

So perfectly yummy that I had to share...

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I am excited about today's assignment. To recap I am to masturbate, devoting my orgasm to you:

I am to kneel as I masturbate,
repeating the mantra as I stroke your cock:
Your boy, Mistress
Your cock, Mistress
Your pleasure, Mistress.
Devoting my orgasm to you, Mistress Magick.
When I cum, I am to catch as much cum as I can and at least taste it and consuming as much as I can.

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It was easy to start since I was already hard just thinking about you, completing your assignment, and pleasing you.

I first took off my clothes in my office and carefully placed them on my chair since I wouldn't be needing it. I then got some of my warming lube and placed it on my desk where I could reach it.

I then smiled in anticipation and dropped to my knees as you requested, a sign of my submissiveness to you.

I reached down and touched myself finding my cock already hard and weeping precum.

Thinking to help prepare myself, I captured some and rubbed it on my lips licking it, tasting myself. This only served to excite me more, though I was still nervous. I knew that the precum tastes much better than my actual ejaculate.

I reached for the lube and it occurred to me that it might have a bad taste so I tried just a little bit and I was right, so I closed it and placed it back on my desk.

On my knees I reached down and slowly stroked my hard cock. Saying the mantra for the first time aloud...

Your boy, Mistress

Your cock, Mistress

Your pleasure, Mistress

Mmmm, I closed my eyes as I continued to slowly stroke myself feeling myself harden more and more as I dream of you. Your sexiness, your smiles, kisses and giggles. How you test me, pressing my to exceed my limits, but in a yummy delicious way.

I think of curling up at your feet, so close to my gorgeous, powerful Mistress.

With our connection, I wonder briefly if you can detect my strong thoughts pouring out across the distance between us.

My cock was so very hard, I knew I could explode anytime I wanted, which brought back the nervousness, but also the powerful desire to devote myself to you, to please you, to make you proud...

I repeated the mantra again...

Your boy, Mistress

Your cock, Mistress

Your pleasure, Mistress

I tasted myself again before continuing to stroke my cock while cupping your balls.

I am so close, your boy is so close....

Your boy, Mistress

Your cock, Mistress

Your pleasure, Mistress

As the word Mistress past my lips, I gripped myself and stroked myself, feeling myself reach the point of no return, my balls tight, your cock oh so hard. I released my balls and placed my free hand under my cock so I could catch the cum I felt ready to erupt from my cock...

I repeated the mantra a final time devoting my orgasm to you, as I felt myself shudder and explode into my hand. Erupting cum into a puddle in my palm.

As my orgasm passed and I looked down at my palm, my desire to please you remained, but the desire to actually taste my cum was not there in any way, shape or form.

However, I took a deep breath and licked the puddle in my hand. Tasting the saltiness, the slight bitterness, the weird texture. I licked some up and swallowed. I did this a few times, but there was so much, I had to go to the bathroom and cleanup. Unable to consume it all. Disappointed in myself, but remembering that you only "required" me to taste it. I had surpassed that, just not as much as I had intended.

Your boy,
Little john

Cock Ring Training Report by littlejohn

As may know, littlejohn is my newest online-only submissive. The below was his first cock ring training report, which he performed and submitted as he was in the process of applying to me. It's interesting to see how he answered my questions point by point, but what I really like is the report of him kneeling and stroking himself for me.

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Once you have purchased your rings, report to me on:

- The details of your shopping trip, including where you went, who you talked you and how you felt. If you purchased online, what websites did you visit?

I went to [a new local shop]. It just opened today and in fact I was the very 1st customer. *grin When I walked in I was greeted by an attractive girl maybe late 20’s who it turned out was the store mgr. She was very helpful in showing me around. I asked her where the cock rings were and she showed me. She pointed out which ones were best even though I already knew which ones you wanted me to get. She also showed me the lubes.

It felt exciting knowing I was there fulfilling your wishes and doing as you ordered. I kept getting a semi erection just thinking of pleasing you.

- The sizes, color and price of the rings you purchased and information on any other items you purchased. Include whether you bought lube or not, and what lube(s) you have. If you purchased them from a website, include the names or urls of the items you purchased.

