Below is littlejohn's very first (virgin!) panty shopping trip. The "I finally did it!" makes me smile. :-) Obviously, I've already given him orders to go shopping again. Time to take off the "training wheels", sexy! ;-)
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The day had been busy, like many lately, but I didn't want to make another excuse and disappoint you. So off I went to Wal-Mart. I knew Wal-Mart would not be your preference, but I wanted to get the assignment done and not procrastinate further. Wal-Mart was simply the closest.
In the car on the way over I started to worry. Since it was a local store, what if someone I knew saw me. I know I could make up a story about shopping for my wife or something, but I didn't want to do that. It didn't help that just I had this irrational feeling that every single person in the store would know that I was there buying panties for myself, not a woman.
I went in the doors and looked for a basket and oddly they don't have any anymore. I had to use a shopping cart which was overkill for what I needed. I went around and picked up a few items so that it would not look totally empty except for frilly panties. I then reconnoitered the women's
department.
I wanted to be able to get in and out quick since the downside to Wal-Mart, is there are lots of people. This had turned out to be some kind of hell for me. (LOL)
I was surprised that there did not seem to be a large lingerie section. I mean they had bras and panties, but they didn't have, (or I missed it) any lingerie. The panty selection was lacking too, with the exception of the economy packs of granny panties.
Then I saw a rack of women's panties that looked acceptable for you. I made my way over to it after making sure no one was close, I found two pairs of cute panties. One was a Vassarette UnderShappers, smooth shape, hi-cut in black (with tiny ruffles on the edges) size Large and the 2nd was a BodyCurves microfiber plain style Bikini in red size 8.
I put them in the cart and made a bee line for the checkout line and to the car. When I arrived home, I tried on the 2 panties for fit. The Undershappers fit very well and were very stretchy. I liked the feel a lot. The bikini was perhaps one size too small, but I could still wear it and it covered everything and felt oddly good being that tight.
I then re-dressed in my normal clothes as you said to do.
I have to get back to work, but I wanted to let you know that I finally did it! *grin*
Love, kisses and hugs,
Your boy,
john
Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Hello Ma'am. What is it that turns you on about a man in panties? Do you have a favorite style?
I love the contrast. There's something about a nice hard man in soft, feminine panties & stockings that really gets me going.
I also *love* having you dress up and present MY "package" as I desire... having you wear panties or cock rings or whatever I find sexy at the time, and knowing that you are doing it for my visual pleasure. It is such an obvious mark of my ownership of your manhood, and sign of my control.
I think the best cut depends on the body of the boy wearing them, but my first preference is almost always for black, lace-trimmed panties. They shouldn't be too sheer over the package itself, but should just hint at what is underneath, while surrounding it with soft lace. Black is a favorite color of mine because it is so sexy and mysterious, I also really like pink for sissies, and with some of my boys and girls, we have colors that are "our colors".
I also *love* having you dress up and present MY "package" as I desire... having you wear panties or cock rings or whatever I find sexy at the time, and knowing that you are doing it for my visual pleasure. It is such an obvious mark of my ownership of your manhood, and sign of my control.
I think the best cut depends on the body of the boy wearing them, but my first preference is almost always for black, lace-trimmed panties. They shouldn't be too sheer over the package itself, but should just hint at what is underneath, while surrounding it with soft lace. Black is a favorite color of mine because it is so sexy and mysterious, I also really like pink for sissies, and with some of my boys and girls, we have colors that are "our colors".
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Caught Writing Lines While Wearing Panties at Work!
by WP2
These are the kind of reports that I live for!
In case you aren't up to speed: WP2 was writing lines as punishment for fingering a pair of his colleague's clean panties which she had at the office with a change of clothes for after work. I sent him shopping to find panties similiar to the ones he had touched, and he was assigned to wear them and sit at her desk, either while covering a shift for her or after hours, while he did his lines.
I was imagining any empty office, but I couldn't have planned it any better!
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I'm convinced there is some extra sense of perception about you Mistress.
This is perfectly true. I am at work and it's fairly quiet. As I'm covering for my colleague, I don't have the range of duties to do that she has because I'm just doing the cover. I'd done most of what was needed to be done and was taking the opportunity to commence my lines.
I went to the toilet and put on the white panties with the pink bow. I sat at my colleague's desk and commenced my lines. I was working away when I heard the door unlock and open. I folded my lines book to and put the rest of the packet of panties into my bag when a colleague walk in, the one whose panties I'd fingered and masturbated to. She had called in to drop something off on her way home. So I sat with my panties on underneath my trousers, my lines book on the desk and your printed instructions. I casually put the book and instructions together and into the shoulder bag on her desk, closing it. We chatted for a bit. My colleague is not stupid by any means and was asking "Oh, you been busy or just catching up on some other work? I saw you making some notes. Is it anything that I need to know about for tommorrow?"
I just said that it was some notes I was making for my other job so I could update the files when I returned to the office. I don't think she believed me for one minute but obviously had no real idea what I had been writing or what the print out I had put into the folder was.
Mistress, I can't explain how I felt when I saw her walk in and I had the lines book on her desk and wearing the panties I had purchased. I would never, never ever had experienced something like that if you hadn't instructed me or taken me under your control.
Wow!
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for this experience and the panty buying experience.
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Sending boys to buy panties and having them wear them at work is nothing new for me. However, combining them with written punishments is new, and so far, I really like the combination! ;-)
In case you aren't up to speed: WP2 was writing lines as punishment for fingering a pair of his colleague's clean panties which she had at the office with a change of clothes for after work. I sent him shopping to find panties similiar to the ones he had touched, and he was assigned to wear them and sit at her desk, either while covering a shift for her or after hours, while he did his lines.
I was imagining any empty office, but I couldn't have planned it any better!
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I'm convinced there is some extra sense of perception about you Mistress.
This is perfectly true. I am at work and it's fairly quiet. As I'm covering for my colleague, I don't have the range of duties to do that she has because I'm just doing the cover. I'd done most of what was needed to be done and was taking the opportunity to commence my lines.
I went to the toilet and put on the white panties with the pink bow. I sat at my colleague's desk and commenced my lines. I was working away when I heard the door unlock and open. I folded my lines book to and put the rest of the packet of panties into my bag when a colleague walk in, the one whose panties I'd fingered and masturbated to. She had called in to drop something off on her way home. So I sat with my panties on underneath my trousers, my lines book on the desk and your printed instructions. I casually put the book and instructions together and into the shoulder bag on her desk, closing it. We chatted for a bit. My colleague is not stupid by any means and was asking "Oh, you been busy or just catching up on some other work? I saw you making some notes. Is it anything that I need to know about for tommorrow?"
I just said that it was some notes I was making for my other job so I could update the files when I returned to the office. I don't think she believed me for one minute but obviously had no real idea what I had been writing or what the print out I had put into the folder was.
Mistress, I can't explain how I felt when I saw her walk in and I had the lines book on her desk and wearing the panties I had purchased. I would never, never ever had experienced something like that if you hadn't instructed me or taken me under your control.
Wow!
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for this experience and the panty buying experience.
* * *
Sending boys to buy panties and having them wear them at work is nothing new for me. However, combining them with written punishments is new, and so far, I really like the combination! ;-)
Monday, October 25, 2010
Panty Shopping Punishment Report
by WP2
WP2 is being punished for touching a pair of his co-workers unworn panties that she had in a bag for changing clothes. I asked him to shop for and purchase a pair of panties that reminded him of the pair that he touched, but in his size, for him to wear while writing his lines for punishment. Below is his shopping report.
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With my event ending today at 3pm, I decided to take advantage of the time to attempt to purchase panties. Although I was in an unfamiliar town, I know where the main shopping area is. The town does not have any specialist lingerie shops that I know of and would have found it very difficult to go into them, as I’m a panties buying virgin.
I went into a total of 4 shops Mistress to ascertain what products they had. 3 of them were smaller branches of major department stores and one was a local clothing outlet. As I left my car and walked to the cash point to get money I was getting a feeling of anxiety and thought this would pass. How wrong I was.
I casually walked into the main entrance of the first department store and went upstairs to the ladies clothing. As I rose on the escalator I could see the underwear at the top of the stairs. It was like being delivered to my fate. I looked at the panties on display and whilst there were some very interesting choices, some practical, some fancy, some frilly and some that looked quite impossible for male wear, I was having difficulty in seeing a pair that were similar to the pair I had handled. Part of this may have been my fear and anxiety as this was rising all the time whilst I was in the store. What if an assistant came to me, what if I saw someone I knew from the event, what if I was spending too long and attracting the attention of the staff thinking I was a pervert and not someone intending to purchase. At that point I decided to leave and try the second store.
The second store was a very basic clothing outlet. They had packs of cheap panties in a few colour, none that seemed to jog my memory of the panties I had handled nor of a quality that seemed appropriate. They did however, have a chart on the wall and I was able to compare my waist/trouser size with the UK women’s clothing sizes. With this information I felt more confident. At least if I was asked I could say that I was looking for a size and type so if I was asked by an assistant, it would seem better than a very confused reply. I couldn’t say that I was purchasing them following your instructions or ask the assistant to measure me! However, there wasn’t really what I was instructed to purchase so I left.
