Sexy Beltane/May Day Assignment Report by panty freak

Below is the first (yummy!) report from my newest potential trainee. I really enjoyed chatting and playing with him during the Beltane assignment, and it bodes well for future training, especially in regard to panties and cock control. I hope you enjoy reading my comments back to him below. 

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Dear Mistress Magick,

Thank you, Mistress, for allowing me to complete your Beltane/May Day assignment. It's really been exciting to do this, and to feel like I am doing it to please you. I don't know quite what I expected when I wrote to you back on Wednesday last week, but this definitely exceeds what I thought.

As I explained previously, I've always been a chronic masturbator - I just can't seem to control myself. So, although I know you've got boys with much longer periods in chastity than four days, it was really a challenge for me to wait so long to cum - thank you for controlling my wanking and helping me to control myself.

Looking back at your assignment, I've realised that I got the first two steps in the wrong order by sending you a gift before I made effort to get a suitable scrunchie. [You aren't the only boy to do that, and, in fact, I prefer it. It's easiest for boys to send a gift as soon as they get the assignment (so they don't forget and so anything seasonal arrives on time), but new boys don't always feel comfortable doing so.] And then I failed to get anything that really met what you had wanted. But I think apart from that I can honestly say that I've followed what you set out in the assignment.

I guess I really started on the assignment on Thursday when, ordinarily, I would certainly have been masturbating in the evening. But of course I was already under your control and not allowed to play with myself. However, I think on Friday, when you asked me to join in your #MMDay by wearing bridal white panties, and then posting a picture on Twitter, that's when I really got fully engaged with the assignment.

And I think I already told you how I watched the Royal Wedding, in my panties, edging myself, while fantasising about Kate Middleton/the Duchess of Cambridge and what she might be wearing under that dress. I was so horny by the end of Friday, it would have been so easy to cum then, but it was so much better to be a good boy and follow your instructions.

On Saturday, I spent several hours shopping for a scrunchie. It was really quite embarrassing going into lots of accessory stores (Accessorize for example), clothes shops (Monsoon) and even chemists (Boots) and asking for hair accessories. I'm sure I went bright red talking to some of shop assistants about what I wanted. And why is it that 16 year old girls seem to be the only people who work in shops on a Saturday, and they invariably have no clue about anything in the store?

Anyway, I honestly did my best to find something. In the end, I decided that I should buy the next best substitute that I could find and ask you if it would be acceptable. You've seen the hair bands that I did buy, which do have a similar name and the same purpose, but I have to confess that they don't really look the same. So I was quite nervous that you would tell me to either go and look again, or order a scrunchie online, which you would have been quite within your rights to do, but would have meant a really tough delay for me.

I was really happy when you came on to chat and said that I should try the hair band and provided it was a good fit I could carry on. It was really generous of you to be so understanding. I think you could see that I had done my best, and I really like that you took that into account. For me, that is a really important feature of a Mistress - it's definitely important to be in charge and have high expectations, but also to be realistic and recognise the difference between "couldn't be bothered" and "tried really hard but still came up just short". So thank you Mistress for letting me carry on.

[Yes, there is a big difference, and boys who "can't be bothered" really don't deserve my time and attention. I did recognize that you tried.. and I have to admit that I like the fact that you suffered some harm-free embarassment while doing so. ;-)

You were lucky in that I wanted you to be able to participate on Beltane (May 1) itself, and I knew that you had sincerely tried. Based on last year, I expected boys to have problems finding suitable scrunchies, and I knew that you did not have a lot of lead time to shop. It would have been different if you had had a couple weeks and had waited until the last minute.]

It was really fun to chat with you, and it felt really good that you were concerned about me and wanted to make sure that the hair band/scrunchie wasn't too tight. I know we chatted for a long time - sorry if I took up too much of your time - but was really great to get to know you a little more.

[While it was easiest to have you check the "fit" while on IM, the quality of your emails and your tweets are what really earned you the opportunity to chat with me. It was my intention to start to get to know you a little, and I enjoyed doing so. :-) ]

After we stopped chatting it was already very late here (well early on Sunday). I went to bed, but I was far too horny to go to sleep. I completed my first edge lying in bed - hardly the best way to make myself less horny and able to sleep, but I just really wanted to at least feel my cock in my hand, even though I knew I mustn't come. I thought about some of the things we'd chatted about, and about what you'd told me, and how you'd told me that I was to be a good boy. It didn't take long until I had to stop stroking. It was a real wrench to take my hand away from my cock, and afterwards it took me a long time to calm down and relax and go to sleep.