I bought a 3 pack of black nitrile rings sized 2”, 1 ¾”, and 1 ½” in size. The price was $12.99. I also bought some JO H20 warming gel lubricant. I thought that might feel nice.

- Some of the other cock and ball items you saw, and whether you found them interesting.

I didn’t see many other cock and ball items. Though I did see some penis pumps and extenders in that section. Not much interest for me I don’t think.

- A list of any cock and ball toys you already own.

I own an adjustable leather cock ring already.

- The gift that you purchased for me and when and how I can expect to receive it.

You have received it already.


I knelt as you requested while I attempted to put the cock rings on. That made me feel more like I was submitting to you and was quiet nice.

I had some troubles. It may be due to inexperience or the fact that I seem to have large balls, but a very small ball sack. My balls do not hang down very far, but rather is almost up against the bottom of my shaft. So I was only able to get the largest ring on. I tried to get the middle one on, but could not pull enough of my ball sack through to get the 2nd ball past the 1st one.

Once I had the largest one on, I stroked myself slowly feeling myself get hard, very quickly. I think it was the fact that I was kneeling for you and having the cock ring, a symbol of you, on me. It felt good. I then got up and continued working at my desk. I did soften, but the ring did not fall off. It was also a constant reminder of you, of my submission to you. I liked being reminded of you. Several times as I imagined myself kneeling at your feet with my cock encircled by the ring the little guy would perk up. *grin

After wearing the ring for an hour I kneeled down and slowly started stroking my cock while thinking of you looking down on me watching and smiling. I did this slowly to prolong the pleasurable feeling and could feel the ring pressing hard into my cock and ball sack as my cock grew. It seemed like my erection was much harder than usual. I added some lube and glided my hand up and down slowly until I could resist no more. I sped up my stroking and exploded. The orgasm seemed more intense than usual. I am not sure whether it was the ring, being on my knees, or thinking of you. But if I had to guess, a combination of the three.

#MMDay: Cock Ring Day by ed cantor

It was early in the afternoon, Mistress, when I read with a strange joy of your instruction to ring myself. It was just the day before, or should I say the night before, when you had me in pretty panties with built-in garter belts teasing my thighs – all that late night and to sleep in as well. You know I love that gift of waking, feeling and remembering. It makes you the very first thought of my day.

And so I dug the rings out from the drawer and headed off to find the privacy to thread my balls and my cock into the largest ring.

It was a busy afternoon, with more than the usual amount of rushing around to one impromptu meeting here, to go back for a call at my own workspace, to converse with another colleague somewhere else. It was a blessing, a gift to get to feel the slight but constant sensation of the ring’s presence.

With every step and motion it held me, hugged me, kept me aware of my own physicality and that link to you, Mistress – a link of my obedience and of your control. I have said this before, but I can’t escape this analogy when I am ringed this way for you, especially when it is just the single ring surrounding all of me: I feel like you have your thumb and forefinger holding me in an O-grip.

What more could I ask for? Your touch on me. Your thoughts and desires, placing me this way. You, thinking of me, choosing to give me the attention to command this of me.

I love it, Mistress, and I love you. I loved every moment in the ring. I wore it all day at work. I wore it, and felt it, all though my commute home. In both settings, among my few and close co-workers and then surrounded by the anonymous others of the city, that I also felt the gleeful knowledge of this obedience as a secret kept. No one but us (and the tiny few eventual readers of this report) would ever know that I was out, at work and in public, ringed and controlled and owned by you. You held me. You wrapped and ringed my cock, or as you have called it, my manhood.

Thank you, once more, for the tremendous gift of your control and of this command.

yours,

edward

Sissy Chastity Release Report from my jezi-girl

My personal sissy, jezi, joined us in the dice room when I first rolled the dice for sissydollyanne on September 10 to see if she would be allowed a release and/or how much longer she had to be in chastity before she could roll again. You can see sissydollyanne's rules in my Male-Service.com blog. 

jezi has been curious about chastity for some time, but she isn't in a situation where she can wear a device. In the dice room, she agreed to let me roll one die for her. I decided to push her a bit so I rolled a d10, not just a d6. She got a "7", so she had to go a week without masturbating. Half-way through, I checked to make sure that she wasn't inappropriately touching, and also ordered her to sit down when she pees, like any gurl should.