In the third shop, things were a little better. I found range of single panties and some packs. The underwear was towards the rear of the store and only those looking at that product were there rather than the panties and bra section being in the middle of the store. I didn’t find any that seemed to be white with the touch of colour that I seemed to remember but I did find several types of single panties that were quite colourful and a pack that was similar to those I had handled so I was feeling that my quest was possible.
By this point, Mistress I was getting a little too confident. My initial anxiety had eased a little as I now knew what size I was looking for, I had a possible purchase in mind if I wasn’t able to find a closer match and the store was laid out in a manner that would make a purchase fairly straight forward.
Time was getting on and I had spent almost 45 minutes looking at panties. I went into the fourth shop and found the lingerie section. This was a better store and it had a wider range of panties plus some of the larger sizes that had been difficult to find in the previous stores. However the lingerie section was central to the store and one of the main thoroughfares ran alongside the section. It made it a little easier to casually walk along but there were a large number of people in the store, certainly more that the previous places. Conscious of the time and how my opportunity to purchase was limited over the forthcoming days I plunged into the sections. There was quite a range of bras, panties, briefs, nightwear, stockings, tights and similar. I found the briefs section and saw a pack containing a white pair with a little bow that seemed to be familiar. There was a range of sizes and larger sizes too. I was, Mistress, beginning to wonder what I was worried about, just pick up a pack, pay and go. Hmmm. I selected the pack that had 5 pairs and included the pair that seemed to match what I had seen. I took them off the rail and began to examine the size and check them over. As I looked up it was as if the women in the section were suddenly very close indeed. I’m sure they hadn’t moved from the few seconds before but I was so conscious of them. I picked up the pack and holding it low down by my side started to make for the pay point.
My anxiety and tension had already begun to rise. The butterflies in my tummy were flying and I was nervous as I walked out of the section carrying my panty pack, knowing that I had not purchased a pair for someone but that I would be wearing in them, what I would be doing whilst wearing them, where I’d be doing what I would be doing and why.
I walked to the pay point and that was when my anxiety, fear and excitement came together as there was a queue. ‘Oh god’ I thought, what do I do. I can’t just walk round the shop carrying panties until the queue went, as that would be stranger than just joining it. So I took my turn at the back. A couple of people were served and I became aware that others had joined the queue. As the pay point was that nearest the ladies section, the queue was only women apart from myself and the 2 people at the till were women too.
I nearly turned and walked away Mistress. I was so very fearful of what the people in the queue might be noticing or saying to themselves about this man in the queue. But I had the closest match to the panties I had handled there in my hand as you had instructed, Mistress. I could have left and gone to the other store but the panties were not the same and who was to say that the queue situation would not any easier.
I looked at the 2 women serving. One lady was a young woman with blonde hair and look about 18, the other was the supervisor and more mature, around 40 years old. I didn’t want the younger woman to serve me because she might find it difficult to deal with where as the supervisor would, I expect, have sold panties to men before and take it in her stride. However, the younger woman was pretty and quite cute with her hair taken back and quite pert breasts, which I found attractive but the supervisor was also attractive and more curvy. I was getting more agitated at this point as I was several customers from being served so could not predict which assistant I would deal with, there were customers behind me and in my hand was a pack of panties that would be on my body. I think it was at that point when I really realised that I would be wearing the panties I was purchasing and I’d be being punished whilst I would doing so, as if the purchase wasn’t penance enough. It was at that point I realised because it was then I began to get an erection.
The queue seemed to move so, so slowly. I was starting to sweat and felt very hot indeed stood their in my coat and my shirt and tie with panties in my hand. As the queue moved I watched the assistants and could see the younger woman was slower at serving than the supervisor was and had more problems with the till. I was wishing that I would be served by the supervisor and could get away as quickly as possible. I had a vision of the younger woman holding the panties in the air and shouting for a bar code or a price as, at that point I’d forgotten what the price was.
I reached the front of the queue with my heart pounding, my palms beginning to sweat and a lump in my trousers that wouldn’t go away. The supervisor was almost through with her customer and the younger woman was still ringing in items. ‘Yes’ I said to myself, ‘I can purchase and escape’. However fate decided to pull at me, and the customer with the supervisor had decided to pay by credit card with which there was a problem. I could only go forwards to the check out as the queue behind was preventing any escape. The younger assistant carried on with her customer and the supervisor re-entered the credit card. Whilst these transactions were going on it seemed as if time had stood still with each action of the supervisor was so lengthy whilst the younger assistant was asking her customer about the shops store card. The customer began to ask about it. Phew, I really didn’t want to face a young woman, with my sweating palms, beating heart and erection, who might do who knows what. Please, the supervisor, was the thought that I kept having, please the supervisor.
Both customers seemed to conclude their purchases at the same time and the next please light came on. I took my first step to the supervisor’s desk. She bent to reach some more bags from behind the counter and the young assistant said ‘may I help’.
I felt my heart go into overdrive and yet admired the young girl's features. Her name badge was Suzanne. I smiled and presented the panties ‘these please’ I said. She rang them into the till and told me the price ‘that’s six pounds please’. I opened my wallet and gave her a ten pound note. ‘Oh’ said Suzanne. ‘We are running out of change, do you have a pound coin and I will give you a five pound note’ I gave Suzanne a pound. Suzanne had already rung it into the till but turned to the supervisor and asked if she should cancel the transaction because the customer had given her eleven pounds where as the till roll had ten pounds tendered. The supervisor leaned across and said that it didn’t matter and to carry on. Suzanne picked up the money from the counter and put it into the till, giving me my change. The panties were sitting on the counter as they had been since Suzanne had checked them in.
There was a pause that seemed to be an hour but must only have been a second. ‘I’m sorry’ Suzanne said, I’ve forgotten to print the receipt, do you need one’. As Mistress had instructed that I have a proof of purchase I said that I did. Suzanne then asked the supervisor how to print a receipt now the till was closed. The panties were still on the counter and the queue was still behind me. The supervisor leaned across once more and said something about pressing a key on the console, which Suzanne did, and my receipt was printed. Finally Suzanne picked up a bag, opened it, put in my receipt and the panties. I took the back and walked away with a tremendous buzz that I had achieved your instruction, Mistress with my anxiety turning to a feeling of joy.
I returned home and wrote this account before the details began to wane. I have tried on a pair of the panties and they seem to fit. As you instructed, once I was satisfied they would fit I removed them and put them with the rest of the pack to await your next installment to my punishments.
One pair in the pack is like those I remember, a white pair with a little pink ribbon on them. The rest of the pack are black and white ‘zebra’ marked pair, an all black pair, a grey pair with pink ribbon and a black and white patches pair. They felt rather cosy when I tried a pair on but I did manage to get myself into them quite comfortably.
Mistress, you are so intuitive and I thank you for such a challenging and rewarding punishment.
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With my event ending today at 3pm, I decided to take advantage of the time to attempt to purchase panties. Although I was in an unfamiliar town, I know where the main shopping area is. The town does not have any specialist lingerie shops that I know of and would have found it very difficult to go into them, as I’m a panties buying virgin.
I went into a total of 4 shops Mistress to ascertain what products they had. 3 of them were smaller branches of major department stores and one was a local clothing outlet. As I left my car and walked to the cash point to get money I was getting a feeling of anxiety and thought this would pass. How wrong I was.
I casually walked into the main entrance of the first department store and went upstairs to the ladies clothing. As I rose on the escalator I could see the underwear at the top of the stairs. It was like being delivered to my fate. I looked at the panties on display and whilst there were some very interesting choices, some practical, some fancy, some frilly and some that looked quite impossible for male wear, I was having difficulty in seeing a pair that were similar to the pair I had handled. Part of this may have been my fear and anxiety as this was rising all the time whilst I was in the store. What if an assistant came to me, what if I saw someone I knew from the event, what if I was spending too long and attracting the attention of the staff thinking I was a pervert and not someone intending to purchase. At that point I decided to leave and try the second store.
The second store was a very basic clothing outlet. They had packs of cheap panties in a few colour, none that seemed to jog my memory of the panties I had handled nor of a quality that seemed appropriate. They did however, have a chart on the wall and I was able to compare my waist/trouser size with the UK women’s clothing sizes. With this information I felt more confident. At least if I was asked I could say that I was looking for a size and type so if I was asked by an assistant, it would seem better than a very confused reply. I couldn’t say that I was purchasing them following your instructions or ask the assistant to measure me! However, there wasn’t really what I was instructed to purchase so I left.
In the third shop, things were a little better. I found range of single panties and some packs. The underwear was towards the rear of the store and only those looking at that product were there rather than the panties and bra section being in the middle of the store. I didn’t find any that seemed to be white with the touch of colour that I seemed to remember but I did find several types of single panties that were quite colourful and a pack that was similar to those I had handled so I was feeling that my quest was possible.
By this point, Mistress I was getting a little too confident. My initial anxiety had eased a little as I now knew what size I was looking for, I had a possible purchase in mind if I wasn’t able to find a closer match and the store was laid out in a manner that would make a purchase fairly straight forward.
