It's good to have ed back as his schedule permits. I have to admit that we both got a bit busy: him with work and his private life, and me with all my new boys and trainees.
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The day was amazing, Mistress. I felt the need so strongly, that I knew I had to beg for the rings as soon as the thought of them entered my mind... and then, wriggling that first ring over and onto my balls and getting my cock into it, I knew that I had to wear three for you.
i was hard very quick, very intensely... which of course only made me feel them more.. especially the one around my cock, above the other two. it gripped my rigid cock so tightly, like i knew your hands would.
all day i felt them... i felt you... i felt your teasing touch... your grip... your wicked smile as you might inspect and adjust them...
i was so hard... thinking about the possibilities of the story for you... of the reality of that kind of service for you...
i wore them all day, Mistress... taking them off before bed... though since i had not been in contact with you towards the end of the day, i did not know your wishes... so i did not cum, Mistress.....
i love you Mistress...
yours,
edward
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For being such a good boy, and and to welcome ed back, I decided to give him a second Cock Ring #MMDay, with an orgasm allowed before bed. ;-)
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Final Report (For Now)
by SeekingP
When we started, I knew that SeekingP only intended to train with me while his Lady was out of town for a few months. While She has been gone, we have worked on his porn addiction and the fact that he needs to focus on Her service and pleasure rather than on letting his own selfish habits take his time and attention away from her. We have also worked on his disrespectful actions toward other women, such as his tendency to stare at their assets as they walk by on the street.
I am really glad to see that my combination of written punishments and cock control have made a difference for him. While I am sad to see him go, I understand that now he needs to focus on his own Goddess. And I do have to say that she is a very lucky lady to have such an intelligent and sensual boy who knows that it is his place to please Her. The fact that he noticed that his focus was straying from Her and took steps to change that speaks well of him. I would hope that I could help other committed couples in much the same way.
I don't think a few sessions will solve every problem, and do believe that long-term reinforcement may often be required. Since SeekingP was straightforward with me, I am happy to help, if at any point, he finds himself slipping or in need of additional training, and would welcome working with him again.
* * *
Dear Mistress Magick,
I am happy that you have accepted my lines and have granted me an orgasm.
It took me a bit of time to start on this set of lines. I had used up almost all the pages of my legal sized notepad, so I had to go to the stationary shop and get myself a new pad of paper. I also had come down with a bit of a head cold, which was making me rather slow and tired. But after I assembled the necessary stationary, I started on my lines. This set of lines seemed to go quite slowly. It seemed to take a long time to even approach the half-way mark. But the lines were doing their job of reminding me of what's important and what I shouldn't do.
Going to work in the morning after having spent part of the previous night writing my line was a good experience. I could hear and feel my line in my head, reminding me that I was *not* allowed to stare at and ogle women. My focus should be on my Goddess, not on disrespecting random women in the street.
During this time, I'd been working on completing a To-Do list of things that I want to do in preparation for my Goddess's homecoming. It is now just a short time until she will be home, and I want to do what I can to welcome her, make her feel special and comfortable. And I'm also looking forward to the sex that we will have, and I've been fantasizing about all the different ways I want to pleasure and pamper her when she gets home.
I was happy when I finally finished my lines. I waited for your response and was happy to be granted an orgasm, as at that point it had been more than a week since I'd had one. It is amazing to know that I can go for a week or more without cumming and that such a schedule can begin to feel normal to my body, compared to sometimes having multiple orgasms per day when I was in charge of my cock.
I received your email on Thursday morning, so I'd have to wait until Thursday night to give myself an orgasm. I followed your instructions, thinking about my Goddess and all the ways I wanted to pleasure and pamper her. This was easy, as her impending return already had me thinking about the things I wanted to do to welcome her back, and all the different ways I want to kiss and lick her. I edged 4 or 5 times over the course of 20 minutes, and then finally pleasured myself until I went over the edge. The orgasm felt good, then I quickly licked my seed from my hand before it went cold or my arousal subsided. I don't enjoy the taste of my cum, but there it was...I thus cleaned up my mess and then went to sleep.
I am proud of myself, as it's been nearly a month since I've engaged in my porn habit. Instead, I've been able to focus on doing more productive things and on how I want to treat my Goddess and and our sexualities. But I also know that a month is not a lot of time, and that it is still quite easy to fall back into old habits, spending hours viewing porn on the internet. But so far I've been good, and I intend to really try to keep it up (no pun intended). My Goddess will now be home in a week, so I want to fill this week full of chores that I can do to make the house clean an welcoming for her return, as well as fantasies about all the different ways I want to hug, kiss and pleasure her when she gets back. Upon her return, I think it will be easy for me to focus on her and be a good submissive servant. In the longer term, it may be harder, but it's a challenge that I'm up for.
At the moment I can't think of other behaviours that I would like to address in this way. I feel that my behaviour has improved over the course of the last month, and now I'm trying to focus on my Goddess's return and on how I want to focus my sexuality on her.
In submission,
SeekingP
I am really glad to see that my combination of written punishments and cock control have made a difference for him. While I am sad to see him go, I understand that now he needs to focus on his own Goddess. And I do have to say that she is a very lucky lady to have such an intelligent and sensual boy who knows that it is his place to please Her. The fact that he noticed that his focus was straying from Her and took steps to change that speaks well of him. I would hope that I could help other committed couples in much the same way.
I don't think a few sessions will solve every problem, and do believe that long-term reinforcement may often be required. Since SeekingP was straightforward with me, I am happy to help, if at any point, he finds himself slipping or in need of additional training, and would welcome working with him again.
* * *
Dear Mistress Magick,
I am happy that you have accepted my lines and have granted me an orgasm.
It took me a bit of time to start on this set of lines. I had used up almost all the pages of my legal sized notepad, so I had to go to the stationary shop and get myself a new pad of paper. I also had come down with a bit of a head cold, which was making me rather slow and tired. But after I assembled the necessary stationary, I started on my lines. This set of lines seemed to go quite slowly. It seemed to take a long time to even approach the half-way mark. But the lines were doing their job of reminding me of what's important and what I shouldn't do.
Going to work in the morning after having spent part of the previous night writing my line was a good experience. I could hear and feel my line in my head, reminding me that I was *not* allowed to stare at and ogle women. My focus should be on my Goddess, not on disrespecting random women in the street.
During this time, I'd been working on completing a To-Do list of things that I want to do in preparation for my Goddess's homecoming. It is now just a short time until she will be home, and I want to do what I can to welcome her, make her feel special and comfortable. And I'm also looking forward to the sex that we will have, and I've been fantasizing about all the different ways I want to pleasure and pamper her when she gets home.
I was happy when I finally finished my lines. I waited for your response and was happy to be granted an orgasm, as at that point it had been more than a week since I'd had one. It is amazing to know that I can go for a week or more without cumming and that such a schedule can begin to feel normal to my body, compared to sometimes having multiple orgasms per day when I was in charge of my cock.
I received your email on Thursday morning, so I'd have to wait until Thursday night to give myself an orgasm. I followed your instructions, thinking about my Goddess and all the ways I wanted to pleasure and pamper her. This was easy, as her impending return already had me thinking about the things I wanted to do to welcome her back, and all the different ways I want to kiss and lick her. I edged 4 or 5 times over the course of 20 minutes, and then finally pleasured myself until I went over the edge. The orgasm felt good, then I quickly licked my seed from my hand before it went cold or my arousal subsided. I don't enjoy the taste of my cum, but there it was...I thus cleaned up my mess and then went to sleep.
I am proud of myself, as it's been nearly a month since I've engaged in my porn habit. Instead, I've been able to focus on doing more productive things and on how I want to treat my Goddess and and our sexualities. But I also know that a month is not a lot of time, and that it is still quite easy to fall back into old habits, spending hours viewing porn on the internet. But so far I've been good, and I intend to really try to keep it up (no pun intended). My Goddess will now be home in a week, so I want to fill this week full of chores that I can do to make the house clean an welcoming for her return, as well as fantasies about all the different ways I want to hug, kiss and pleasure her when she gets back. Upon her return, I think it will be easy for me to focus on her and be a good submissive servant. In the longer term, it may be harder, but it's a challenge that I'm up for.
At the moment I can't think of other behaviours that I would like to address in this way. I feel that my behaviour has improved over the course of the last month, and now I'm trying to focus on my Goddess's return and on how I want to focus my sexuality on her.
In submission,
SeekingP
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Cock & Cum Stuffing Assignment Report
by johnj
My wonderful new UK boy. johnj, was the first to "test drive" my original November assignment. I was curious to see how well the stuffing would work in general, and also specifically in regard to the brand that jezi had suggested for use in the UK. I sounds like it was "ace" :-), and it's easy to see from johnj's report why I enjoy him so much! ;-)
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Dear Mistress
I’m honoured to be the first to submit Your Thanksgiving “Paxo” assignment. The whole idea was very erotic, even starting with purchasing the stuffing mix. It comes in two sizes, the larger box being marked the words “serves 16-20 people”. Well, it’s a full-time job serving You Mistress, let alone 16-20 other people, but undaunted I purchased the larger packet, just in case it turned into a party.
The anticipation preparing the stuffing was intense. Having planned the time carefully, I thought it should be done properly, so undressed completely before entering the kitchen. Out came the mixing bowl and wooden spoon ready, the kettle was put on the stove and the Paxo opened.
Can anyone tell me what it is about a wooden spoon and a boy’s bare bottom? It’s like a magnetic attraction, and I couldn’t resist a few swift warming thwacks, imagining You had instructed me to use the wooden spoon, while waiting for the kettle to boil. And then a few more. And a few more after that.
Then, unfortunately, the kettle was boiling and all was ready to begin. I will add in a word of caution here for any other boy completing this assignment. If you have “got into the mood” so to speak, be very, very careful when handling boiling water. I shudder to think of the consequences should there be any spillage!
Mixing the stuffing took a few minutes, and following the instructions on the packet, I added “a large knob of butter”. Made me grin to think the whole purpose of the exercise was to add another knob later…
It was then a shock, well, more a surprise really, happened as the stuffing took thirty minutes to cool down enough to handle! The whole concept of the relativity of time became crystal clear to me, as half an hour seemed like half a week. Oh, all right, I have exaggerated a little, but easily half a day! At last it reached a very pleasant gentle warmth, and the fun was about to begin in earnest.