She was a very good girl, and waited past her 7 day mark until I could give her explicit directions for her release (she knows the ritual for masturbating for me, but wanted to know if I had any special instructions) and until she could find the privacy to follow them.

I know that she loves being able to feel close to me, so I rewarded her for doing such a good job by ordering her to wear the purple panties that I gave her, and the short purple satin peignoir set that matches the ones that she has gotten me. And, of course, I curled up in my matching purple chemise for bed that night. ;-)

As I said, I have different rules from sissydollyanne when I allow release, even for my sissies, and their orgasm is always dedicated to me and to my service. Here is jezi's first official chastity release report. 

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i ensured that all the family were out so i had total privacy and then selected our purple panties and our short peignoir set. i was nervous and excited, my body felt wonderful as I slipped on the panties and then the chemise, the material cool and sexy on my body. i added the robe and tied the belt in a nice bow and then knelt for You.

i rubbed Your cock through the panties first to make it hard before allowing it to flick forth, the balls remaining behind the waistband. i stroked my nipples through the shiny material as i knelt and rubbed Your cock slowly to fully enjoy the moment and the ending release in case it were some time before this would be allowed once more.

As the moment approached i repeated our mantra 'Your cock,Your girl,Your pleasure' and it focused the mind greatly. It was as though i were there before You having You enjoy my release. The pace of both my hand on Your cock and the words of the mantra quickened as i imagined You stood dressed as i was watching over the moment.

As Your cock released, i cried out the mantra with joy and delight, emphasising You at each part and caught what i could in my left hand. The release was amazing, and i am so thankful for the gift You gave me. As a reward and as You demanded, I tasted my cum from my hand, knowing the privilege i had just received from my Lady.

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Good job, jezi, darling! Thank you for being daring enough to allow me to post your report.

Written Punishments - In a Library by WP2

As some of you know, I've been learning about Written Punishments and have several boys who are now doing them for me. With permission, I would like to share with you excerpts from a punishment assignment, and from the resulting report. The written lines themselves are scanned or photographed, with the .jpgs or .pdfs being emailed to me for grading. In this case, I have also taken control of his cock due to excessive masturbation, and so his lines and fines have to be accepted by me before he is given release instructions. ;-)

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You strategically placed your money on the front of the table so that the ticket seller had to lean forward, thereby providing you a glimpse down her cleavage. The ease with which you did this makes it obvious that this was not an isolated incident, but rather something that you have done, or considered doing, in the past.

In this case, not only did you disrespect her by looking down her top, you also inconvenienced her in order to do so, making it a more serious offense. Therefore it is only right that there be some inconvenience involved in regard to your punishment.

I also like the idea of you doing lines in a library or cafe, where women are often leaning over tables as part of their work... whether reaching for book or for plates.

Therefore, for the offense of inconveniencing a woman so that you can look down her top for your own pleasure:

"I must not inconvenience women for my own titillation."

You are to go to the library for at least one hour of your writing time, and all of the lines must be written in a cafe, restaurant, or other public location where women are working around you and where they are likely to have to lean over as a normal part of their work.

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I went to town to do a mix of jobs and into the library to continue with the punishment. I had about 350 lines to do in total and completed them during the day in between going out of the library to get a snack, visit the bank, etc, which gave my aching hand a rest.

In the café there were waitresses going about their business and customers that did keep me on my toes but the library was much more severe. For a start, I did not choose to take up a ‘study booth’ but used one of the main desks. I hadn’t started long when several library staff came to the part I was in and for about 20 minutes were replacing the returned books onto the shelves. They were bending, kneeling and stretching but I wasn’t looking at them, Mistress. No I was more concerned with keeping my lines as covered as possible because I didn’t want them to see what I was writing. This is for real, Mistress, not a fantasy but it did happen. I was so anxious that I would be found out that I nearly abandoned the idea but I realised they would be doing their job so if I was careful, I could carry on without being detected or attracting attention. After a time, they went onto another section and worked there. The lines and the situation I found myself certainly kept me from staring at them as they worked!