Time was getting on and I had spent almost 45 minutes looking at panties. I went into the fourth shop and found the lingerie section. This was a better store and it had a wider range of panties plus some of the larger sizes that had been difficult to find in the previous stores. However the lingerie section was central to the store and one of the main thoroughfares ran alongside the section. It made it a little easier to casually walk along but there were a large number of people in the store, certainly more that the previous places. Conscious of the time and how my opportunity to purchase was limited over the forthcoming days I plunged into the sections. There was quite a range of bras, panties, briefs, nightwear, stockings, tights and similar. I found the briefs section and saw a pack containing a white pair with a little bow that seemed to be familiar. There was a range of sizes and larger sizes too. I was, Mistress, beginning to wonder what I was worried about, just pick up a pack, pay and go. Hmmm. I selected the pack that had 5 pairs and included the pair that seemed to match what I had seen. I took them off the rail and began to examine the size and check them over. As I looked up it was as if the women in the section were suddenly very close indeed. I’m sure they hadn’t moved from the few seconds before but I was so conscious of them. I picked up the pack and holding it low down by my side started to make for the pay point.
My anxiety and tension had already begun to rise. The butterflies in my tummy were flying and I was nervous as I walked out of the section carrying my panty pack, knowing that I had not purchased a pair for someone but that I would be wearing in them, what I would be doing whilst wearing them, where I’d be doing what I would be doing and why.
I walked to the pay point and that was when my anxiety, fear and excitement came together as there was a queue. ‘Oh god’ I thought, what do I do. I can’t just walk round the shop carrying panties until the queue went, as that would be stranger than just joining it. So I took my turn at the back. A couple of people were served and I became aware that others had joined the queue. As the pay point was that nearest the ladies section, the queue was only women apart from myself and the 2 people at the till were women too.
I nearly turned and walked away Mistress. I was so very fearful of what the people in the queue might be noticing or saying to themselves about this man in the queue. But I had the closest match to the panties I had handled there in my hand as you had instructed, Mistress. I could have left and gone to the other store but the panties were not the same and who was to say that the queue situation would not any easier.
I looked at the 2 women serving. One lady was a young woman with blonde hair and look about 18, the other was the supervisor and more mature, around 40 years old. I didn’t want the younger woman to serve me because she might find it difficult to deal with where as the supervisor would, I expect, have sold panties to men before and take it in her stride. However, the younger woman was pretty and quite cute with her hair taken back and quite pert breasts, which I found attractive but the supervisor was also attractive and more curvy. I was getting more agitated at this point as I was several customers from being served so could not predict which assistant I would deal with, there were customers behind me and in my hand was a pack of panties that would be on my body. I think it was at that point when I really realised that I would be wearing the panties I was purchasing and I’d be being punished whilst I would doing so, as if the purchase wasn’t penance enough. It was at that point I realised because it was then I began to get an erection.
The queue seemed to move so, so slowly. I was starting to sweat and felt very hot indeed stood their in my coat and my shirt and tie with panties in my hand. As the queue moved I watched the assistants and could see the younger woman was slower at serving than the supervisor was and had more problems with the till. I was wishing that I would be served by the supervisor and could get away as quickly as possible. I had a vision of the younger woman holding the panties in the air and shouting for a bar code or a price as, at that point I’d forgotten what the price was.
I reached the front of the queue with my heart pounding, my palms beginning to sweat and a lump in my trousers that wouldn’t go away. The supervisor was almost through with her customer and the younger woman was still ringing in items. ‘Yes’ I said to myself, ‘I can purchase and escape’. However fate decided to pull at me, and the customer with the supervisor had decided to pay by credit card with which there was a problem. I could only go forwards to the check out as the queue behind was preventing any escape. The younger assistant carried on with her customer and the supervisor re-entered the credit card. Whilst these transactions were going on it seemed as if time had stood still with each action of the supervisor was so lengthy whilst the younger assistant was asking her customer about the shops store card. The customer began to ask about it. Phew, I really didn’t want to face a young woman, with my sweating palms, beating heart and erection, who might do who knows what. Please, the supervisor, was the thought that I kept having, please the supervisor.
Both customers seemed to conclude their purchases at the same time and the next please light came on. I took my first step to the supervisor’s desk. She bent to reach some more bags from behind the counter and the young assistant said ‘may I help’.
I felt my heart go into overdrive and yet admired the young girl's features. Her name badge was Suzanne. I smiled and presented the panties ‘these please’ I said. She rang them into the till and told me the price ‘that’s six pounds please’. I opened my wallet and gave her a ten pound note. ‘Oh’ said Suzanne. ‘We are running out of change, do you have a pound coin and I will give you a five pound note’ I gave Suzanne a pound. Suzanne had already rung it into the till but turned to the supervisor and asked if she should cancel the transaction because the customer had given her eleven pounds where as the till roll had ten pounds tendered. The supervisor leaned across and said that it didn’t matter and to carry on. Suzanne picked up the money from the counter and put it into the till, giving me my change. The panties were sitting on the counter as they had been since Suzanne had checked them in.
There was a pause that seemed to be an hour but must only have been a second. ‘I’m sorry’ Suzanne said, I’ve forgotten to print the receipt, do you need one’. As Mistress had instructed that I have a proof of purchase I said that I did. Suzanne then asked the supervisor how to print a receipt now the till was closed. The panties were still on the counter and the queue was still behind me. The supervisor leaned across once more and said something about pressing a key on the console, which Suzanne did, and my receipt was printed. Finally Suzanne picked up a bag, opened it, put in my receipt and the panties. I took the back and walked away with a tremendous buzz that I had achieved your instruction, Mistress with my anxiety turning to a feeling of joy.
One pair in the pack is like those I remember, a white pair with a little pink ribbon on them. The rest of the pack are black and white ‘zebra’ marked pair, an all black pair, a grey pair with pink ribbon and a black and white patches pair. They felt rather cosy when I tried a pair on but I did manage to get myself into them quite comfortably.
Mistress, you are so intuitive and I thank you for such a challenging and rewarding punishment.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Excessive/Impressive Masturbation Report
(Why Boys Need Cock Control & Training)
by WP2
The below is a prime example of why boys need control. Six times in 24 hours! I find it excessive ...and impressive, as he is not exactly 20 anymore!
He had mentioned that a previous Mistress had given him free days off to masturbated as he pleased. I decided to try one to see if anything had changed since before I took control of his cock, but it is easy to see that it has not. In fact. it is this exact behavior (excessive masturbation) that has earned him the need for strict cock control.
Note: As he is not one of my personal subs, he has not been instructed to us my mantra when masturbating, and he hasn't been instructed to focus only on me. In fact, I think that for him, it is important that I be above that. I am allowing the use of porn, as those women know that men will be masturbating to their pictures and have been paid to provide that service. I find that very, very different from him thinking of an innocent waitress or co-worker, and even going out of his way, or (much worse) inconveniencing them, to create stimulating situations.
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Thank you Mistress for a free masturbation day. It is something that I have not experienced since you took control of my cock and my sexual release. Before I was under your control I masturbated freely and often. This was like a return to old times.
To make the best of my 24 hours freedom, I commenced the period on Thursday morning at 8am so that when I woke, I would be able to indulge as I used to do. I made sure that my favourite magazines featuring big breasted were next to my bed.
I often get an erection shortly after I wake so I masturbated myself Mistress. The ability to just take pleasure was quite at thrill for me. I don’t have much time to masturbate in the morning as I go to work so I ‘went with the flow’ as it were. I pumped myself steadily but constantly. Instead of easing off as I approached my orgasm, I continued to pump whilst looking at the pictures. I came quite forcefully Mistress and as you have instructed, I consumed the produce I had caught.
During the day at work, my mind was distracted at the thought of going home and spending the evening masturbating. I can work flexible hours so I took advantage of this by leaving off at 4pm, being home by around 4.30. Although I could have used the time more constructively to do chores, tidy the garden, etc I didn’t. I got home and went straight to my bedroom, stripped and carried of from where I left of that morning by masturbating at the images in the magazines. My release was over far to soon and I consumed my produce for a second time.
After having something to eat, I returned to my bedroom at about 7pm to masturbate again. My penis was a little sore but as soon as I began to erect, the feeling of soreness evaporated. I have quite a collection of big breast magazines that I have built up so I got a few different magazines Mistress and used those. It took me a little longer but I was soon riding the crest of the wave to conclusion. My ejaculation was not as forceful as it had been previously and was a little watery but, as instructed, I consumed it.
After this I got up and dressed. I made a few phone calls, paid my phone bill and my credit card bill and did a few other basic tasks. I checked on [edited for privacy]and with my responsibilities fulfilled for the evening I decided to have an early night. This time Mistress I had the print outs of the e-mails detailing my punishments. I read through those and looked at the 1,350 lines I have completed for you so far. I thought how lucky I was to be able to have a day free to masturbate. Although I was a bit sore, I managed to overcome this and masturbated again thinking of you Mistress, the control you have exerted and the forthcoming retribution for masturbating at my colleague.
I fell asleep after this act of masturbation but not before setting my clock for the following day. As you had so graciously permitted me 24 hours freedom, I was going to take fullest advantage of your permission. I normally wake around 7.30 and get up around 8am. This time I set my alarm clock for 6am so that I would be able to masturbate once more before my time period was up. When I was woken at 6am I realised that I had a limited time to take pleasure. I didn’t use any pornography but masturbated myself snuggled into my duvet in the dark. This was a very pleasurable act Mistress. When I came I caught as much of my produce as possible in my hand at consumed it. I got up, showered and shaved before going into my bedroom to dress. The time was just turned 7am and I was still within the 24 hours so I commenced masturbating once more. This one was quite difficult, as I had masturbated so much in the previous 24 hours. However Mistress, I knew that my next opportunity to masturbate was not at my bidding and that it was a case of use it or lose it. It took quite a bit of pumping and I resorted to using my pornographic magazines to achieve my climax. It happened Mistress but was quite an uncomfortable act of masturbation and the produce was much less than the ejaculation the previous morning and did not have the texture or taste that my first ejaculation had.