Placing the large bowl on the floor, I knelt astride it, gently placing my hands into the mixture from each side. I felt so naughty, and bringing up most of the contents of the bowl, encased Your cock in the warm mixture. It felt wonderful; the warm, moist texture of the stuffing was incredible. The mixture stuck to my fingers a lot more than it did Your cock, which puzzled me as both were clean, but I only thought about it for about half a second or so. The eroticism, the pleasure, the decadence, the naughtiness, all combined with thinking of You, Mistress, imagining You sitting there watching me, resulted in the experience being over far too soon. The taste of my seed was overshadowed by the strong taste of stuffing... And then began the washing up, of the bowl, wooden spoon and me.
One word of caution: - Paxo has tiny bits of onion in it, be careful not to get one down the "eye" of the cock or it might result in an embarrassing trip to A&E [emergency room]. Should this happen, the following assignment might then be: -
“Describe your visit to A&E and how you explained small pieces of onion down the end of your cock.
Describe whether the nurses were: -
a) young
b) pretty,
c) giggling
d) annoyed at you wasting their time
e) understanding
f) interested in how your assignment was coming along
g) friends with Mistress Magick
h) all the above”
Your boy
johnj
* * *
Dear Mistress
I’m honoured to be the first to submit Your Thanksgiving “Paxo” assignment. The whole idea was very erotic, even starting with purchasing the stuffing mix. It comes in two sizes, the larger box being marked the words “serves 16-20 people”. Well, it’s a full-time job serving You Mistress, let alone 16-20 other people, but undaunted I purchased the larger packet, just in case it turned into a party.
The anticipation preparing the stuffing was intense. Having planned the time carefully, I thought it should be done properly, so undressed completely before entering the kitchen. Out came the mixing bowl and wooden spoon ready, the kettle was put on the stove and the Paxo opened.
Can anyone tell me what it is about a wooden spoon and a boy’s bare bottom? It’s like a magnetic attraction, and I couldn’t resist a few swift warming thwacks, imagining You had instructed me to use the wooden spoon, while waiting for the kettle to boil. And then a few more. And a few more after that.
Then, unfortunately, the kettle was boiling and all was ready to begin. I will add in a word of caution here for any other boy completing this assignment. If you have “got into the mood” so to speak, be very, very careful when handling boiling water. I shudder to think of the consequences should there be any spillage!
Mixing the stuffing took a few minutes, and following the instructions on the packet, I added “a large knob of butter”. Made me grin to think the whole purpose of the exercise was to add another knob later…
It was then a shock, well, more a surprise really, happened as the stuffing took thirty minutes to cool down enough to handle! The whole concept of the relativity of time became crystal clear to me, as half an hour seemed like half a week. Oh, all right, I have exaggerated a little, but easily half a day! At last it reached a very pleasant gentle warmth, and the fun was about to begin in earnest.
Placing the large bowl on the floor, I knelt astride it, gently placing my hands into the mixture from each side. I felt so naughty, and bringing up most of the contents of the bowl, encased Your cock in the warm mixture. It felt wonderful; the warm, moist texture of the stuffing was incredible. The mixture stuck to my fingers a lot more than it did Your cock, which puzzled me as both were clean, but I only thought about it for about half a second or so. The eroticism, the pleasure, the decadence, the naughtiness, all combined with thinking of You, Mistress, imagining You sitting there watching me, resulted in the experience being over far too soon. The taste of my seed was overshadowed by the strong taste of stuffing... And then began the washing up, of the bowl, wooden spoon and me.
One word of caution: - Paxo has tiny bits of onion in it, be careful not to get one down the "eye" of the cock or it might result in an embarrassing trip to A&E [emergency room]. Should this happen, the following assignment might then be: -
“Describe your visit to A&E and how you explained small pieces of onion down the end of your cock.
Describe whether the nurses were: -
a) young
b) pretty,
c) giggling
d) annoyed at you wasting their time
e) understanding
f) interested in how your assignment was coming along
g) friends with Mistress Magick
h) all the above”
Your boy
johnj
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Naughty Cranberry Sauce November / Thanksgiving Assignment Report
by naughty nate
I already have the first report from the alternative verion of my Thanksgiving assignment. I had to share a bit of our conversation about it as well. ;-)
If you're interested, it's not too late to join in. For more info:
http://www.male-service.com/2010/11/dont-be-turkey-november-assignment.html
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Boy: I have completed the assignment Mistress. I bought a can of cranberry sauce and opened it. I put two layers of aluminium foil around the edges just in case. Then I humped the cranberry sauce. It felt cold but I got use to it. It felt great on my tiny dick. I came into the cranberry sauce. I stirred it up and ate it with my dinner. I never really liked cranberry sauce, but it actually tasted a little better with my cum in it. Now know what to add to it every thanksgiving.
MM: Someone asked to do the cranberry sauce version, but commented that he thought it would stain... did it? You do already have pink/red naughty bits!
Boy: It did but if you wash it it will go away after a couple hours.
MM: Ah! Thanks for the info. LOL! Never thought I would mark a sub with cranberry sauce!
Boy: I liked the reddish tint it gave my balls, Mistress Magick. I am happy it pleased you, Mistress.
If you're interested, it's not too late to join in. For more info:
http://www.male-service.com/2010/11/dont-be-turkey-november-assignment.html
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Boy: I have completed the assignment Mistress. I bought a can of cranberry sauce and opened it. I put two layers of aluminium foil around the edges just in case. Then I humped the cranberry sauce. It felt cold but I got use to it. It felt great on my tiny dick. I came into the cranberry sauce. I stirred it up and ate it with my dinner. I never really liked cranberry sauce, but it actually tasted a little better with my cum in it. Now know what to add to it every thanksgiving.
MM: Someone asked to do the cranberry sauce version, but commented that he thought it would stain... did it? You do already have pink/red naughty bits!
Boy: It did but if you wash it it will go away after a couple hours.
MM: Ah! Thanks for the info. LOL! Never thought I would mark a sub with cranberry sauce!
Boy: I liked the reddish tint it gave my balls, Mistress Magick. I am happy it pleased you, Mistress.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Exquisite Written Punishment & Release Report
by SeekingP
It's very obvious that SeekingP is a wonderfully sensuous submissive who simply adores his Goddess... the kind of boy that we all would love to have. Unfortunately, he has let a porn addiction divert his time and attention way from her. I enjoying training him to refocus his energy back where it belongs. In this case, his line was:
My sexuality is to be used for the pleasure of my Goddess, not for taking my time away from her.
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Dear Mistress Magick,
Thank you for granting me a release in response to the completion of my assignment.
Your choice of line and repetitions served as good learning point for me. As a lover and submissive male, I need to work on focusing on serving my Goddess and providing her with pleasure. My past actions have been selfish and I have neglected to use my sexuality in a productive way.
When I saw that you had assigned only 150 lines, I initially thought that this might be a shorter assignment than the last one you gave me. However, I soon realised that this line was longer, and that I would still spend various hours writing it, a boring task that I nonetheless deserve for my bad behaviour.
Receiving your instructions gave me a sexual buzz, though once I actually started on the lines, the tedium set in. With each line I was reminded why I was writing the lines, and of my determination to be better in the future. It felt like it took ages to get to the half-way mark with these lines. It seemed to go quicker after they were half done, but I still had to spend time at the task several days in a row.
The lines made me think about how much I want to pleasure my Goddess, and how much I'm looking forward to her coming home. They also reminded me of what I'm not to do, that I'm not to waste my time viewing porn. My struggle with porn has been long and difficult, but with the help of your discipline I've been good and resisted the temptation for the last 10 days. Wearing my thongs helped me to feel like a submissive little slut, to remind me that I should try and be as sexy and pleasing as possible to my partner, and that other women do not exist for the purpose of titillating me. My lust should be channelled towards pleasing the woman in my life, not objectifying strangers.
I was happy and satisfied when I completed my lines. I then paid my fine to you. My feelings about the fines are interesting. I understand why you want a tribute in return for providing your time to wayward males such as myself. But in all my years of internet use, I have never spent money on porn. I've been willing to waste my time viewing pictures, but never my money. So, it's rather ironic for me that I am spending my time and money on your discipline. This is not meant as a complaint, just a reflection on my feelings. I appreciate your help and discipline and realise that the tributes allow you to put time towards us subs.
Over the last 10 days I have found myself increasingly focused on how I want to treat my Goddess and be intimate with her upon her return. I have made a to do list of things I would like to do to serve her and welcome her on her return in 3 weeks. Things like stocking up on favourite foods, massage oils, and candles. I'd like to spend the next few weeks focusing on how I can treat and pleasure and serve my Goddess when she's back at home. Your discipline has greatly helped in pushing me into that loving, submissive mindset.
I was excited and pleased when I read your release instructions. Partly, I was just glad to be granted a release, as it had been almost a week since the last one I was allowed. I got your email yesterday morning, but I was in a rush to head to work and so carrying our your instructions would have to wait until the evening. All day I thought about how good the orgasm would feel, and about how I want to put my arms around by beautiful lover. When I got home from work, I went about my usual chores and tasks in the evening, anticipating bedtime when I would edge and bring myself to orgasm.
When bedtime finally arrived, I lit candles in the bedroom, imagining that my Goddess was there with me to enjoy the romantic flickering. I edged for about 20 minutes, bringing myself to the edge 4 or 5 times. I imagined spending time curled up snuggling with my Goddess. I imagined making love to her. I even fantasised about your suggested 'rule' that I always go to bed and cuddle with her, no strings attached...Her coming to expect that form of intimate service, of my holding her close, for her to drift off to sleep or receive a massage, or make love, depending on what she feels like. That type of service hits my sub button and made me feel quite hot and horny.
After 20 minutes of edging, I turned on my side, held one hand to the head of my cock, and slowly pushed myself over the edge. Large amounts of cum came gushing forth, with a little bit spilling on the sheets. But I caught most of it in my hand, and immediately licked it up. As with the actual writing of the lines, I don't really enjoy the taste of my seed. But it is discipline and I appreciate the effect this has on me. I licked my cum off my hand and fingers and soaked in the feeling of submission, of doing this because I was instructed to. I thought about how it feels to give a woman control over my cock, and thought abut how I want to give that control to my Goddess upon her return.
I drank a bit of water, and with a slightly unpleasant salty taste still in my mouth, I rolled over, exhausted, and fell asleep.
Thank you, Mistress Magick, for your control and discipline. I look forward to your next assignment. I also look forward to the return of my Goddess, with a renewed feeling of how I want to pleasure and serve her.