After they went I continued working. A little later on there was someone I knew in the vicinity. I don’t know them well but it is someone I have met through work a couple of times in the last year. Luckily she was with her child and busy looking for suitable material to notice me, with my head down and writing. She may have seen me and decided that I was too busy to be interrupted.

In the end, Mistress I spent, I think, about 5 hours in the library that day completing my lines. It was very humiliating to be completing them especially as people were busying themselves around me. I did have your e-mail instructions on the page as I wrote to shield what I was writing as anyone walking past would recognise a page of lines very easily and that could have resulted in a possible complaint to the library staff, which I didn’t want.

I did attempt to write a page of lines without concealing what I was doing and managed about half a page when someone walked past the desk I was using at that time. That made me scared and I went back to hiding the pages with your e-mails.

In total I think I spent about 7 hours completing the punishment. I felt very challenged by it all Mistress and was truly glad when I wrote the 500th line. It was a very severe punishment but, now it is completed, I know it was justified for my offense and I am glad that I confessed my wider habit of positioning myself so that I could look down the cleavage of women I meet during my daily routine.

What would you do if you caught me sniffing your pumps? :-)

Press your nose all the way into each shoe, making you really smell them deeply... then have you carry them across the room, in your mouth as you crawl. If you were lucky... I might let you masturbate on them... or even in them... and then lick them clean. Of course, you would still need to buy me a new pair.

Ask me something worthy of a response. *Adults Only*

One Day Sunday: Epilogue by debee

One Day Sunday: Epilogue

[Previous installments: http://www.inherservice.com/search/label/debee]

I left work two hours early and I still had to scurry. It was our One Year anniversary and I wanted to be completely changed and ready when my wife came home. It wasn’t our “girl week” yet, but this was a special occasion.

We’d eventually settled on a “one week on, four weeks off” schedule. We agreed to stick to it regardless of our ‘moods’. Discipline in such matters being an important element. A week was enough for plenty of playtime. Dressing games, undressing games, shopping games, public games, in the bedroom games. A week of sating our desires.

Four weeks off kept things fresh, with time to whet our appetite, time to plan, share new ideas, dream up a new variation on the theme.

And there were so many lovely variations. Male lesbian, domestic maid (the house was never cleaner), role reversal, rape play (I recalled with a thrill the time my wife slapped me around, because I ”looked and acted like a slut all day long,” which was quite true. She tore my clothes the then and forcefully and painfully entered me with her strap-on), various forms of bdsm, femdom…

As I heard the front door open I timed my peek in the oven so that I would be bent over when she came in the kitchen. I was rewarded with a hardy slap on the ass. “Welcome home dear,” I said turning. “I’ve started on some wine, can I get you one?”

She walked to the ‘fridge and took out a can of beer and cracked it open. She held it up in toast and I clanked my stem glass against the aluminum rim. “To the wife beaters,” she said.

“And the sluts that deserve it,” I returned. We smiled at our familiar toast and drank. “Funny, I was just thinking of the first time we invented that toast.”

“You’ve changed already. Gawd, how can you stand those confining clothes?”

“…price of fashion.”

“Well, I can’t wait to get out of these.” She took her beer and headed for the bedroom and I followed behind with my wine. “And it’s not yet our ‘on’ week, is it?”

I watched her change into a t-shirt, gray sweat pants, white gym socks. “Well I thought… that the occasion called for… a bit of … festivity.“ My wife stood looking blank. “Do you recognize my outfit?” I had since acquired much to fill my wardrobe. I hadn’t, until now, repeated the exact same combination as I wore home from the mall that evening.

“Looks like what you wore that first…” I watched the dawn break. “Has it been a year?” I turned my back and folded my arms in a pout. I normally pretended to be womanish and petulant for fun, but my feelings were really hurt.

“A year,” my wife repeated, “well in that case… there’s something on your vanity for you.” She cracked a grin. I spied a small gift wrapped in newspaper and string.

“You knew all along, you prick,” I laughed. “Oh, what is it?” I tore at the paper.

“Don’t break it in your lust for booty. I think you’re greedier when you wear a skirt. I wonder why that is…?”