So, in the 24 hours, Mistress, I masturbated 6 times in all. My penis was quite sore as I went to work and has been so all day today. I feel quite tired but have been so glad that you gave me permission to release myself as much as I possibly could in 24 hours, a pleasure that I am very thankful of.
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He admitted afterward that quality is better than quantity, but he still felt compelled to go for the quantity while he could. I have decided that for his excess, he must go at least six full 24-hour days before his next release, even if his next tasks are completed promptly.
He had mentioned that a previous Mistress had given him free days off to masturbated as he pleased. I decided to try one to see if anything had changed since before I took control of his cock, but it is easy to see that it has not. In fact. it is this exact behavior (excessive masturbation) that has earned him the need for strict cock control.
Note: As he is not one of my personal subs, he has not been instructed to us my mantra when masturbating, and he hasn't been instructed to focus only on me. In fact, I think that for him, it is important that I be above that. I am allowing the use of porn, as those women know that men will be masturbating to their pictures and have been paid to provide that service. I find that very, very different from him thinking of an innocent waitress or co-worker, and even going out of his way, or (much worse) inconveniencing them, to create stimulating situations.
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Thank you Mistress for a free masturbation day. It is something that I have not experienced since you took control of my cock and my sexual release. Before I was under your control I masturbated freely and often. This was like a return to old times.
To make the best of my 24 hours freedom, I commenced the period on Thursday morning at 8am so that when I woke, I would be able to indulge as I used to do. I made sure that my favourite magazines featuring big breasted were next to my bed.
I often get an erection shortly after I wake so I masturbated myself Mistress. The ability to just take pleasure was quite at thrill for me. I don’t have much time to masturbate in the morning as I go to work so I ‘went with the flow’ as it were. I pumped myself steadily but constantly. Instead of easing off as I approached my orgasm, I continued to pump whilst looking at the pictures. I came quite forcefully Mistress and as you have instructed, I consumed the produce I had caught.
During the day at work, my mind was distracted at the thought of going home and spending the evening masturbating. I can work flexible hours so I took advantage of this by leaving off at 4pm, being home by around 4.30. Although I could have used the time more constructively to do chores, tidy the garden, etc I didn’t. I got home and went straight to my bedroom, stripped and carried of from where I left of that morning by masturbating at the images in the magazines. My release was over far to soon and I consumed my produce for a second time.
After having something to eat, I returned to my bedroom at about 7pm to masturbate again. My penis was a little sore but as soon as I began to erect, the feeling of soreness evaporated. I have quite a collection of big breast magazines that I have built up so I got a few different magazines Mistress and used those. It took me a little longer but I was soon riding the crest of the wave to conclusion. My ejaculation was not as forceful as it had been previously and was a little watery but, as instructed, I consumed it.
After this I got up and dressed. I made a few phone calls, paid my phone bill and my credit card bill and did a few other basic tasks. I checked on [edited for privacy]
I fell asleep after this act of masturbation but not before setting my clock for the following day. As you had so graciously permitted me 24 hours freedom, I was going to take fullest advantage of your permission. I normally wake around 7.30 and get up around 8am. This time I set my alarm clock for 6am so that I would be able to masturbate once more before my time period was up. When I was woken at 6am I realised that I had a limited time to take pleasure. I didn’t use any pornography but masturbated myself snuggled into my duvet in the dark. This was a very pleasurable act Mistress. When I came I caught as much of my produce as possible in my hand at consumed it. I got up, showered and shaved before going into my bedroom to dress. The time was just turned 7am and I was still within the 24 hours so I commenced masturbating once more. This one was quite difficult, as I had masturbated so much in the previous 24 hours. However Mistress, I knew that my next opportunity to masturbate was not at my bidding and that it was a case of use it or lose it. It took quite a bit of pumping and I resorted to using my pornographic magazines to achieve my climax. It happened Mistress but was quite an uncomfortable act of masturbation and the produce was much less than the ejaculation the previous morning and did not have the texture or taste that my first ejaculation had.
So, in the 24 hours, Mistress, I masturbated 6 times in all. My penis was quite sore as I went to work and has been so all day today. I feel quite tired but have been so glad that you gave me permission to release myself as much as I possibly could in 24 hours, a pleasure that I am very thankful of.
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He admitted afterward that quality is better than quantity, but he still felt compelled to go for the quantity while he could. I have decided that for his excess, he must go at least six full 24-hour days before his next release, even if his next tasks are completed promptly.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Report: Multiple Timed Edging in Panties - at Work!
by ed cantor
I must admit that the timed aspects of the edging were inspired by recent tweets from @sissyamanda.
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Mistress,
It has been so long since we’ve been able to connect and just be with each other Mistress, in our own version of cuddling or snuggling, that your wonderful instruction to get into panties, at work was pure bliss. It is such a concrete expression of your control, and that you care to exercise it.
To emphasize your own hunger for teasing me, you had me edge immediately, as I put them on. To be there in the tiny confines of the washrooms stall, thinking of you and your beauty and imagination and love and wickedness, not to mention the panties themselves.
I was so hard, so fast.. and then the balance came in… I wanted to feel this physical high as long as possible, but not too long, not too close, not risking that shaming orgasm that creeps up and won’t stop, shaming me and disappointing you. I know you want me teased and aching. I stop, only wanting more, and it takes me a few minutes to sit there and calm down, before I am even relaxed enough to re-wrap my cock in the panties and cover myself with my pants.
I loved how you loved my sweet anguish, and it seemed I was no sooner back in my seat than you were sending me back. Teasing me after, about if those left in the office would notice my frequent trips. I was hard so fast and forced to stop touching so quickly. It took ages to calm down, and it was like I could taste my heart beating. I love the perfect way you can torment me Mistress. You can change my ability to think.
I loved the time we could chat, even if it was short, and I know you shared your outspoken enjoyment of teasing me. Knowing I was so hard. Making me take advantage of quiet moments to stroke myself through my trousers, until I could feel the precum wetness through my panties and the pants themselves.
I love your plans, your thoughts, and the way you tease me with what is possible…
In preparation for "good night"s, you send me away, using the clock with me this time. I must go and edge, stroking for one minute, no matter what. I may slow, or speed up, but I must stroke for one minute – no more, no less – without cumming. For you.
It is so teasing to feel the clock, this minute of yours, have the control.
I know you will make it more difficult as time goes on. And you do.
Before I can go home, I have to repeat this. For three minutes. I’m aching and tingling and nearly sweating by the end of the time allotment. I’m barely touching, but still touching. Stroking so slow and light. On the edge so precariously. When I finally make it finished, I can’t even let my panties touch me for quite a while.
Thank you so much for your control, your love, your faith Mistress.
P.S. I don’t know if you can read in these words that I am again in panties at work, at your command, but I am.
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Mistress,
It has been so long since we’ve been able to connect and just be with each other Mistress, in our own version of cuddling or snuggling, that your wonderful instruction to get into panties, at work was pure bliss. It is such a concrete expression of your control, and that you care to exercise it.
To emphasize your own hunger for teasing me, you had me edge immediately, as I put them on. To be there in the tiny confines of the washrooms stall, thinking of you and your beauty and imagination and love and wickedness, not to mention the panties themselves.
I was so hard, so fast.. and then the balance came in… I wanted to feel this physical high as long as possible, but not too long, not too close, not risking that shaming orgasm that creeps up and won’t stop, shaming me and disappointing you. I know you want me teased and aching. I stop, only wanting more, and it takes me a few minutes to sit there and calm down, before I am even relaxed enough to re-wrap my cock in the panties and cover myself with my pants.
I loved how you loved my sweet anguish, and it seemed I was no sooner back in my seat than you were sending me back. Teasing me after, about if those left in the office would notice my frequent trips. I was hard so fast and forced to stop touching so quickly. It took ages to calm down, and it was like I could taste my heart beating. I love the perfect way you can torment me Mistress. You can change my ability to think.
I loved the time we could chat, even if it was short, and I know you shared your outspoken enjoyment of teasing me. Knowing I was so hard. Making me take advantage of quiet moments to stroke myself through my trousers, until I could feel the precum wetness through my panties and the pants themselves.
I love your plans, your thoughts, and the way you tease me with what is possible…
In preparation for "good night"s, you send me away, using the clock with me this time. I must go and edge, stroking for one minute, no matter what. I may slow, or speed up, but I must stroke for one minute – no more, no less – without cumming. For you.
It is so teasing to feel the clock, this minute of yours, have the control.
I know you will make it more difficult as time goes on. And you do.
Before I can go home, I have to repeat this. For three minutes. I’m aching and tingling and nearly sweating by the end of the time allotment. I’m barely touching, but still touching. Stroking so slow and light. On the edge so precariously. When I finally make it finished, I can’t even let my panties touch me for quite a while.
Thank you so much for your control, your love, your faith Mistress.