Yours in submission,
SeekingP
My sexuality is to be used for the pleasure of my Goddess, not for taking my time away from her.
* * *
Dear Mistress Magick,
Thank you for granting me a release in response to the completion of my assignment.
Your choice of line and repetitions served as good learning point for me. As a lover and submissive male, I need to work on focusing on serving my Goddess and providing her with pleasure. My past actions have been selfish and I have neglected to use my sexuality in a productive way.
When I saw that you had assigned only 150 lines, I initially thought that this might be a shorter assignment than the last one you gave me. However, I soon realised that this line was longer, and that I would still spend various hours writing it, a boring task that I nonetheless deserve for my bad behaviour.
Receiving your instructions gave me a sexual buzz, though once I actually started on the lines, the tedium set in. With each line I was reminded why I was writing the lines, and of my determination to be better in the future. It felt like it took ages to get to the half-way mark with these lines. It seemed to go quicker after they were half done, but I still had to spend time at the task several days in a row.
The lines made me think about how much I want to pleasure my Goddess, and how much I'm looking forward to her coming home. They also reminded me of what I'm not to do, that I'm not to waste my time viewing porn. My struggle with porn has been long and difficult, but with the help of your discipline I've been good and resisted the temptation for the last 10 days. Wearing my thongs helped me to feel like a submissive little slut, to remind me that I should try and be as sexy and pleasing as possible to my partner, and that other women do not exist for the purpose of titillating me. My lust should be channelled towards pleasing the woman in my life, not objectifying strangers.
I was happy and satisfied when I completed my lines. I then paid my fine to you. My feelings about the fines are interesting. I understand why you want a tribute in return for providing your time to wayward males such as myself. But in all my years of internet use, I have never spent money on porn. I've been willing to waste my time viewing pictures, but never my money. So, it's rather ironic for me that I am spending my time and money on your discipline. This is not meant as a complaint, just a reflection on my feelings. I appreciate your help and discipline and realise that the tributes allow you to put time towards us subs.
Over the last 10 days I have found myself increasingly focused on how I want to treat my Goddess and be intimate with her upon her return. I have made a to do list of things I would like to do to serve her and welcome her on her return in 3 weeks. Things like stocking up on favourite foods, massage oils, and candles. I'd like to spend the next few weeks focusing on how I can treat and pleasure and serve my Goddess when she's back at home. Your discipline has greatly helped in pushing me into that loving, submissive mindset.
I was excited and pleased when I read your release instructions. Partly, I was just glad to be granted a release, as it had been almost a week since the last one I was allowed. I got your email yesterday morning, but I was in a rush to head to work and so carrying our your instructions would have to wait until the evening. All day I thought about how good the orgasm would feel, and about how I want to put my arms around by beautiful lover. When I got home from work, I went about my usual chores and tasks in the evening, anticipating bedtime when I would edge and bring myself to orgasm.
When bedtime finally arrived, I lit candles in the bedroom, imagining that my Goddess was there with me to enjoy the romantic flickering. I edged for about 20 minutes, bringing myself to the edge 4 or 5 times. I imagined spending time curled up snuggling with my Goddess. I imagined making love to her. I even fantasised about your suggested 'rule' that I always go to bed and cuddle with her, no strings attached...Her coming to expect that form of intimate service, of my holding her close, for her to drift off to sleep or receive a massage, or make love, depending on what she feels like. That type of service hits my sub button and made me feel quite hot and horny.
After 20 minutes of edging, I turned on my side, held one hand to the head of my cock, and slowly pushed myself over the edge. Large amounts of cum came gushing forth, with a little bit spilling on the sheets. But I caught most of it in my hand, and immediately licked it up. As with the actual writing of the lines, I don't really enjoy the taste of my seed. But it is discipline and I appreciate the effect this has on me. I licked my cum off my hand and fingers and soaked in the feeling of submission, of doing this because I was instructed to. I thought about how it feels to give a woman control over my cock, and thought abut how I want to give that control to my Goddess upon her return.
I drank a bit of water, and with a slightly unpleasant salty taste still in my mouth, I rolled over, exhausted, and fell asleep.
Thank you, Mistress Magick, for your control and discipline. I look forward to your next assignment. I also look forward to the return of my Goddess, with a renewed feeling of how I want to pleasure and serve her.
Yours in submission,
SeekingP
Monday, November 15, 2010
Cock Ring Training Report
by VB
Another Cock Ring Training Assignment, from a new potential who is not as vanilla as he would have us think that he is:
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I went to my local sex shop at lunch time. I've never been in there before. I was a bit nervous to say the least. As it turned out, it was fine. They only had one set of cock rings, which I bought. They are black and 40, 45, 50mm in diameter. I spoke to a friendly man with shoulder length grey hair - he looked like an aging hippy! I felt a bit nervous the whole time and gabbled a bit, saying those were the ones I'd been recommended to get.
There were lots of other items in the shop and DVDs, but I was too embarrassed to look at them. I paid my money - £10 - and got out as quickly as I could. Apart from one thing. I saw a pink vibrating buttplug next to the cockrings and grabbed it and bought that too. I have never used one before. I have some wet lube at home anyway, so didn't buy any lube.
For your gift, Mistress, I will get you an Amazon voucher once I work out how to do it. Without a doubt, I'll have it for you within the next 24 hours, I promise.
I then spent a tortuous afternoon at work before I could return home and try on the cockrings...
I tried the largest size first. I put my balls through ,then my cock. It really felt odd. I wasn't thinking of anything in particular but the very fact of the ring there made me almost hard and gave me great sensations.
Then I thought I should try a smaller size. The middle one was ok. i wore that for a few minutes then decided to try the smallest. This went on ok but was the first one where I really had to pull all the skin through before my balls to get it all through. it felt good, like separating my cock and balls from the rest of me, so they weren't really part of me. i liked that.
After a while (20 mins?), it began to get uncomfortable and my balls felt a little cool so i took it off and let them recover for 15 mins. Then i put on the medium cock ring once more. An hour later, I still have it on and am typing this report to you.
I am now going to touch myself and get hard as you instructed. in fact just typing this is making my cock grow...
I've just stroked it to get my cock hard. It didn't take much. I looked at it and weirdly, for the first time I can remember from just looking at my hard cock, thought I'd really like to suck that, to get my mouth wet all over it and suck all down the shaft.
It does keep reminding me that it's there. I really do like wearing a reminder of you around my cock Mistress, it feels so good. It feels tingly, sexy, smooth, like I just want to do anything to have my cock slowly stroked and teased without cumming in the ring. God, I'm going to try and do something else now to see if I can get it soft again as you instructed.
...
It took a little while but I've done it. Still feels constantly like it'll jump up at the slightest provocation.
...
After chatting with Mistress Magick, she instructed me to masturbate with my cock ring on and to catch the cum in my hand, then lick it all up. I was reluctant because the prospect of drinking my own cum doesn't really fill me with pleasure - particularly once I've actually cum.
Nonetheless, I got on my knees and thought of Mistress Magick as I stroked my cock. It didn't take very long at all as I had been nursing a semi for several hours. I put my hand out to catch it and got most of it but a few spots sneaked through because there was a lot more cum than I normally manage. i bent forward and licked it all out of my hand and on the back of it. Not too bad but a bit too salty towards the end. After that I felt a little ashamed of myself and took the cock ring off, then went straight to sleep.
Thank you, Mistress
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I wish that he were able to enjoy the assignment without feeling guilty. Orgasms performed in my service are meant to be enjoyed, as a reward for your good work, respect and successful training, and I do feel that I get the energy, positive or negative, from the ones that are dedicated to me.
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I went to my local sex shop at lunch time. I've never been in there before. I was a bit nervous to say the least. As it turned out, it was fine. They only had one set of cock rings, which I bought. They are black and 40, 45, 50mm in diameter. I spoke to a friendly man with shoulder length grey hair - he looked like an aging hippy! I felt a bit nervous the whole time and gabbled a bit, saying those were the ones I'd been recommended to get.
There were lots of other items in the shop and DVDs, but I was too embarrassed to look at them. I paid my money - £10 - and got out as quickly as I could. Apart from one thing. I saw a pink vibrating buttplug next to the cockrings and grabbed it and bought that too. I have never used one before. I have some wet lube at home anyway, so didn't buy any lube.
For your gift, Mistress, I will get you an Amazon voucher once I work out how to do it. Without a doubt, I'll have it for you within the next 24 hours, I promise.
I then spent a tortuous afternoon at work before I could return home and try on the cockrings...
I tried the largest size first. I put my balls through ,then my cock. It really felt odd. I wasn't thinking of anything in particular but the very fact of the ring there made me almost hard and gave me great sensations.
Then I thought I should try a smaller size. The middle one was ok. i wore that for a few minutes then decided to try the smallest. This went on ok but was the first one where I really had to pull all the skin through before my balls to get it all through. it felt good, like separating my cock and balls from the rest of me, so they weren't really part of me. i liked that.
After a while (20 mins?), it began to get uncomfortable and my balls felt a little cool so i took it off and let them recover for 15 mins. Then i put on the medium cock ring once more. An hour later, I still have it on and am typing this report to you.
I am now going to touch myself and get hard as you instructed. in fact just typing this is making my cock grow...
I've just stroked it to get my cock hard. It didn't take much. I looked at it and weirdly, for the first time I can remember from just looking at my hard cock, thought I'd really like to suck that, to get my mouth wet all over it and suck all down the shaft.
It does keep reminding me that it's there. I really do like wearing a reminder of you around my cock Mistress, it feels so good. It feels tingly, sexy, smooth, like I just want to do anything to have my cock slowly stroked and teased without cumming in the ring. God, I'm going to try and do something else now to see if I can get it soft again as you instructed.
...
It took a little while but I've done it. Still feels constantly like it'll jump up at the slightest provocation.
...
After chatting with Mistress Magick, she instructed me to masturbate with my cock ring on and to catch the cum in my hand, then lick it all up. I was reluctant because the prospect of drinking my own cum doesn't really fill me with pleasure - particularly once I've actually cum.
Nonetheless, I got on my knees and thought of Mistress Magick as I stroked my cock. It didn't take very long at all as I had been nursing a semi for several hours. I put my hand out to catch it and got most of it but a few spots sneaked through because there was a lot more cum than I normally manage. i bent forward and licked it all out of my hand and on the back of it. Not too bad but a bit too salty towards the end. After that I felt a little ashamed of myself and took the cock ring off, then went straight to sleep.