“You darling. Oh, I love her! Whoever she is,” and I kissed the glass on the frame, leaving a lovely red kiss mark.” Under the glass was the girl in the ad from the magazine a year ago. My wife had found it and framed it. Jotted at the bottom was “ The Girl that Started it All xxox”

“That’s so nice. You’re a darling. But really,” I said looking at the picture, “don’t you think that top’s cute? Eeek!”

My wife threw me on the bed and climbed on top. “I want to fuck!” and she smeared my lipstick with hard kisses. She liked doing that. “Come here my little shemale. The ‘she’ is sexy to kiss, but right now I need the ‘male,’ down here. Let’s free it up!”

I exhaled and made my body limp in mock exhaustion. “I can’t. The tie’s under my corset and I’m not getting all undone. I want to stay nice for dinner.” I made weak fists and pounded on her chest.

“Fuck the dinner. I want an appetizer right now!” and she started to unbutton my blouse.

“Don’t pop the button, you clumsy. Let me.” I sighed. “ If you must, you must. But I’m not getting all undone. Take those sweat pants off.” I removed my blouse and unzipped my skirt and let fall to the floor. I walked casually to the dresser where we had our special drawer of things and pulled out her strap-on.

“Hey, that’s mine.”

“I know. You always get to wear this. My turn.” I strapped the holder around my waist and the thick black dildo hung in the place where my own manhood should have been.

“That’s hot. That’s a good look for you, Hun.” She was right, I thought as I gazed in my vanity mirror. Black spike heel boots and stockings, pink panties, black ‘cock,’ pink garters, black corset, pink bra, all in an hourglass package. She reached over and grabbed my “cock” and pulled me to her. “Yum,” she said. I crawled on the bed and flipped to my back.

“Mount me, please.”

“With pleasure.” As she started to roll on top, she hesitated. “But what about you? This is so selfish.”

“We both like a good fast fuck sometimes. I just like pleasing you. Use me, I’ll enjoy that.” I held my big black ‘cock’ steady while she slowly settled on it. She gasped as she pushed in the last two inches and my body took her weight. My wife looked down at me lovingly, smiled and closed her eyes. She slowly began to gyrate. I studied her intense expression as I counter pointed her movements with my pelvis.

You know we’re “on” next week?” I said, almost conversationally.

“Um hum” was the dreamy reply.

“I was thinking ‘school girl.’ A plaid mini, white blouse, Mary Janes. all easy stuff to get. Except the stockings… When did you last see opaque white stockings?”

“Humph.” She picked up the tempo a bit.

“Of course there’s always knee highs. Or tights,” I said.

She opened her eyes to say, “Boring.”

“Well in a perfect world, I’d wear…”

“This is a perfect world,” and she bent down and kissed me tenderly. She closed her eyes again and settled back into her motion. “Amy Catlin was a cheerleader in my class.”

My ‘school girl’ idea apparently triggered a memory. “What a bitch.” She continued, ”they all were, really. The cheerleaders. Big clique. All bitches. Snots.” The eyes remained closed, the motion steady.

“I never dated one,” I said. “Always wanted to.”

“You didn’t want a cheerleader. You wanted to be a cheerleader.” She giggled and continued her rhythm. When I moaned, she reached behind and down to rub my clit, but the position was awkward and she broke her stride. “Here, let me.” I slid my hand under my ass and took over the massaging. She smiled, relieved, and resumed her rhythm.

“So true,” I admitted. “But you are right. Snots and bitches all. But cute outfits. Bare legs though. I better get another wax.” I united our trains of thought. “The cunts, with their wool pleated mini skirts. Wouldn’t you love to teach one a lesson? Hold that cunt down and give it to her? Give it to her hard like she deserves?” The motion picked up tempo. ”You know how she wears that shit. Twirls around just to show her panty ass to the crowd… rip those fuckers off and teach that snotty cunt a lesson… wearing little sneakers… tight sweaters… hair spray… flavored lip gloss… bare legs… the fucking endless boyfriends…”

She was really was starting to thrust.

Another variation, I thought to myself.

“Fucking pompoms,” my wife said and pumped faster

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