P.S. I don’t know if you can read in these words that I am again in panties at work, at your command, but I am.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Do you prefer having a slave do tease and denial or use them more as sub (pain, etc.) or both?
I consider myself a sensualist rather than a sadist, so I tend to go for the tease and denial.
However... I have been told that I am more of a sadist than I admit to. I will admit that I have a bit of an evil streak, and that it sometimes includes see exactly how much a boy can take. Where is that line? Hmmmm... let's see...
Sunday, October 17, 2010
2nd Edging Report
by WP2
This is the second edging report I'm publishing from the chronic masturbator whose cock is now under my control. Previously, he would sometimes masturbate many times throughout the day, to the point that the last couple occasions really had nothing to them. Under my instruction, he is learning to slow down and go for quality over quantity. He is now chaste between earned releases, which I am sure makes the edging even more difficult.. and the releases sooooo much more intense.
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Mistress, I engaged in edging on Wednesday. Although I was at work during the day, I took the opportunity to edge that evening when I was home.
I went to my bedroom and brought myself very quickly to an erection. I'm beginning to see that by masturbating slowly, I either can edge better or at least spend longer building up to my single, permitted release so thereby obtaining more pleasure than my usual 'rush to the summit' which I tended to pursue.
I positioned my laminated page and masturbated carefully. To make it easier to be slower, I did not use any pornography or stimulation besides my mind. Plus I was thinking of the [new] list of offences that I have to produce for you, Mistress.
My first 'approach' was careful and deliberate, stopping when I felt that point where I would normally go from a steady wrist action to a frenzied pumping. After a second time I realised that I would find it difficult to hold back for a third time so I dressed and went downstairs to make a drink. My erection subsided a little but my desire was quelled and when I returned to my bedroom I was able to recommence with the slower action. I again approached the point of climax but pulled back and by having a drink, I reached my hand away from pumping my penis.
However, being the compulsive masturbator that I am, I returned to my pleasure and this time I did not possess the self control that I had demonstrated: when I reached the point where I knew that my ejaculation could happen, I carried on gripping my penis, pumping away until I came. I caught my produce on the laminated paper and poured it into my mouth as I began to deflate. I poured it in quite soon after I came, Mistress because I find it easier to swallow my produce if I'm still in a state of arousal and whilst my produce is still warm. It is much more difficult to consume when the produce is cold and my arousal has subsided.
[I think that is true for most, if not all, boys.]
[clipped for privacy] the feelings it generates are quite unique, and I'm very privileged to have a Mistress that understands my drives.
Thank you, Mistress.
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Mistress, I engaged in edging on Wednesday. Although I was at work during the day, I took the opportunity to edge that evening when I was home.
I went to my bedroom and brought myself very quickly to an erection. I'm beginning to see that by masturbating slowly, I either can edge better or at least spend longer building up to my single, permitted release so thereby obtaining more pleasure than my usual 'rush to the summit' which I tended to pursue.
I positioned my laminated page and masturbated carefully. To make it easier to be slower, I did not use any pornography or stimulation besides my mind. Plus I was thinking of the [new] list of offences that I have to produce for you, Mistress.
My first 'approach' was careful and deliberate, stopping when I felt that point where I would normally go from a steady wrist action to a frenzied pumping. After a second time I realised that I would find it difficult to hold back for a third time so I dressed and went downstairs to make a drink. My erection subsided a little but my desire was quelled and when I returned to my bedroom I was able to recommence with the slower action. I again approached the point of climax but pulled back and by having a drink, I reached my hand away from pumping my penis.
However, being the compulsive masturbator that I am, I returned to my pleasure and this time I did not possess the self control that I had demonstrated: when I reached the point where I knew that my ejaculation could happen, I carried on gripping my penis, pumping away until I came. I caught my produce on the laminated paper and poured it into my mouth as I began to deflate. I poured it in quite soon after I came, Mistress because I find it easier to swallow my produce if I'm still in a state of arousal and whilst my produce is still warm. It is much more difficult to consume when the produce is cold and my arousal has subsided.
[I think that is true for most, if not all, boys.]
[clipped for privacy] the feelings it generates are quite unique, and I'm very privileged to have a Mistress that understands my drives.
Thank you, Mistress.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Edging Report
by another of my Written Punishments trainees
The below is from a different Written Punishments trainees - maybe we'll call him WP2. He tends to be a very naughty boy, and a chronic masturbator, so I have taken control of his cock.
He also has a history of intentionally sitting where a woman would be expected to lean over in front of him, or even positioning items so that a woman, in the course of her work, would have to lean over, giving him the view that he desired! He is writing lines for these disrespctful deeds (ex: "I must not inconvenience women for my own titillation."), and must finish each assignment before he is allowed to masturbate. And, of course, I'm specifying how and when he may cum. In this case, he had been away with family, and didn't have a lot of opportunity to follow through with my instructions. Therefore, I allowed him a special edging/release day before going back into chastity for the next punishment.
NOTE: For my edging days, subs/trainees are allowed to edge as many times as they can within a period of up to 24 hours. However, once they actually cross that line and come, the edging is over and they are back in chastity... not even allowed to touch except as needed to wash, dress and pee.
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Mistress, when I came back from my week away I hadn't had much opportunity to masturbate, so you instructed me to practice edging on that Sunday.
To make it easier for myself, instead of staying in bed on Sunday morning and masturbating, I thought it was best to get up and get on with my chores as I'd some washing and other things to attend to. I know that had I started to masturbate in bed that morning, I would have had very little opportunity to complete any edging, it would have been over quickly....
After doing the chores and my lunch I decided to that it would be the best time to have some indulgence and see how I could manage. I became aroused very quickly Mistress which was only to be expected as I'd had very little opportunity to masturbate whilst away.
I took myself towards the place that I know would be difficult to step back from three times. I didn't perhaps go as close to the line as I possibly could have because I was not confident that I would be able to stop once I was enjoying the sensations of masturbation. On the fourth time I went further towards the edge than previously and slowed my wrist action down. This only tended to increase the sensation and instead of pumping my penis faster as I concluded, I found myself doing it very slowly with a great deal of feeling. It may have been because I'd not masturbated much during the previous week, but the pleasure of slowly masturbating was immense. When I came I seemed to produce a great deal of spunk which I caught using a piece of laminated paper that I have made for the purpose as I found it was difficult to use a glass to catch my emission and it dribbles through my hand. The laminated paper is very good as it all my ejaculation lands on the page for me to consume.
I felt my penis was very sensitive after this act of masturbation. It may be that because I'd not masturbated a great deal, combined with edging and a slower act of masturbation that it resulted in much more spunk than I usually produce, all of which I consumed.
He also has a history of intentionally sitting where a woman would be expected to lean over in front of him, or even positioning items so that a woman, in the course of her work, would have to lean over, giving him the view that he desired! He is writing lines for these disrespctful deeds (ex: "I must not inconvenience women for my own titillation."), and must finish each assignment before he is allowed to masturbate. And, of course, I'm specifying how and when he may cum. In this case, he had been away with family, and didn't have a lot of opportunity to follow through with my instructions. Therefore, I allowed him a special edging/release day before going back into chastity for the next punishment.
NOTE: For my edging days, subs/trainees are allowed to edge as many times as they can within a period of up to 24 hours. However, once they actually cross that line and come, the edging is over and they are back in chastity... not even allowed to touch except as needed to wash, dress and pee.
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Mistress, when I came back from my week away I hadn't had much opportunity to masturbate, so you instructed me to practice edging on that Sunday.
To make it easier for myself, instead of staying in bed on Sunday morning and masturbating, I thought it was best to get up and get on with my chores as I'd some washing and other things to attend to. I know that had I started to masturbate in bed that morning, I would have had very little opportunity to complete any edging, it would have been over quickly....
After doing the chores and my lunch I decided to that it would be the best time to have some indulgence and see how I could manage. I became aroused very quickly Mistress which was only to be expected as I'd had very little opportunity to masturbate whilst away.
I took myself towards the place that I know would be difficult to step back from three times. I didn't perhaps go as close to the line as I possibly could have because I was not confident that I would be able to stop once I was enjoying the sensations of masturbation. On the fourth time I went further towards the edge than previously and slowed my wrist action down. This only tended to increase the sensation and instead of pumping my penis faster as I concluded, I found myself doing it very slowly with a great deal of feeling. It may have been because I'd not masturbated much during the previous week, but the pleasure of slowly masturbating was immense. When I came I seemed to produce a great deal of spunk which I caught using a piece of laminated paper that I have made for the purpose as I found it was difficult to use a glass to catch my emission and it dribbles through my hand. The laminated paper is very good as it all my ejaculation lands on the page for me to consume.
I felt my penis was very sensitive after this act of masturbation. It may be that because I'd not masturbated a great deal, combined with edging and a slower act of masturbation that it resulted in much more spunk than I usually produce, all of which I consumed.
Monday, October 11, 2010
October 5th Edging Report
by my jezi-darling
Dear Mistress:
Today was my first official edge training, and i was reasonably successful given my work constraints. i managed to 'edge' three times before allowing release on the fourth occasion.
Each edge was different:
my first was early in the morning, and i just teased Your cock Mistress until it was hard, flipped it from my panties and then stopped when i felt it may take me too close.
The second was around mid-day, and i included Your ring about Your package Mistress to see the effect and once more played with Your cock and rubbed my nipples a little before stopping just as i felt i may be getting weak!