Thank you, Mistress
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I wish that he were able to enjoy the assignment without feeling guilty. Orgasms performed in my service are meant to be enjoyed, as a reward for your good work, respect and successful training, and I do feel that I get the energy, positive or negative, from the ones that are dedicated to me.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Shoe Shopping & Release Report
by WP2
I love his cover story for buying the shoes. However, I am sure that they wouldn't have believed it for an instant if I had sent him to buy the shoes in his own size!
I also like the way that he slowed down and edged, once again imagining himself kneeling at my feet, reporting to me on his tasks and finally receiving permission to cum.
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Mistress,
I have purchased the shoes as you instructed, and I thank you for the release that I took on Thursday. I have also paid my fine Mistress which I hope you have received.
I thought it would be fairly straight forward to purchase a pair of similar shoes to those of my colleagues that I handled at the same time when I handled her panties. To make it easier for myself to be able to find a shoe that was similar, I went to an out of town shoe store that carries a wide range of stock. I was aware of my colleague's shoe size, as it was something we have talked about in the past. My feet are quite a large size 11 where as my colleagues shoe size is a very petite size 4.
The shoes I handled were simple black shoes with a small heel. The shoes were quite practical and a ‘classic’ small-heeled black shoe. I arrived at the store and parked outside. Having purchased panties I was experienced in walking with confidence into a women section of a store.
I went into the shop and walked to the women’s section. As I knew the type of shoe I was looking for I didn’t feel as though I was looking like a fish out of water. I walked up and down the aisles of women’s shoes. There were so many to choose from and even though I knew the kind of shoe I was to purchase, it was quite difficult to casually just find a pair. I saw the cashiers were busy with a couple of customers so took the opportunity to look much closer at the shoes. I must have been absorbed in my task, Mistress because an assistant seemed to appear from nowhere and ask if I needed some help. I had not seen her leave the counter and approach me. I explained that I was looking for a pair of size 4 black shoes with a small wedge heel rather than a stiletto without any buckles or similar, just a straight forward pair of shoes.
The assistant pointed me to a range of shoes that seemed like the pair of my colleagues’ shoes that I handled. She then said that if there wasn’t any size 4 shoes of the style I was shopping for that she would look in the stock room for some. She passed a couple of pair to me and I explained that I was buying them for a family member who wasn’t able to get out. The assistant seemed to take that in her stride. I’m sure that she has heard a similar story to that many times before but carried on to assist me. I selected a pair from the several very similar styles of black shoe, size 4 with a small wedge heel and walked with the assistant to the counter. Our conversation was very civil about how long it was to Christmas and that they get busy in the New Year with the sales.
I paid for the shoes. Behind me a couple of customers were waiting and I wondered what they would be thinking if they knew why I was purchasing the shoes. Surely they wondered why a man wearing size 11 sturdy outdoor walking shoes was purchasing a pair of size 4 heels. They would have if they had known I was wearing a pair of black panties. Perhaps they knew, perhaps I was the subject of their conversation when they got to their car, who knows? I quickly left the shop, put the shoes in my car and carried on with my day, thankful that I had completed your instruction, Mistress.
The following day (Thursday) I took advantage of your permission to release. I undressed and took the shoes out of their bag. I had washed the panties that I had previously worn to buy the shoes. As you had given me permission, Mistress to release I made sure that my evening was going to be free from interruptions. I began to masturbate and quickly found myself at full erection with the urge to go for the finish. Realising that I had only one chance I slowed down. I had the panties and shoes on the cabinet next to my bed and relived both purchases and how I had felt in the queue, holding the panties waiting to purchase. I also thought of the conversation in the shoe retailer with the assistant and what she may have been saying to her work colleagues when I had left the shop.
I masturbated as slowly as I could and managed to take myself to the edge 3 times. The temptation to conclude was very hard to resist. The thought in my mind was that I would not be able to release again until you instructed, Mistress and the fact that I have punishments due for my behaviour towards my work colleague to fulfil. After the third edge, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to beat the urge a fourth time so I got off my bed, knelt on the floor with my purchases in front of me. Taking my ‘catching box’ in one hand and my penis in the other I rubbed slowly. This time when I reached the edging point I pushed myself a little more but the inevitable happened. I came into my catching box, imagining Mistress that you were stood behind me, asking me to describe my experience as I purchased both the shoes and panties. I also imagined that you were giving me permission to conclude my act of masturbation but reminding me that further punishments were due for the masturbation I indulged in after talking to my colleague and for masturbating after I had handled her panties and shoes.
I came strongly, not producing the most cum that I ever have but producing a substantive amount that I caught. As I recovered, I imagined you Mistress, still behind me saying that I now had to consume my cum, which I duly did Mistress.
Thank you for the release and for your instructions so far. I realise that I am going to be punished once again Mistress by written lines and expect that the panties and shoes I have purchased will be playing a role in my punishment.
I also like the way that he slowed down and edged, once again imagining himself kneeling at my feet, reporting to me on his tasks and finally receiving permission to cum.
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Mistress,
I have purchased the shoes as you instructed, and I thank you for the release that I took on Thursday. I have also paid my fine Mistress which I hope you have received.
I thought it would be fairly straight forward to purchase a pair of similar shoes to those of my colleagues that I handled at the same time when I handled her panties. To make it easier for myself to be able to find a shoe that was similar, I went to an out of town shoe store that carries a wide range of stock. I was aware of my colleague's shoe size, as it was something we have talked about in the past. My feet are quite a large size 11 where as my colleagues shoe size is a very petite size 4.
The shoes I handled were simple black shoes with a small heel. The shoes were quite practical and a ‘classic’ small-heeled black shoe. I arrived at the store and parked outside. Having purchased panties I was experienced in walking with confidence into a women section of a store.
I went into the shop and walked to the women’s section. As I knew the type of shoe I was looking for I didn’t feel as though I was looking like a fish out of water. I walked up and down the aisles of women’s shoes. There were so many to choose from and even though I knew the kind of shoe I was to purchase, it was quite difficult to casually just find a pair. I saw the cashiers were busy with a couple of customers so took the opportunity to look much closer at the shoes. I must have been absorbed in my task, Mistress because an assistant seemed to appear from nowhere and ask if I needed some help. I had not seen her leave the counter and approach me. I explained that I was looking for a pair of size 4 black shoes with a small wedge heel rather than a stiletto without any buckles or similar, just a straight forward pair of shoes.
The assistant pointed me to a range of shoes that seemed like the pair of my colleagues’ shoes that I handled. She then said that if there wasn’t any size 4 shoes of the style I was shopping for that she would look in the stock room for some. She passed a couple of pair to me and I explained that I was buying them for a family member who wasn’t able to get out. The assistant seemed to take that in her stride. I’m sure that she has heard a similar story to that many times before but carried on to assist me. I selected a pair from the several very similar styles of black shoe, size 4 with a small wedge heel and walked with the assistant to the counter. Our conversation was very civil about how long it was to Christmas and that they get busy in the New Year with the sales.
I paid for the shoes. Behind me a couple of customers were waiting and I wondered what they would be thinking if they knew why I was purchasing the shoes. Surely they wondered why a man wearing size 11 sturdy outdoor walking shoes was purchasing a pair of size 4 heels. They would have if they had known I was wearing a pair of black panties. Perhaps they knew, perhaps I was the subject of their conversation when they got to their car, who knows? I quickly left the shop, put the shoes in my car and carried on with my day, thankful that I had completed your instruction, Mistress.
The following day (Thursday) I took advantage of your permission to release. I undressed and took the shoes out of their bag. I had washed the panties that I had previously worn to buy the shoes. As you had given me permission, Mistress to release I made sure that my evening was going to be free from interruptions. I began to masturbate and quickly found myself at full erection with the urge to go for the finish. Realising that I had only one chance I slowed down. I had the panties and shoes on the cabinet next to my bed and relived both purchases and how I had felt in the queue, holding the panties waiting to purchase. I also thought of the conversation in the shoe retailer with the assistant and what she may have been saying to her work colleagues when I had left the shop.
I masturbated as slowly as I could and managed to take myself to the edge 3 times. The temptation to conclude was very hard to resist. The thought in my mind was that I would not be able to release again until you instructed, Mistress and the fact that I have punishments due for my behaviour towards my work colleague to fulfil. After the third edge, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to beat the urge a fourth time so I got off my bed, knelt on the floor with my purchases in front of me. Taking my ‘catching box’ in one hand and my penis in the other I rubbed slowly. This time when I reached the edging point I pushed myself a little more but the inevitable happened. I came into my catching box, imagining Mistress that you were stood behind me, asking me to describe my experience as I purchased both the shoes and panties. I also imagined that you were giving me permission to conclude my act of masturbation but reminding me that further punishments were due for the masturbation I indulged in after talking to my colleague and for masturbating after I had handled her panties and shoes.
I came strongly, not producing the most cum that I ever have but producing a substantive amount that I caught. As I recovered, I imagined you Mistress, still behind me saying that I now had to consume my cum, which I duly did Mistress.
Thank you for the release and for your instructions so far. I realise that I am going to be punished once again Mistress by written lines and expect that the panties and shoes I have purchased will be playing a role in my punishment.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Excellent Written Punishment, Release & Infraction Report
by SeekingP
This is from another of my Written Punishment boys (not WP2). I've posted it, along with more information about how I first started assigning Written Punishments and which ones I enjoy most, in my blog at male-service.com, but also wanted to post it here for your enjoyment.
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Dear Mistress Magick,
Thank you for accepting my work, it makes me happy to know that the work was up to your high standards. As you noted, the scanner itself has seen better days, and does produce some spots.
I will remember your suggestion of a thank you paragraph if I'm required to write lines to you once again.
Thank you for granting me an orgasm, it was enjoyable to give myself release on your command. You requested that I think of and report on other offences:
In terms of other porn-viewing occasions, there are so many that it's difficult to know where to begin. I have been interested in porn and kinky porn for many years, and have spent quite a lot of time viewing it. I have nothing against the production or viewing of porn per se, though I find that the way porn is produced and consumed is quite symptomatic of the subjugation and objectification of women in society. However, I often have found myself spending many hours viewing porn, in search of the one picture that really does it for me and takes me over the edge. These are hours that I'm spending on my own pleasure, rather than doing more productive things for myself or for my Goddess. The submissive in me finds the waste of hours of time looking at porn to be unacceptable.