I don't think I slept very well, and I woke up on Sunday morning still hard, and still with the scrunchie around my cock. I knew I had four more edges to do, so why not? I stroked myself again, thinking about how I wasn't allowed to cum, and about you controlling my cock. I don't really know how close I got to the edge - maybe there is no way to know if you are at the edge until you are over it - but I was more than ready to cum when I finally stopped.

[The next step is to assign you Edging Practice Days so that you are more aware of the signals that your body gives you as you get close, and help you find the line between close and TOO CLOSE.]

I tried to relax a little lying in bed, and maybe sleep some more, but it wasn't going to happen. I got up and went to take a shower, taking off my scrunchie to avoid getting it wet. Soon I was washing myself, and when I got to my still-hard cock and had washed it, I felt that it was time for the third edge. I often like to masturbate in the shower, so maybe I just felt at home stroking there. Again I couldn't last long before I had to stop touching myself. I turned the shower to cold to try to cool off - I think I just ended up cold but still horny. After my shower I put the scrunchie back on, but over my balls as well as my cock. It was a little tighter there, but still felt good. I moved it between the two locations several times during the day.

Sunday was my third day in a row wearing panties so I put them on and then posted a picture on Twitter. I don't think I've ever worn panties so many days in a row before (and now day 4), but I also can't pretend I'm not interested in panties, and I own quite a few pairs. It still got me horny posting the pictures on Twitter and wondering who would see them. I knew you would be looking, and I really liked that you commented in a positive way, about how good or cute or sexy they looked, rather than that I looked ridiculous wearing them.

[You have some gorgeous embroidered ones and lacy ones that look really sexy on you. I'm not as much into the flowered ones, but they were perfect for Beltane - and still covering your May Pole with flowers! ;-)]

I masturbated again after uploading the picture, imagining that you were watching me wearing my panties, telling me that I was a good boy and that I could go ahead and play with myself, but that I wasn't allowed to cum. I think I've realised that it's a major kink for me to have someone controlling my wanking, and I was very quickly having to imagine you telling me "that's enough, if you're a good boy I'll let you play with it again later".

I had a lot of jobs to do around the house on sunday (and only one more edge to go) so there was a big gap until the fifth edge. After doing my jobs I went into my [home] gym. I did a little cycling, but my balls felt a bit uncomfortable on the seat, so I switched to the treadmill and jogged for half an hour. Then I took a shower and afterwards lay on the bed, put the scrunchie back around my cock (having taken it off for the shower) and started to play with myself. Again I imagined you watching me and guiding me on what to do, but also reminding me that I wasn't allowed to cum yet. I imagined you whispering in my ear about how much it would please you if I could behave myself and wait until the 24 hours were up... You even seem to be teasing me inside my mind when you are not there...

Anyway, after that it was great to be able to chat with you again. I was really turned on by your instruction to add two more scrunchies to my cock and balls - it really made it feel like you were owning my cock, adorning with whatever decorations you wanted. [Mmmmmmmm!]

We must have chatted until just after midnight because when we stopped I realised I had completed 24 hours wearing the scrunchie and was allowed to masturbate and finally to cum! I stopped and read your instructions again - it really had me hot reading about you claiming your cock, about you enveloping me with your wetness, and about our juices flowing together. [*evil grin* I do love Beltane!]

I already planned that I could go outside in my reasonably-private garden and masturbate outside as instructed in the assignment. Fortunately it was dark, but it still felt strange, standing in the garden wearing just panties and a T-shirt. I knew I would cum really quickly, but I wanted to at least savour the moment for a minute, so I started by stroking my cock through my panties for a little while. But soon my panties were pulled down, and I was masturbating as hard as I could. It felt really great knowing that I could keep going and cum. I was imagining you watching me and encouraging me, telling me that I'd been a good boy and was allowed to cum. Obviously I don't know what you look like, or even your voice, so it was unusual for me to masturbate thinking about you - maybe the concept of Mistress Magick - but it meant I focused on what you might say or think, rather than your body. [I hope that means that you are being turned on by my control, creativity, sensuality, etc. without objectifying me.]

It was a very powerful orgasm. I'm sure I came twice as hard as usual, and spurted twice as much cum. I was glad to be able to shoot over the garden, rather than have to lick up my cum. Even while I was coming I was imagining you telling me you were pleased with me and that I should shoot all my cum out for you. [Every last drop! ;-)]

So really that's the end of the story, for this assignment at least. I really appreciate you allowing me to complete it, Mistress - thank you for taking the time to write the assignment, and thank you for controlling my May Pole for May Day.

Best wishes,

panty freak