The third was late afternoon and once more Your package was ringed, Mistress, as i stroked Your cock through my satin pink polka dot panties and made it hard - i dribbled a little as i got close but managed to avoid full release.
Given my workload and r/l situation it was much later when i had the chance of the reward of release. i edged as much as i could but knew i would not stop as Mistress had given me the reward of release. Ringed once more and knowing this was to be the joy for You and to show my love to You Mistress, i teased and played with Your cock and my nipples till i exploded into my waiting hand so as not to waste any cum.
The release was quite intense and of course was done in Your honour, repeating our mantra:
Your cock, Mistress.
Your girl, Mistress.
Your pleasure, Mistress.
With a suitably reflective pause after each line.
Thank You for the honour of being Your girl and allowing me to commence edging training.
Love,
Your chaste girl till her Thursday edge!
Today was my first official edge training, and i was reasonably successful given my work constraints. i managed to 'edge' three times before allowing release on the fourth occasion.
Each edge was different:
my first was early in the morning, and i just teased Your cock Mistress until it was hard, flipped it from my panties and then stopped when i felt it may take me too close.
The second was around mid-day, and i included Your ring about Your package Mistress to see the effect and once more played with Your cock and rubbed my nipples a little before stopping just as i felt i may be getting weak!
The third was late afternoon and once more Your package was ringed, Mistress, as i stroked Your cock through my satin pink polka dot panties and made it hard - i dribbled a little as i got close but managed to avoid full release.
Given my workload and r/l situation it was much later when i had the chance of the reward of release. i edged as much as i could but knew i would not stop as Mistress had given me the reward of release. Ringed once more and knowing this was to be the joy for You and to show my love to You Mistress, i teased and played with Your cock and my nipples till i exploded into my waiting hand so as not to waste any cum.
The release was quite intense and of course was done in Your honour, repeating our mantra:
Your cock, Mistress.
Your girl, Mistress.
Your pleasure, Mistress.
With a suitably reflective pause after each line.
Thank You for the honour of being Your girl and allowing me to commence edging training.
Love,
Your chaste girl till her Thursday edge!
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Cock Ring Training Report
by brook fallshine
brook is a young sissy with a somewhat active imagination. She is not my submissive, but is doing my assignments.
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Mistress,
I have purchased the desired rings and spent last evening in them.
The rings purchased were the recommended size in the assignment, 2", 1.5", 1.25". I purchased them at Studio 21. I have purchased toys here before, but once I walked in the door my face immediately became flushed beet red. I felt like my cheeks were on fire...like it was 150 degrees inside the store!
The store is somewhat large I guess...about the size of a restaurant. I went to the area that housed the bondage gear, but found none! To my surprise, they no longer had an area strictly for leather, restraints, gags, paddles, and all the other things sissies need to purchase for their Mistresses! Previously, they had a huge area for these items. It had been replaced with lingerie. Beautiful sexy lingerie. A sissy's second best friend. I almost fainted when I walked in. I wanted everything! There was a sexual overload and I became disoriented!
I decided to be on-task since I had a family meeting to go to in about an hour. So I made my way back to the register for assistance. I noticed the clientele on the way to the register...they looked like normal people...this made me feel better. There was one guy that looked creepy though, and I stayed away from him. Anyway, the guy at the register was named Rob and showed me to their very small cock ring section. It was just one of those rotating displays that had a few different colored rings on it. I was luckily able to find the right set of black rings tucked away behind a bunch of nipple accessories. As far as any other CBT equipment, there was none! I remember this place being bondage paradise, but I guess for Halloween maybe they had to remove all of that to make way for costumes.
Anyway! The ring details! It is a set of 3 black rings of varying sizes, Nitrile, made by Spartacus. My blushing red face walked back to the register to pay and there was a woman at the register this time. I didn't catch her name, but she was complaining about her eye being irritated. I immediately pictured Rob cumming all over her face a few minutes earlier. Those thoughts made me blush a little bit more. I checked out with Rob and wished the girl the best of luck with her sperm eye and then left.
My Dad immediately called me and wanted to know where I was since I was late to go to dinner with them. I had to lie and say I was stuck in traffic in the city somewhere. I made it to my parents house about an hour later, and we went to dinner. When we left the restaurant, I pretended to be tired so that I could go home and put my rings on as soon as possible! It worked!
I ran through the door and ignored my excited dogs. Ran to my bedroom, which is a painted a wonderful sissy pink by the way, and opened the package. I initially had a hard time placing myself inside the large ring. Then I remember I should probably be using some lube. Which I had forgot to purchase at the store. "NO WORRIES! I have some Astroglide!", I said to myself. I bounded to my toy area only to find it was gone. I ended up having to use some KY Intrigue that we had.
Worst. Lube. Ever. Dries almost immediately and makes you feel like a wet sponge!
Nevertheless, I trucked on. This was too important to be stopped by feeble lube. I spent a few more minutes and was able to get myself situated within the first ring. It felt and looked amazing! I could feel myself immediately under your control as the ring stole my cock from me and imprinted your name on it, making it yours. I then tried the second ring, which was not as much of a success. It ended up being too big and was too loose. Maybe I have an awkwardly shaped cock. I don't know...the third ring was fine. I was surprised how hard it was almost instantly without any dirty thoughts or nipple rubbing. I also had an almost endless supply of pre-cum coming out of me! I spent the next hour walking around the house in a permanent state of arousal. The rings feeling like your firm grip around me, pulling me deeper into your world of submission.
I knelt down, admiring your work between my legs, and began aching for release. I began touching my nipples and stoking your cock while repeating a mantra I had seen on your website, "Your cock, Your girl, Your pleasure" until I came in my hand. Immediately I began licking and swallowing the cum, loving the taste and making sure to get every last drop.
I may never be owned by you due to my wife's claim on me, but last night I was yours.
Brook
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BTW - the mantra mentioned above is an abbreviated version of one used by my own personal boys and girls. Other subs should simply thank me -- for the assignment and for the opportunity to cum for me.
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Mistress,
I have purchased the desired rings and spent last evening in them.
The rings purchased were the recommended size in the assignment, 2", 1.5", 1.25". I purchased them at Studio 21. I have purchased toys here before, but once I walked in the door my face immediately became flushed beet red. I felt like my cheeks were on fire...like it was 150 degrees inside the store!
The store is somewhat large I guess...about the size of a restaurant. I went to the area that housed the bondage gear, but found none! To my surprise, they no longer had an area strictly for leather, restraints, gags, paddles, and all the other things sissies need to purchase for their Mistresses! Previously, they had a huge area for these items. It had been replaced with lingerie. Beautiful sexy lingerie. A sissy's second best friend. I almost fainted when I walked in. I wanted everything! There was a sexual overload and I became disoriented!
I decided to be on-task since I had a family meeting to go to in about an hour. So I made my way back to the register for assistance. I noticed the clientele on the way to the register...they looked like normal people...this made me feel better. There was one guy that looked creepy though, and I stayed away from him. Anyway, the guy at the register was named Rob and showed me to their very small cock ring section. It was just one of those rotating displays that had a few different colored rings on it. I was luckily able to find the right set of black rings tucked away behind a bunch of nipple accessories. As far as any other CBT equipment, there was none! I remember this place being bondage paradise, but I guess for Halloween maybe they had to remove all of that to make way for costumes.
Anyway! The ring details! It is a set of 3 black rings of varying sizes, Nitrile, made by Spartacus. My blushing red face walked back to the register to pay and there was a woman at the register this time. I didn't catch her name, but she was complaining about her eye being irritated. I immediately pictured Rob cumming all over her face a few minutes earlier. Those thoughts made me blush a little bit more. I checked out with Rob and wished the girl the best of luck with her sperm eye and then left.
My Dad immediately called me and wanted to know where I was since I was late to go to dinner with them. I had to lie and say I was stuck in traffic in the city somewhere. I made it to my parents house about an hour later, and we went to dinner. When we left the restaurant, I pretended to be tired so that I could go home and put my rings on as soon as possible! It worked!
I ran through the door and ignored my excited dogs. Ran to my bedroom, which is a painted a wonderful sissy pink by the way, and opened the package. I initially had a hard time placing myself inside the large ring. Then I remember I should probably be using some lube. Which I had forgot to purchase at the store. "NO WORRIES! I have some Astroglide!", I said to myself. I bounded to my toy area only to find it was gone. I ended up having to use some KY Intrigue that we had.
Worst. Lube. Ever. Dries almost immediately and makes you feel like a wet sponge!
Nevertheless, I trucked on. This was too important to be stopped by feeble lube. I spent a few more minutes and was able to get myself situated within the first ring. It felt and looked amazing! I could feel myself immediately under your control as the ring stole my cock from me and imprinted your name on it, making it yours. I then tried the second ring, which was not as much of a success. It ended up being too big and was too loose. Maybe I have an awkwardly shaped cock. I don't know...the third ring was fine. I was surprised how hard it was almost instantly without any dirty thoughts or nipple rubbing. I also had an almost endless supply of pre-cum coming out of me! I spent the next hour walking around the house in a permanent state of arousal. The rings feeling like your firm grip around me, pulling me deeper into your world of submission.