However, one common situation does stand out to me. My partner is an early riser and often goes to bed before me. I am a late bird, so I would often not go to bed with her, but rather stay up a bit later. Often I would feel horny and end up staying up very late, viewing porn and masturbating. And I would usually feel guilty afterwards...I should have been pleasuring and hugging my Goddess, but instead I've wasted my time objectifying other women and focusing my energy on them.
The other thing that I've felt deserves to be punished is my sometimes leering behaviour on the street. I smoke (yes, I do want to quit at some point, but not right at the moment. And when I do I think I want to keep quitting and my kink separate.) so when I'm at work I go outside the building and smoke. When I do so, I often find myself pacing around and turning my head in order to have a look at the buttocks of women who walk by on the sidewalk. Now, I think it's somewhat natural to look at an attractive person who walks by. But it's another thing to do so in an obvious way...and I think I cross that line sometimes. Especially when I'm feeling horny, I will leer at the bottoms of the women who walk by. I would like to change this behaviour, and I have to some extent, but there is also something quite natural and automatic about eyeing attractive people who walk by. I feel that some discipline might do me some good, though I also struggle to find a good strategy to avoid leering. Do I stare at the ground instead? There is just something so natural about watching the women walk by, I struggle to avoid it.
As to my feelings being punished, I found the experience quite powerful. I had to muster the courage to ask for a punishment on the list. Requesting punishment is a weird thing. I didn't think I'd really enjoy writing all those lines, so requesting something that will be less than pleasant is a weird thing. But I also kink on it. One thing is kinking on the punishment and having a sort of play 'offence' to justify it. But if it is something that I really feel bad about and want to change, then it somehow goes beyond just play somehow. Because a lot of kinky play is activity that I really like...but writing lines?? But I asked...and waited for a response.
I was quite excited when I got your response. I have found that anticipation can be very stimulating, guessing at what your punishment might be. I thought of doing the lines not because I wanted to, but because I wanted to improve myself and also obey a dominant woman. So that was a happy, nervous sort of anticipation. When I got the assignment, I was still quite turned on by the thought of the punishment. I savoured the opportunity to carry out your command.
Once I began writing the lines, I found it tedious, boring and painful. It was not really fun to spend all that time writing lines and having my hand hurt, even if I am a bit of a masochist. However, I knew why I was writing them and knew that I just needed to go ahead and finish. Wearing a thong while writing them also reminded me of my submission and my desire to be a good submissive slut. In my mind I thought that this punishment might help me to avoid the offensive behaviour, which made me hopeful at the same time. And I have to say I am proud that I now haven't viewed porn since the beginning of last weekend. Not really much time to be proud of, but it is nonetheless satisfying.
All that time, I didn't masturbate. With my lover not around and knowing I didn't have permission to orgasm, I found it was actually easier than I thought to abstain from playing with myself. When she is around, I think I find her presence arousing (as it should be!) and so chastity periods can be quite teasing and frustrating. But this one has been a bit easier, perhaps because I've started to exercise on a more regular basis in the last couple of weeks. I find that does alter the patterns of my libido.
When I finally finished all the lines, I was quite happy and pleased with myself. I scanned them and converted the files (I'm a techie IT person, but it still took me a couple hours to scan and convert!) and sent them off to you. Then began another period of anticipation. But we subs must learn that sometimes we have to wait. Would you accept them? Would I get an additional punishment? Would I be granted an orgasm. Submitting to your decisions in those matters is both slightly nerve-racking and also quite erotic.
I waited in anticipation of your email and instructions. When I received your email, I was joyed to hear that I could have an orgasm. This morning, I did my 15 minutes exercise, then kneeled in the bedroom and masturbated to thoughts of you, of submitting to your punishment, of my Lovely Goddess, and of how it is to have someone else controlling my cock. I came in the shot glass. Then I tipped it back and drank it. It went down pretty quick. I really dislike the taste of my cum, I just don't enjoy it. It was quite difficult to do, but I know what my orders were and carried them out. Drinking my own seed feels quite powerful, as it really is something that I would *not* follow through with if left to my own devices. But I did it, and it feels like a very submissive act. I also feel there is a sort of justice to it, since I am 'cleaning up my own mess' instead of leaving stains on bed sheets, underwear, etc. So it's powerful, but I'd definitely say I'm not used to the taste itself...I don't think I'll ever get used to that. Now the taste of a woman, on the other hand... :)
And so that's where I am now. It's after midnight, but I still feel like I can feel a bit of the salty protein-rich taste on my tongue. And another day has past in which I have not viewed porn. And now I wonder when my next orgasm might be...since I have agreed that that is not in my control right now.
Thank you for taking the time to punish me, and for controlling my cock. It is a sometimes contradictory and strange journey, but I find it quite captivating and exciting. I guess that's sexual submission.
Thank you for reading these rambling notes I have written.
Yours truly,
SeekingP
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Dear Mistress Magick,
Thank you for accepting my work, it makes me happy to know that the work was up to your high standards. As you noted, the scanner itself has seen better days, and does produce some spots.
I will remember your suggestion of a thank you paragraph if I'm required to write lines to you once again.
Thank you for granting me an orgasm, it was enjoyable to give myself release on your command. You requested that I think of and report on other offences:
In terms of other porn-viewing occasions, there are so many that it's difficult to know where to begin. I have been interested in porn and kinky porn for many years, and have spent quite a lot of time viewing it. I have nothing against the production or viewing of porn per se, though I find that the way porn is produced and consumed is quite symptomatic of the subjugation and objectification of women in society. However, I often have found myself spending many hours viewing porn, in search of the one picture that really does it for me and takes me over the edge. These are hours that I'm spending on my own pleasure, rather than doing more productive things for myself or for my Goddess. The submissive in me finds the waste of hours of time looking at porn to be unacceptable.
However, one common situation does stand out to me. My partner is an early riser and often goes to bed before me. I am a late bird, so I would often not go to bed with her, but rather stay up a bit later. Often I would feel horny and end up staying up very late, viewing porn and masturbating. And I would usually feel guilty afterwards...I should have been pleasuring and hugging my Goddess, but instead I've wasted my time objectifying other women and focusing my energy on them.
The other thing that I've felt deserves to be punished is my sometimes leering behaviour on the street. I smoke (yes, I do want to quit at some point, but not right at the moment. And when I do I think I want to keep quitting and my kink separate.) so when I'm at work I go outside the building and smoke. When I do so, I often find myself pacing around and turning my head in order to have a look at the buttocks of women who walk by on the sidewalk. Now, I think it's somewhat natural to look at an attractive person who walks by. But it's another thing to do so in an obvious way...and I think I cross that line sometimes. Especially when I'm feeling horny, I will leer at the bottoms of the women who walk by. I would like to change this behaviour, and I have to some extent, but there is also something quite natural and automatic about eyeing attractive people who walk by. I feel that some discipline might do me some good, though I also struggle to find a good strategy to avoid leering. Do I stare at the ground instead? There is just something so natural about watching the women walk by, I struggle to avoid it.
As to my feelings being punished, I found the experience quite powerful. I had to muster the courage to ask for a punishment on the list. Requesting punishment is a weird thing. I didn't think I'd really enjoy writing all those lines, so requesting something that will be less than pleasant is a weird thing. But I also kink on it. One thing is kinking on the punishment and having a sort of play 'offence' to justify it. But if it is something that I really feel bad about and want to change, then it somehow goes beyond just play somehow. Because a lot of kinky play is activity that I really like...but writing lines?? But I asked...and waited for a response.
I was quite excited when I got your response. I have found that anticipation can be very stimulating, guessing at what your punishment might be. I thought of doing the lines not because I wanted to, but because I wanted to improve myself and also obey a dominant woman. So that was a happy, nervous sort of anticipation. When I got the assignment, I was still quite turned on by the thought of the punishment. I savoured the opportunity to carry out your command.
Once I began writing the lines, I found it tedious, boring and painful. It was not really fun to spend all that time writing lines and having my hand hurt, even if I am a bit of a masochist. However, I knew why I was writing them and knew that I just needed to go ahead and finish. Wearing a thong while writing them also reminded me of my submission and my desire to be a good submissive slut. In my mind I thought that this punishment might help me to avoid the offensive behaviour, which made me hopeful at the same time. And I have to say I am proud that I now haven't viewed porn since the beginning of last weekend. Not really much time to be proud of, but it is nonetheless satisfying.
All that time, I didn't masturbate. With my lover not around and knowing I didn't have permission to orgasm, I found it was actually easier than I thought to abstain from playing with myself. When she is around, I think I find her presence arousing (as it should be!) and so chastity periods can be quite teasing and frustrating. But this one has been a bit easier, perhaps because I've started to exercise on a more regular basis in the last couple of weeks. I find that does alter the patterns of my libido.
When I finally finished all the lines, I was quite happy and pleased with myself. I scanned them and converted the files (I'm a techie IT person, but it still took me a couple hours to scan and convert!) and sent them off to you. Then began another period of anticipation. But we subs must learn that sometimes we have to wait. Would you accept them? Would I get an additional punishment? Would I be granted an orgasm. Submitting to your decisions in those matters is both slightly nerve-racking and also quite erotic.
I waited in anticipation of your email and instructions. When I received your email, I was joyed to hear that I could have an orgasm. This morning, I did my 15 minutes exercise, then kneeled in the bedroom and masturbated to thoughts of you, of submitting to your punishment, of my Lovely Goddess, and of how it is to have someone else controlling my cock. I came in the shot glass. Then I tipped it back and drank it. It went down pretty quick. I really dislike the taste of my cum, I just don't enjoy it. It was quite difficult to do, but I know what my orders were and carried them out. Drinking my own seed feels quite powerful, as it really is something that I would *not* follow through with if left to my own devices. But I did it, and it feels like a very submissive act. I also feel there is a sort of justice to it, since I am 'cleaning up my own mess' instead of leaving stains on bed sheets, underwear, etc. So it's powerful, but I'd definitely say I'm not used to the taste itself...I don't think I'll ever get used to that. Now the taste of a woman, on the other hand... :)
And so that's where I am now. It's after midnight, but I still feel like I can feel a bit of the salty protein-rich taste on my tongue. And another day has past in which I have not viewed porn. And now I wonder when my next orgasm might be...since I have agreed that that is not in my control right now.
Thank you for taking the time to punish me, and for controlling my cock. It is a sometimes contradictory and strange journey, but I find it quite captivating and exciting. I guess that's sexual submission.
Thank you for reading these rambling notes I have written.
Yours truly,
SeekingP
Friday, November 12, 2010
Cock Ring #MMDay Release Report
- in Yummy Panties
by my jezi-darling
jezi wasn't able to do her full #MMDay and allowed release because of family obligations, so she had to make up time the next day, and only then was she allowed her release. I asked her how it was... and here is her response: ;-) * * *
Sensational Mistress, as ever!
I love being Your girl, Mistress, and I love You.
I knelt as is right and proper, a chill thrill of excitement tingling my body and began to tease Your cock, it soon 'sprang' to life and began to press against the panties so i released it from the sheer black frilled prison and began to rub the shaft with long sensual strokes, enjoying the freedom i had been allowed by You, Mistress.
The intensity and pleasure increases, and i rub Your cock harder and faster as it grows and throbs beneath my hand. i am close to release and begin our mantra:
Your cock, Mistress.
Your girl, Mistress.
Your pleasure, Mistress.
(pausing to think of You after each word, knowing this is for You)
Your cock explodes in orgasmic pleasure, and i catch my cum in my hand and gleefully and thankfully consume every drop, licking and sucking my sticky fingers clean, thinking how grateful i am to have Your love Mistress.
Love,
Your chaste girl once more
Sensational Mistress, as ever!
I love being Your girl, Mistress, and I love You.
The intensity and pleasure increases, and i rub Your cock harder and faster as it grows and throbs beneath my hand. i am close to release and begin our mantra:
Your cock, Mistress.
Your girl, Mistress.
Your pleasure, Mistress.
(pausing to think of You after each word, knowing this is for You)
Your cock explodes in orgasmic pleasure, and i catch my cum in my hand and gleefully and thankfully consume every drop, licking and sucking my sticky fingers clean, thinking how grateful i am to have Your love Mistress.
Love,
Your chaste girl once more
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Written Punishments Tribute Essay
by WP2
WP2 wrote this lovely piece for the 5th Anniversary Task which I recently organized to celebrate the group's anniversary. I love his straightforwardness and honestly regarding how he got into written punishments. And the end gives me a warm, fuzzy smile every time I read it.
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The list has benefited me greatly and affected my outlook. I have had in interest in Written Punishments as part of the wider ‘scene’ and used to enjoy the stories in magazines or more recently on line where a miscreant was given lines to complete.
The use of lines as a punishment, for me, does not have any connection to my schooldays or any similar experiences. Whilst lines were one of the punishments that my school used, I was quite a model pupil and neither received lines or detention during my 5 years at senior school. It was later on in life as I became aware of my latent sexuality and the appeal of punishment that I found myself drawn to lines.
My first experience was just after leaving college and I was living in a shared house in a new city. I had to study for my job, I had to care for myself for the first time so had to do my washing/cooking and the rest. At this point I had begun buying adult magazines and although I had a girlfriend, she was many miles away and I was alone in a strange place.
There was an article in one of the free newspapers that was delivered to the house and it had a picture of a young lady in a swimsuit. The picture was well taken and I used the picture to take pleasure. I hadn’t bothered to read the article and was quite surprised to find that the young lady was just 16 years of age and was the youngest woman to win a grant for her swimming. At the time I was around 23 and felt quite ashamed that I’d used her picture to pleasure myself. I was, by this time, indulging in self bondage but this was really more of a pleasure than a penance. I felt I needed punishment and something that would be a punishment rather than a pleasure. I had read stories of submissives undertaking physical punishment, activities, chastity and lines. Physical punishment was not realistic in a shared house, chastity devices were not easy to get outside London I guess (I had no idea where to go anyway) and so I ended up deciding that I should be punished by lines and physical activity. I wrote on several pieces of paper number ranging from 50 to 500. I had decided on the line to be written, it was the number that needed to be determined. I also made and a list of activities such as walk to X, wash my clothes by hand, clean the kitchen floor, etc.
Writing lines I found quite an escape is it involves a simple, repetitive task yet it has a purpose. I think my first punishment was 200 lines and used words that would not be appropriate for this group. As my collection of adult material expanded, I found the inclusion of lines, as a punishment was quite rare. Since living in the shared house, I moved onto my own place and moved house again but always had an interest in lines. The problem is getting someone to set them and take the punishment seriously. Setting lines for myself and by introducing elements of chance using cards/dice/etc did appeal and I had quite a few offences that deserved punishment but the aspect of self punishment that fails is that of accountability.
I have had a couple of real time Mistresses and tried to introduce lines as a punishment that can be issued at the end of a session, to be completed, examined and chastised for in the future. Generally I have found the interest in lines punishment was lacking. Mistresses would set 25 lines ‘I must not be a naughty boy’ or similar when I was looking for a greater challenge and one that reflected some of my adult confessions rather than it being an after thought over something 'school' focused.
When I found the group on line I was very pleased to discover that it wasn’t just me that had an interest in lines. I have found some of the punishments set to others more than I would be able to face. For me, I wish my lines to reflect the deeds I have confessed to and the lines to be many repetitions of a short instruction, such as I must not XXXX or it is wrong to XXX etc rather than some of the lines involving copying chunks of Shakespere, The Bible, Phone Directory or the like.
It interesting to see the wide range that the narrow field of written punishments can reach. The main reason I haven't given myself to a written punishment previously via the group was that I’m seeking punishment for certain matters that are outside the terms of the group plus my work life and domestic situation is quite hectic at times, therefore a deadline of a week can easily become unrealistic. Whilst it’s reasonable to ask for extensions, sometimes it’s a matter of holding back for a while and returning. The group rules of expulsion if a task isn’t completed is, for me, too much of a risk to take as I really enjoy reading others punishments.
I contacted Mistress Magick via the WP forum and have exchanged several e-mails with her about the reasons I am seeking punishment and she has, graciously, listened to my situation and agreed to issue written and other punishments. I am very pleased to have found someone who appears to understand my position both in life and towards punishments. My only regret is that the Internet wasn’t around when I first began experimenting with written punishments. Well, that and not being able to present my lines to Mistress Magick in person or to receive my next punishment whilst Mistress looks into my eyes.
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The list has benefited me greatly and affected my outlook. I have had in interest in Written Punishments as part of the wider ‘scene’ and used to enjoy the stories in magazines or more recently on line where a miscreant was given lines to complete.
The use of lines as a punishment, for me, does not have any connection to my schooldays or any similar experiences. Whilst lines were one of the punishments that my school used, I was quite a model pupil and neither received lines or detention during my 5 years at senior school. It was later on in life as I became aware of my latent sexuality and the appeal of punishment that I found myself drawn to lines.
My first experience was just after leaving college and I was living in a shared house in a new city. I had to study for my job, I had to care for myself for the first time so had to do my washing/cooking and the rest. At this point I had begun buying adult magazines and although I had a girlfriend, she was many miles away and I was alone in a strange place.
There was an article in one of the free newspapers that was delivered to the house and it had a picture of a young lady in a swimsuit. The picture was well taken and I used the picture to take pleasure. I hadn’t bothered to read the article and was quite surprised to find that the young lady was just 16 years of age and was the youngest woman to win a grant for her swimming. At the time I was around 23 and felt quite ashamed that I’d used her picture to pleasure myself. I was, by this time, indulging in self bondage but this was really more of a pleasure than a penance. I felt I needed punishment and something that would be a punishment rather than a pleasure. I had read stories of submissives undertaking physical punishment, activities, chastity and lines. Physical punishment was not realistic in a shared house, chastity devices were not easy to get outside London I guess (I had no idea where to go anyway) and so I ended up deciding that I should be punished by lines and physical activity. I wrote on several pieces of paper number ranging from 50 to 500. I had decided on the line to be written, it was the number that needed to be determined. I also made and a list of activities such as walk to X, wash my clothes by hand, clean the kitchen floor, etc.
Writing lines I found quite an escape is it involves a simple, repetitive task yet it has a purpose. I think my first punishment was 200 lines and used words that would not be appropriate for this group. As my collection of adult material expanded, I found the inclusion of lines, as a punishment was quite rare. Since living in the shared house, I moved onto my own place and moved house again but always had an interest in lines. The problem is getting someone to set them and take the punishment seriously. Setting lines for myself and by introducing elements of chance using cards/dice/etc did appeal and I had quite a few offences that deserved punishment but the aspect of self punishment that fails is that of accountability.
I have had a couple of real time Mistresses and tried to introduce lines as a punishment that can be issued at the end of a session, to be completed, examined and chastised for in the future. Generally I have found the interest in lines punishment was lacking. Mistresses would set 25 lines ‘I must not be a naughty boy’ or similar when I was looking for a greater challenge and one that reflected some of my adult confessions rather than it being an after thought over something 'school' focused.
When I found the group on line I was very pleased to discover that it wasn’t just me that had an interest in lines. I have found some of the punishments set to others more than I would be able to face. For me, I wish my lines to reflect the deeds I have confessed to and the lines to be many repetitions of a short instruction, such as I must not XXXX or it is wrong to XXX etc rather than some of the lines involving copying chunks of Shakespere, The Bible, Phone Directory or the like.
It interesting to see the wide range that the narrow field of written punishments can reach. The main reason I haven't given myself to a written punishment previously via the group was that I’m seeking punishment for certain matters that are outside the terms of the group plus my work life and domestic situation is quite hectic at times, therefore a deadline of a week can easily become unrealistic. Whilst it’s reasonable to ask for extensions, sometimes it’s a matter of holding back for a while and returning. The group rules of expulsion if a task isn’t completed is, for me, too much of a risk to take as I really enjoy reading others punishments.
I contacted Mistress Magick via the WP forum and have exchanged several e-mails with her about the reasons I am seeking punishment and she has, graciously, listened to my situation and agreed to issue written and other punishments. I am very pleased to have found someone who appears to understand my position both in life and towards punishments. My only regret is that the Internet wasn’t around when I first began experimenting with written punishments. Well, that and not being able to present my lines to Mistress Magick in person or to receive my next punishment whilst Mistress looks into my eyes.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Edging & Release Report
by jezi
Dear Mistress,
Here is my report for the last release You permitted Your girl.
i was given the privilige of release a few days after the Halloweenie ribbon assignment due to home circumstances, but i was required to edge and tweet same at least twice prior to release.
i wore the designated panties as are depicted by my twitter icon as Mistress had requested, having freshly laundered them from earlier in the week.
my first edge was mid-morning, and i edged for 153 seconds kneeling and thinking of You, Mistress. As i approached 'the edge', a little precum seeped from Your cock but all dribbles were duly collected and consumed, being the good girl i aim to be. This edge was reported on twitter to show my devotion and to follow instructions.