I knelt down, admiring your work between my legs, and began aching for release. I began touching my nipples and stoking your cock while repeating a mantra I had seen on your website, "Your cock, Your girl, Your pleasure" until I came in my hand. Immediately I began licking and swallowing the cum, loving the taste and making sure to get every last drop.
I may never be owned by you due to my wife's claim on me, but last night I was yours.
Brook
* * *
BTW - the mantra mentioned above is an abbreviated version of one used by my own personal boys and girls. Other subs should simply thank me -- for the assignment and for the opportunity to cum for me.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
when did you start playing around with your feet "sexually"? :-)
The first time I remember was with my two "sisters" when we were all kids together. We were sitting facing each other on my bed, wearing only nightshirts & panties. My legs were spread with my feet between their legs and their's between mine. I was just old enough to know that it felt good to rub there. I rubbed the older one with my toes and she liked it, so I asked her to try rubbing back. ;-)
A Day of Bliss and Obedience
by ed cantor
ed's report from a special private #MMDay. The only thing sexier than having him wear his panties and cock ring for me, is having him kneel and masturbate in them in his office. ;-)
* * *
You use me in stages, Mistress, like you are slowly turning up the heat, making me simmer for you.
You put me in the panties, during my work day, so that I could feel them for hours. I love the way they grip me, hold me tight, make me constantly and nervously aware of them. Is my shirt tucked in enough? Did I bend over? Are there panty lines visible through my pants? Do I have to go into the stall and sit down to relieve myself? All of this means your control and your touch.
It was another late, late night of work, so after the normal working hours, once my office started to thin out, you added the cock ring to my service. It was so quiet here by then that I could push down my pants and panties right here at my desk and maneuver myself into it, one ball at a time, and then my stiffening shaft, all in their proper place, to be held by your desire, your will, your control, your love. It is bliss to be held this way for you, Mistress.
It was a quiet night, for you as well, Mistress... after some cherished time shared with me, you left me to work here, while you rested. And so I was ringed, in panties, throbbing and aching... while I hoped to be in your dreams.
Hours later, Mistress, when I was finally finished my tasks you were still blissfully resting, so I could act on the instructions you had so thoughtfully left me with.
Completely alone at work now, I simply pushed my pants down around my ankles and knelt on the floor. I drew myself out of the panties, pushing them down beneath my ready cock. I knelt there, at first whispering and then speaking aloud... repeating my mantra over and over and over, building with the rhythm of my strokes.
It is already so thrilling to obey you, to feel your control... so much more to stroke and cum for you... so to do it all while in panties, in the cockring, teasing my body and mind... not to mention doing it on the floor at my own desk... I cannot praise you enough Mistress.
I came, hard and thick, into my cupped and waiting hand. I lapped and licked myself clean, as you commanded Mistress. In the quiet calm of the city late at night, with the taste of my service thick on my tongue, I drifted home.
Thank you my Mistress.
* * *
Also posted on his Tumblr blog at:
http://mind-effing.tumblr.com/post/1249868150/mmday-in-panties
* * *
You use me in stages, Mistress, like you are slowly turning up the heat, making me simmer for you.
You put me in the panties, during my work day, so that I could feel them for hours. I love the way they grip me, hold me tight, make me constantly and nervously aware of them. Is my shirt tucked in enough? Did I bend over? Are there panty lines visible through my pants? Do I have to go into the stall and sit down to relieve myself? All of this means your control and your touch.
It was another late, late night of work, so after the normal working hours, once my office started to thin out, you added the cock ring to my service. It was so quiet here by then that I could push down my pants and panties right here at my desk and maneuver myself into it, one ball at a time, and then my stiffening shaft, all in their proper place, to be held by your desire, your will, your control, your love. It is bliss to be held this way for you, Mistress.
It was a quiet night, for you as well, Mistress... after some cherished time shared with me, you left me to work here, while you rested. And so I was ringed, in panties, throbbing and aching... while I hoped to be in your dreams.
Hours later, Mistress, when I was finally finished my tasks you were still blissfully resting, so I could act on the instructions you had so thoughtfully left me with.
Completely alone at work now, I simply pushed my pants down around my ankles and knelt on the floor. I drew myself out of the panties, pushing them down beneath my ready cock. I knelt there, at first whispering and then speaking aloud... repeating my mantra over and over and over, building with the rhythm of my strokes.
It is already so thrilling to obey you, to feel your control... so much more to stroke and cum for you... so to do it all while in panties, in the cockring, teasing my body and mind... not to mention doing it on the floor at my own desk... I cannot praise you enough Mistress.
I came, hard and thick, into my cupped and waiting hand. I lapped and licked myself clean, as you commanded Mistress. In the quiet calm of the city late at night, with the taste of my service thick on my tongue, I drifted home.
Thank you my Mistress.
* * *
Also posted on his Tumblr blog at:
http://mind-effing.tumblr.com/post/1249868150/mmday-in-panties
Monday, October 4, 2010
In taking a new sub, would you prefer to have a newbie with no experience whatsoever, or one that's been in the lifestyle for a fair amount of years with experience? Why?
Definitely an experienced one. While the idea of training a boy "your way" has a certain attraction, in reality, it's actually better to have a boy who knows that different Dommes desire things different ways and who has the basic underlying desire to serve rather perhaps just being there to explore his own fantasies and desires.
Hopefully, in that time, he has also learned some good skills, both in and out of the bedroom, and has experience in pleasing a woman.. from cooking and cleaning, to giving a good massage and finding her g-spot.
Have you ever given a hand job using a pair of panties or pantyhose?
When it comes to hand jobs, these days I usually just tease, caress, and excite... tracing their hardness through the panties... and then have the boy do the real work.
Though I've certainly used other, more intimate parts of my body to rubs against them as well... ;-)
Do you have any insights into why we sissies love being so girly?
Because you crave all the wonderful things that woman have, but that men are denied in our culture... from the pretty clothes with the wonderful textures, to being able to kiss and cry and express yourself if public.
Sometimes it's also a way to sublimate your male desires, and get the love and affection that you naturally need, when the woman in your life isn't willing or able to give it to you.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Cock Ring Training Report
by Anon
This is from one of my Written Punishments subs in the UK. He wants to stay anonymous in order to protect his privacy and that of the girlfriend mentioned in the report.
I like the fact that he already had the cock rings, but, like many of us, he didn't know how to put them without instructions. I appreciate the feedback on my instructions, and I can just imagine the game of attempted ring toss. :-)
* * *
It was about a year ago that a girlfriend and I ordered a rabbit vibrator from an internet store, and as a bit of fun, we added a set of three cock rings to the order. Both of these items were new for us, and there was that thrill of doing something slightly taboo, naughty. We had no idea what the cock rings were for, or what they would do, but my girl seemed rather keen so they were added to the order.
When the order arrived, it was the rabbit that got all the attention, and for the first week or so, the poor cock rings were left in their cardboard box. After about a fortnight, we thought one night about investigating what they were all about. It soon became apparent that we really didn’t know what they were for, and how to use them. We took the largest one, 2 inches in diameter, and placed it over my cock. We both looked at it, looked at each other, and then laughed, as it reminded my girl of the hoop-la stall at the fairground. In fact, she had a few goes at it, but I’m pleased to say the clearance wasn’t actually enough to allow her to win any prizes. We then chose the smallest one and that was a tight fit, but didn’t seem to do anything much. Girlfriend wasn’t too keen to make love with it in place, in case it came adrift and got lost inside her, so after a while, the cock rings were put away and not really thought about again.
Let’s now fast-forward in time, to a few weeks ago, when I met Mistress Magick in a Yahoo Group. We started chatting off group and she suggested I look at her cock-ring assignment. Girlfriend had gone her own sweet way by then, although we are still very good friends, having shared some wonderful moments together. Well, the assignment was a revelation, Girlfriend and I had gone about it all wrong! The assignment instructions told me that many newbies think that a cock ring is usually worn around the base of the cock, and don’t know that it often includes the top of the scrotum as well. A link to a picture was supplied, and all was revealed in graphic details.
Luckily, my cock ring set was identical to the ones shown in Mistress Magick’s picture, and fitted her description given. Now I learnt the large ring is supposed to encircle cock and balls… well, who would have thought it? Hmm, silly question, because obviously someone did!
So, this was now the time to actually try it on properly, or give up on the whole idea. As instructed, I took the largest ring, and was a little nervous but reasonably confident that things would be ok, and if all else failed, there were always the scissors to remove it if necessary. Never having tried anything like this before, I was rather skeptical. However, I followed Mistress Magick’s instructions, and they worked perfectly.
After a long hot soak in the bath, things were hanging nicely so I took some E45 cream to use as lubricant, (if nothing else was going to happen tonight, my balls would be nicely conditioned), and starting with the largest ring, and pulled through some of the ball sac skin. That was fine, so I proceeded to step 2, pulled one ball through and then more skin. This was working well until I reached the bit about pulling the second ball through. It knew what was happening and went on a disappearing act. I had to chase it round inside, telling it there was no escape, and finally it popped through! I quickly pulled the rest of the skin through and adjusted the ring.
This was a strange point, and I was rather wary of proceeding further. However, the instructions had been clear and reliable up till now, and Mistress Magick had been very reassuring, so on I went. Grabbing hold of cock firmly, I tucked him down through the ring and pulled him up and out in one smooth move. The effect was quite amazing. It felt comfortable, and secure. My balls were held out firmly in front, and it really did feel as if someone had placed their thumb and forefinger around the base of my balls and was holding them firmly but gently. I became hard, without any other stimulation, it was the taboo, the naughtiness, the thought of the idea. I followed the instructions in the assignment and moved around the house. I walked up and down the stairs, looked at myself in full-length mirrors. The ring was there, and felt wonderful. I could feel everything being held firmly but comfortably. I felt submissive and proud at the same time.
The first time, I wore the ring for about 20 minutes, and then very carefully, took it off. This was easier than I had thought it would be, once I had extracted my cock first. This was a bit of a struggle, but plenty of E45 cream helped things on their way. The strange thing then was, I could still feel the ring on me, and it was a weird sensation that lasted about 30 minutes!
A few nights later I decided to repeat the experience, and being more confident this time, the ring went on with very little trouble. I followed instructions and wore it for an hour, and then knelt down and masturbated, thinking of Mistress Magick. I did not know what to expect, but the orgasm was really strong and the ejaculation spurted more vigorously than usual.
I have worn it several times since, and each time it is the same thrill, the same feeling of being held, firmly. I have since bought a leather cock ring with metal buttons around it, which feels great when it’s on. I also told my ex-girlfriend about my discoveries, and she was quite fascinated by it all.
So Mistress Magick, I am very grateful to You for suggesting that I completed Your assignment, for I doubt if I would have bothered with, or even remembered, the cock rings otherwise. I realize the information is available on the Internet, having read a couple of articles about them, but would probably have forgotten all about them if it hadn’t been for Your prompting.
And yes, I am wearing the cock ring while typing my assignment...
* * *
It's not unusual to miss the feeling of constriction after removing any form of bondage/type of restraints, even when relatively loose.
I do especially love the way that boys who were initially very nervous about trying the rings are quickly finding themselves wanting to wear them again and again.
I like the fact that he already had the cock rings, but, like many of us, he didn't know how to put them without instructions. I appreciate the feedback on my instructions, and I can just imagine the game of attempted ring toss. :-)
* * *
It was about a year ago that a girlfriend and I ordered a rabbit vibrator from an internet store, and as a bit of fun, we added a set of three cock rings to the order. Both of these items were new for us, and there was that thrill of doing something slightly taboo, naughty. We had no idea what the cock rings were for, or what they would do, but my girl seemed rather keen so they were added to the order.
When the order arrived, it was the rabbit that got all the attention, and for the first week or so, the poor cock rings were left in their cardboard box. After about a fortnight, we thought one night about investigating what they were all about. It soon became apparent that we really didn’t know what they were for, and how to use them. We took the largest one, 2 inches in diameter, and placed it over my cock. We both looked at it, looked at each other, and then laughed, as it reminded my girl of the hoop-la stall at the fairground. In fact, she had a few goes at it, but I’m pleased to say the clearance wasn’t actually enough to allow her to win any prizes. We then chose the smallest one and that was a tight fit, but didn’t seem to do anything much. Girlfriend wasn’t too keen to make love with it in place, in case it came adrift and got lost inside her, so after a while, the cock rings were put away and not really thought about again.
Let’s now fast-forward in time, to a few weeks ago, when I met Mistress Magick in a Yahoo Group. We started chatting off group and she suggested I look at her cock-ring assignment. Girlfriend had gone her own sweet way by then, although we are still very good friends, having shared some wonderful moments together. Well, the assignment was a revelation, Girlfriend and I had gone about it all wrong! The assignment instructions told me that many newbies think that a cock ring is usually worn around the base of the cock, and don’t know that it often includes the top of the scrotum as well. A link to a picture was supplied, and all was revealed in graphic details.
Luckily, my cock ring set was identical to the ones shown in Mistress Magick’s picture, and fitted her description given. Now I learnt the large ring is supposed to encircle cock and balls… well, who would have thought it? Hmm, silly question, because obviously someone did!
So, this was now the time to actually try it on properly, or give up on the whole idea. As instructed, I took the largest ring, and was a little nervous but reasonably confident that things would be ok, and if all else failed, there were always the scissors to remove it if necessary. Never having tried anything like this before, I was rather skeptical. However, I followed Mistress Magick’s instructions, and they worked perfectly.
After a long hot soak in the bath, things were hanging nicely so I took some E45 cream to use as lubricant, (if nothing else was going to happen tonight, my balls would be nicely conditioned), and starting with the largest ring, and pulled through some of the ball sac skin. That was fine, so I proceeded to step 2, pulled one ball through and then more skin. This was working well until I reached the bit about pulling the second ball through. It knew what was happening and went on a disappearing act. I had to chase it round inside, telling it there was no escape, and finally it popped through! I quickly pulled the rest of the skin through and adjusted the ring.
This was a strange point, and I was rather wary of proceeding further. However, the instructions had been clear and reliable up till now, and Mistress Magick had been very reassuring, so on I went. Grabbing hold of cock firmly, I tucked him down through the ring and pulled him up and out in one smooth move. The effect was quite amazing. It felt comfortable, and secure. My balls were held out firmly in front, and it really did feel as if someone had placed their thumb and forefinger around the base of my balls and was holding them firmly but gently. I became hard, without any other stimulation, it was the taboo, the naughtiness, the thought of the idea. I followed the instructions in the assignment and moved around the house. I walked up and down the stairs, looked at myself in full-length mirrors. The ring was there, and felt wonderful. I could feel everything being held firmly but comfortably. I felt submissive and proud at the same time.
The first time, I wore the ring for about 20 minutes, and then very carefully, took it off. This was easier than I had thought it would be, once I had extracted my cock first. This was a bit of a struggle, but plenty of E45 cream helped things on their way. The strange thing then was, I could still feel the ring on me, and it was a weird sensation that lasted about 30 minutes!
A few nights later I decided to repeat the experience, and being more confident this time, the ring went on with very little trouble. I followed instructions and wore it for an hour, and then knelt down and masturbated, thinking of Mistress Magick. I did not know what to expect, but the orgasm was really strong and the ejaculation spurted more vigorously than usual.
I have worn it several times since, and each time it is the same thrill, the same feeling of being held, firmly. I have since bought a leather cock ring with metal buttons around it, which feels great when it’s on. I also told my ex-girlfriend about my discoveries, and she was quite fascinated by it all.
So Mistress Magick, I am very grateful to You for suggesting that I completed Your assignment, for I doubt if I would have bothered with, or even remembered, the cock rings otherwise. I realize the information is available on the Internet, having read a couple of articles about them, but would probably have forgotten all about them if it hadn’t been for Your prompting.
And yes, I am wearing the cock ring while typing my assignment...
* * *
It's not unusual to miss the feeling of constriction after removing any form of bondage/type of restraints, even when relatively loose.
I do especially love the way that boys who were initially very nervous about trying the rings are quickly finding themselves wanting to wear them again and again.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Sissy Chastity Release Report #3
from my jezi-girl
jezi had her release, after 9 days of chastity, this afternoon (Saturday). Tonight, in the chastity dice room, I asked her to tell the other girls about her release while I took care of a couple offline things. The below is edited from the chat.
* * *
Mistress allowed me release today and i was allowed to wear her ring and a dress! i had never released wearing a cock ring as Mistress began training me during my chaste state this week. i had been tempted to wear a dress earlier in the week so Mistress allowed me to do so today as well.
i selected my panties as described earlier, black satin, with black lace ruffles with fuchsia hearts on the bum, and a shocking pink satin dress - sleeveless and kinda tulip-style skirt, knee-length, fitted with a kind of sash from waist to knee.
2" ring around Mistress' package, and then i began. i knelt and began stroking Her cock and rubbing my nipples through the dress, mmmm, dreaming of being before Her. It took no time to be hard and ready, and i repeated my mantra, Your cock, Your girl, Your pleasure as Her cock came intensely.
i caught as much as possible and did as all good sissies do and lapped and licked it from my hands, thanking Mistress for the gift.
i just realised - i never 'shared' a report before and Mistress hasn't heard this yet either. *blush*
* * *
Obviously, part of the challenge was getting her to do just that! I came back, and was very happy to see her talking about it with the girls. :-)
She is now back in chastity until her Edging Practice Day on Tuesday.
* * *
Mistress allowed me release today and i was allowed to wear her ring and a dress! i had never released wearing a cock ring as Mistress began training me during my chaste state this week. i had been tempted to wear a dress earlier in the week so Mistress allowed me to do so today as well.
i selected my panties as described earlier, black satin, with black lace ruffles with fuchsia hearts on the bum, and a shocking pink satin dress - sleeveless and kinda tulip-style skirt, knee-length, fitted with a kind of sash from waist to knee.
2" ring around Mistress' package, and then i began. i knelt and began stroking Her cock and rubbing my nipples through the dress, mmmm, dreaming of being before Her. It took no time to be hard and ready, and i repeated my mantra, Your cock, Your girl, Your pleasure as Her cock came intensely.
i caught as much as possible and did as all good sissies do and lapped and licked it from my hands, thanking Mistress for the gift.
i just realised - i never 'shared' a report before and Mistress hasn't heard this yet either. *blush*
* * *
Obviously, part of the challenge was getting her to do just that! I came back, and was very happy to see her talking about it with the girls. :-)
She is now back in chastity until her Edging Practice Day on Tuesday.
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