Later in the day, i performed the second edge which lasted for 127 seconds. i was thinking of You Mistress and my impending release as i neared 'the edge' and once more i dribbled a little, none of which was lost and all was eagerly consumed. This time the edge was much more intense and my body shook and quivered a little in an attempt to have my release, but i managed to save myself just in time.
Having also ensured my tribute had been successfully received by You, i was now permitted release.
i readied myself, putting on a pair of black lace-top hold-up stockings and adorning Your pole with the ribbons from the Hallo-weenie assignment. Still wearing the twitter icon panties, i knelt for You. i flipped Your cock from the safety of the satin panties and was ready to offer my release to You.
Gently and smoothly, i teased and stroked Your cock and soon it was hard and firm, throbbing beneath my fingers due to the teasing earlier in the day. i knew it would not be long so i began repeating the mantra in honour of You:
Your cock, Mistress.
Your girl, Mistress.
Your pleasure, Mistress.
with pauses after each word and slightly longer pauses between each phrase to focus me on the true reason for the release, Your love, Mistress.
The intensity rose dramatically and quickly. It became harder to continue the mantra, but continue i did until Your cock exploded in glorious release, cum shooting from it's tip, captured by my hand and lovingly savoured in Your honour, Mistress.
As i sucked and licked my fingers and hands clean, i thanked You for allowing me such a release.
Love as always,
Your jezi-girl
xx
Here is my report for the last release You permitted Your girl.
i was given the privilige of release a few days after the Halloweenie ribbon assignment due to home circumstances, but i was required to edge and tweet same at least twice prior to release.
i wore the designated panties as are depicted by my twitter icon as Mistress had requested, having freshly laundered them from earlier in the week.
my first edge was mid-morning, and i edged for 153 seconds kneeling and thinking of You, Mistress. As i approached 'the edge', a little precum seeped from Your cock but all dribbles were duly collected and consumed, being the good girl i aim to be. This edge was reported on twitter to show my devotion and to follow instructions.
Later in the day, i performed the second edge which lasted for 127 seconds. i was thinking of You Mistress and my impending release as i neared 'the edge' and once more i dribbled a little, none of which was lost and all was eagerly consumed. This time the edge was much more intense and my body shook and quivered a little in an attempt to have my release, but i managed to save myself just in time.
Having also ensured my tribute had been successfully received by You, i was now permitted release.
i readied myself, putting on a pair of black lace-top hold-up stockings and adorning Your pole with the ribbons from the Hallo-weenie assignment. Still wearing the twitter icon panties, i knelt for You. i flipped Your cock from the safety of the satin panties and was ready to offer my release to You.
Gently and smoothly, i teased and stroked Your cock and soon it was hard and firm, throbbing beneath my fingers due to the teasing earlier in the day. i knew it would not be long so i began repeating the mantra in honour of You:
Your cock, Mistress.
Your girl, Mistress.
Your pleasure, Mistress.
with pauses after each word and slightly longer pauses between each phrase to focus me on the true reason for the release, Your love, Mistress.
The intensity rose dramatically and quickly. It became harder to continue the mantra, but continue i did until Your cock exploded in glorious release, cum shooting from it's tip, captured by my hand and lovingly savoured in Your honour, Mistress.
As i sucked and licked my fingers and hands clean, i thanked You for allowing me such a release.
Love as always,
Your jezi-girl
xx
Hallo-weenie Ribbon Report
by jezi
Dear Mistress,
As usual, i was very excited by Your ribbon assignment. (this time, for Halloween) for it has special meaning for me and us, with Your pole being 'free' but adorned for Your pleasure.
i visited the local wool/haberdashery and purchased a yard/metre length of black and orange satin ribbon. i have been there before so it caused little embarrassment, but did stir me with pleasure for my Mistress.
When the day came, i showered to make all clean for Mistress and carefully wrapped Your cock in each ribbon, making a lovely large bow with each colour as i know You like, and i do too. i trimmed each end to make it neat, but left enough dangling at the end to be sure to reach the top of my inner thigh as i went about my business, to remind me of Mistress. The ribbons took their place around Your package as Your ring would for security, but also wrapped the base of Your cock.
In my usual 'style' for such assignments, i was pantiless for the majority of the day, making the time special for Mistress as my first ribbon task was.
The feeling of 'belonging' was huge during the day. Due to the way the ribbons were tied they never fell off, only becoming slightly loose on occasion due to natural movement of satin against satin and needing a little careful and discreet adjustment.
Mistress allowed me the privilege of edging and release on an alternate date due to real life commitments and that report will follow.
With love and thanks for a special day encased in Your love,
Your jezi-girl
xxx
As usual, i was very excited by Your ribbon assignment. (this time, for Halloween) for it has special meaning for me and us, with Your pole being 'free' but adorned for Your pleasure.
i visited the local wool/haberdashery and purchased a yard/metre length of black and orange satin ribbon. i have been there before so it caused little embarrassment, but did stir me with pleasure for my Mistress.
When the day came, i showered to make all clean for Mistress and carefully wrapped Your cock in each ribbon, making a lovely large bow with each colour as i know You like, and i do too. i trimmed each end to make it neat, but left enough dangling at the end to be sure to reach the top of my inner thigh as i went about my business, to remind me of Mistress. The ribbons took their place around Your package as Your ring would for security, but also wrapped the base of Your cock.
In my usual 'style' for such assignments, i was pantiless for the majority of the day, making the time special for Mistress as my first ribbon task was.
The feeling of 'belonging' was huge during the day. Due to the way the ribbons were tied they never fell off, only becoming slightly loose on occasion due to natural movement of satin against satin and needing a little careful and discreet adjustment.
Mistress allowed me the privilege of edging and release on an alternate date due to real life commitments and that report will follow.
With love and thanks for a special day encased in Your love,
Your jezi-girl
xxx
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Cock Ring Shopping & Training Report
by stroker boi
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Sunday, November 7, 2010
An Excellent Halloween Ribbon Report
by WP2
WP2 started my assignment on the Monday morning after Halloween as he needed to wait until a haberdashery opened in order to buy the ribbons. (In the UK, a haberdaskery is a store that sells sewing supplies like fabric and notions, not an upscale men's clothing store, like it is here in the states.)
I also allowed this because he was meeting an ex-girlfriend for lunch, and I agreed that it should heighten the experience for him to be wearing my ribbons as he sat talking with her. You will note that even though the memories of being with her excited him, he remembered who he belongs to!
He completed the assignment after work on Tuesday night, giving him a day and half in my ribbons, the additional time being his penalty for beginning the assignment late.
I especially liked the way he imagined me examining and questioning him about the assignment. I can easily see myself standing there as I have with my in-person boys: having him strip and kneel for me, inspecting him and the ribbons, asking for a full report of his experiences while buying and wearing them, teasing as I slowly adjust them while we talk.. and then adjust them again, enjoying his reaction as I do... commenting on it as he gets harder... and finally ordering him to masturbate for me. ;-)
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Mistress,
I purchased 2 metres of ribbon yesterday morning, one black and one orange, just before 10am. It was quite an interesting experience because it was a perfectly normal purchase yet the intention behind it was unknown to the shopkeeper. Well, I think it’s safe to assume that unless your other UK subs and sissies all went into the same shop that morning so they experienced a rush of demand for ribbon.
After my purchase I went into a nearby larger store and visited the toilet. I was wearing my ordinary underpants beneath my trousers. I lowered them and took the black ribbon from the bag. It was about half an inch thick and I wrapped it around the base of my cock and balls three times and tied the remainder into a large bow. I repeated this with the orange ribbon. It took a little bit of adjustment to make the ribbons comfortable and so that they did not pinch my testicle sack. I pulled up my trousers then sat down and stood up a few times to make sure the ribbons were not wearing loose or pulling.
I went to a couple of shops to purchase few items and then traveled to meet my ex-girlfriend who I had arranged to meet for lunch that day. Going about my shopping I could feel the ribbons around my cock and balls. Whilst I drove they were not unduly uncomfortable, but they did make themselves known.
Arriving at the place I was to meet my ‘ex’, I was rather conscious that I was meeting a woman who I have seen naked and who has seem me naked and that today I was wearing ribbons around my genitals, genitals that had in the past been handled by the woman I was about to meet.
She arrived, we kissed on the cheek as we still do, and we went to the restaurant we had decided to use. During the meal we talked about her children, how she was, our respective jobs and other things. As is usual we ended up talking about if each of us had started a relationship. We are both quite adult in our approach to our relationship which ended because of geography and our respective commitments preventing one of us from being able to move closer to the other or to see each other that often. Plus, for me, my submissive sexual nature made it quite difficult and I know that, as much as I find my ‘ex’ attractive and that we get on with each other very well, I would have found myself sooner or later seeking sexual release via domination and submission, which would have harmed the very good aspects between us.
As we talked I was very aware of the ribbons around my genitals, tweaking them and slightly constricting them. At one point I went to the toilet and made sure they were still in place. Throughout the meeting I was aware that I was wearing the ribbons and that I was doing it for you, Mistress. Not only was I wearing the ribbons but I was under orders to be chaste and had been since my last release on Thursday. I knew I had to wear the ribbons for at least 24 hours and that my release would be the next evening.
After we parted, I went home. That evening I thought through the orders that you have set me Mistress and how I am finding myself wanting to comply and please you even though I find them difficult or frustrating, especially the restrictions you have placed on my masturbation. In bed that night I found it particularly difficult as I have, in the past, masturbated once or maybe twice at the thought of my ‘ex’, her breasts and the time I spent licking her cunt.
The ribbons were still intact this morning Mistress and to prevent myself getting caught up in the wish to masturbate I got up, dressed and left the house quickly. I did not shower this morning as I had the ribbons on plus I had showered yesterday to give me the chance to wear the ribbons until removal tonight.
At work I went about my usual duties. I wondered if I was walking or standing differently as the ribbons were there, reminding me of the control I have given you Mistress and the restricted masturbation I am now facing. During the day I was occupied with my work but was glad when it came to finishing time.
I came straight home and wondered if should wait before masturbating but as I had completed my 24 hours, I decided to start there. I took all my clothes off and began to tease my penis. When it began to erect I took the plastic container that I had used for my last release and knelt on the floor. I imagined that you were there Mistress, examining the ribbons to see that they were still attached and that you were asking me about my meeting with my ex-girlfriend: "How did I feel knowing that I was following Mistress’s orders?" "How was it to know that the woman you have touched, stroked and seen naked was talking to you unaware that you was ribboned?"
I thought about my answers ready for this report and began stroking myself. Aware of how Mistress feels masturbation should be quality and not quantity, also being aware that only 1 release was permitted and not unlimited, I slowly stroked and tugged on my penis. Desire was building up but I kept my pumping my penis at a steady, slow rate rather than speed up to reach the conclusion. Even as I approached the conclusion, I kept the pumping to the same pace. As I ejaculated I slowly pumped and felt I was squeezing the spunk out of my penis as one would the last bit of toothpaste in a tube. The pleasure was all the more because I had followed your orders Mistress and worn the ribbon as I went about my day and because of the slower masturbation technique rather than my usual rapid pumping to orgasm.
As always Mistress, I caught my produce and consumed it. I am finding that it’s becoming less of a chore to consume my produce and more of "what I do" rather than something I am forced to do. I still don’t like the texture nor really the taste, but I am definitely getting used to consuming it as a matter of course.
Thank you for allowing me to participate in this assignment that I hope has been carried out to your satisfaction.
I also allowed this because he was meeting an ex-girlfriend for lunch, and I agreed that it should heighten the experience for him to be wearing my ribbons as he sat talking with her. You will note that even though the memories of being with her excited him, he remembered who he belongs to!
He completed the assignment after work on Tuesday night, giving him a day and half in my ribbons, the additional time being his penalty for beginning the assignment late.
I especially liked the way he imagined me examining and questioning him about the assignment. I can easily see myself standing there as I have with my in-person boys: having him strip and kneel for me, inspecting him and the ribbons, asking for a full report of his experiences while buying and wearing them, teasing as I slowly adjust them while we talk.. and then adjust them again, enjoying his reaction as I do... commenting on it as he gets harder... and finally ordering him to masturbate for me. ;-)
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Mistress,
I purchased 2 metres of ribbon yesterday morning, one black and one orange, just before 10am. It was quite an interesting experience because it was a perfectly normal purchase yet the intention behind it was unknown to the shopkeeper. Well, I think it’s safe to assume that unless your other UK subs and sissies all went into the same shop that morning so they experienced a rush of demand for ribbon.
After my purchase I went into a nearby larger store and visited the toilet. I was wearing my ordinary underpants beneath my trousers. I lowered them and took the black ribbon from the bag. It was about half an inch thick and I wrapped it around the base of my cock and balls three times and tied the remainder into a large bow. I repeated this with the orange ribbon. It took a little bit of adjustment to make the ribbons comfortable and so that they did not pinch my testicle sack. I pulled up my trousers then sat down and stood up a few times to make sure the ribbons were not wearing loose or pulling.
I went to a couple of shops to purchase few items and then traveled to meet my ex-girlfriend who I had arranged to meet for lunch that day. Going about my shopping I could feel the ribbons around my cock and balls. Whilst I drove they were not unduly uncomfortable, but they did make themselves known.
Arriving at the place I was to meet my ‘ex’, I was rather conscious that I was meeting a woman who I have seen naked and who has seem me naked and that today I was wearing ribbons around my genitals, genitals that had in the past been handled by the woman I was about to meet.
She arrived, we kissed on the cheek as we still do, and we went to the restaurant we had decided to use. During the meal we talked about her children, how she was, our respective jobs and other things. As is usual we ended up talking about if each of us had started a relationship. We are both quite adult in our approach to our relationship which ended because of geography and our respective commitments preventing one of us from being able to move closer to the other or to see each other that often. Plus, for me, my submissive sexual nature made it quite difficult and I know that, as much as I find my ‘ex’ attractive and that we get on with each other very well, I would have found myself sooner or later seeking sexual release via domination and submission, which would have harmed the very good aspects between us.
As we talked I was very aware of the ribbons around my genitals, tweaking them and slightly constricting them. At one point I went to the toilet and made sure they were still in place. Throughout the meeting I was aware that I was wearing the ribbons and that I was doing it for you, Mistress. Not only was I wearing the ribbons but I was under orders to be chaste and had been since my last release on Thursday. I knew I had to wear the ribbons for at least 24 hours and that my release would be the next evening.
After we parted, I went home. That evening I thought through the orders that you have set me Mistress and how I am finding myself wanting to comply and please you even though I find them difficult or frustrating, especially the restrictions you have placed on my masturbation. In bed that night I found it particularly difficult as I have, in the past, masturbated once or maybe twice at the thought of my ‘ex’, her breasts and the time I spent licking her cunt.
The ribbons were still intact this morning Mistress and to prevent myself getting caught up in the wish to masturbate I got up, dressed and left the house quickly. I did not shower this morning as I had the ribbons on plus I had showered yesterday to give me the chance to wear the ribbons until removal tonight.
At work I went about my usual duties. I wondered if I was walking or standing differently as the ribbons were there, reminding me of the control I have given you Mistress and the restricted masturbation I am now facing. During the day I was occupied with my work but was glad when it came to finishing time.
I came straight home and wondered if should wait before masturbating but as I had completed my 24 hours, I decided to start there. I took all my clothes off and began to tease my penis. When it began to erect I took the plastic container that I had used for my last release and knelt on the floor. I imagined that you were there Mistress, examining the ribbons to see that they were still attached and that you were asking me about my meeting with my ex-girlfriend: "How did I feel knowing that I was following Mistress’s orders?" "How was it to know that the woman you have touched, stroked and seen naked was talking to you unaware that you was ribboned?"
I thought about my answers ready for this report and began stroking myself. Aware of how Mistress feels masturbation should be quality and not quantity, also being aware that only 1 release was permitted and not unlimited, I slowly stroked and tugged on my penis. Desire was building up but I kept my pumping my penis at a steady, slow rate rather than speed up to reach the conclusion. Even as I approached the conclusion, I kept the pumping to the same pace. As I ejaculated I slowly pumped and felt I was squeezing the spunk out of my penis as one would the last bit of toothpaste in a tube. The pleasure was all the more because I had followed your orders Mistress and worn the ribbon as I went about my day and because of the slower masturbation technique rather than my usual rapid pumping to orgasm.
As always Mistress, I caught my produce and consumed it. I am finding that it’s becoming less of a chore to consume my produce and more of "what I do" rather than something I am forced to do. I still don’t like the texture nor really the taste, but I am definitely getting used to consuming it as a matter of course.
Thank you for allowing me to participate in this assignment that I hope has been carried out to your satisfaction.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Hallo-weenie Ribbon Report
by littlejohn
I went to Walmart back when I went Panty shopping and was unable to find any Halloween specific ribbons. I did find some orange ribbons with yellow dots and black ribbon with little polka dots, so I bought them.
After I told you what I had picked up, you said you had hoped that I would have picked up some with more of a Halloween motif. So, I went to both JoAnn’s and Michael’s and no luck. They had all of their Halloween stuff mostly sold out and in fact already had the Christmas items up.
Since I was camping on Halloween, we arranged for me to perform the assignment on Thursday the 28th. So Thursday afternoon at 1:30, I tied the ribbons around Your cock, while repeating your mantra:
Your boy
Your cock
Your Pleasure
It felt good wrapping it around and I must admit, your little john’s "little john" quite enjoyed the attention. I tied a bow and left enough hanging loose so that I could feel it against Your balls as I moved about. I also went without underwear during the day to accentuate the feeling of the ribbons.
After a little while I took you up on your allowing your boy to touch myself and it didn’t take long for me to get very erect and hard, but I remembered your orders and did not allow myself to cum. I did this several times during the day and it felt very good though I must express I felt some mild frustration at not being allowed to orgasm. But after all it is Your cock and you decide when, where, and how it should be allowed relief.
Later in the afternoon, I put underwear on. It felt kind of weird my going around the house with Your cock all tied up in a pretty little bow, but I was determined to go the whole 24 hours and I did. I woke up that night with an erection and groggily reached down and found the ribbon and tugged on it a little before slipping back to dreamland, dreaming I was holding you close.
I woke up in the morning and made it through the rest of the 24 hours, beribboned for my Mistress. I played with your little cock several times, again, not allowing an orgasm. At 2pm, I took the ribbon off and stroked myself hard again, still not cumming and finished packing for the camping trip.
Thank you Mistress for the opportunity to please you and I am attaching a picture for you.
*hugs and *kisses
Your boy john
After I told you what I had picked up, you said you had hoped that I would have picked up some with more of a Halloween motif. So, I went to both JoAnn’s and Michael’s and no luck. They had all of their Halloween stuff mostly sold out and in fact already had the Christmas items up.
Since I was camping on Halloween, we arranged for me to perform the assignment on Thursday the 28th. So Thursday afternoon at 1:30, I tied the ribbons around Your cock, while repeating your mantra:
Your boy
Your cock
Your Pleasure
It felt good wrapping it around and I must admit, your little john’s "little john" quite enjoyed the attention. I tied a bow and left enough hanging loose so that I could feel it against Your balls as I moved about. I also went without underwear during the day to accentuate the feeling of the ribbons.
After a little while I took you up on your allowing your boy to touch myself and it didn’t take long for me to get very erect and hard, but I remembered your orders and did not allow myself to cum. I did this several times during the day and it felt very good though I must express I felt some mild frustration at not being allowed to orgasm. But after all it is Your cock and you decide when, where, and how it should be allowed relief.
Later in the afternoon, I put underwear on. It felt kind of weird my going around the house with Your cock all tied up in a pretty little bow, but I was determined to go the whole 24 hours and I did. I woke up that night with an erection and groggily reached down and found the ribbon and tugged on it a little before slipping back to dreamland, dreaming I was holding you close.
I woke up in the morning and made it through the rest of the 24 hours, beribboned for my Mistress. I played with your little cock several times, again, not allowing an orgasm. At 2pm, I took the ribbon off and stroked myself hard again, still not cumming and finished packing for the camping trip.
Thank you Mistress for the opportunity to please you and I am attaching a picture for you.
*hugs and *kisses
Your boy john
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