Triple Edging Report by andrew

I've been spending a lot of time recently with my boy, andrew, so I thought I'd share his latest edging report with you. After a yummy evening spent pleasuring me, he was allowed to have three frenzied back-to-back edges the next morning.
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Good morning, Mistress,


I'm wearing a black lace thong today, the ones with the concealed hems from Marks and Spencer (pic from M&S shown at right), and I've been chaste for You for sixteen days. However, I have been allowed to touch on a few select occasions.

So this morning, before my bath, I knelt and thought about how I'm honoured to have You in my life, and the things we've shared. I said Your mantra, slapped Your cock (memories of last night and it pleases You!) and rubbed and teased and stroked and pumped.

It being over two weeks since my last release, and from being allowed to touch last night, it didn't take very long before the tingle started. I had to take things slowly so I could approach the point of no return slowly, and be sure of not pushing past it. I had to stop.

After a few minutes to cool down, I edged again, and soon had to stop. I didn't wait long, started stroking again, and reached that edge all-too-quickly and had to stop.

Three edges in a row makes Your cock very eager, Mistress!

Thank You for letting me edge.

*kisses*

Your boy,
andrew
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And, yes,  confirmed that he did remember to lick up every last drop of pre-cum. It's become so normal to him that he forgot to write about it! ;-)

St. Patrick's Day Ribbon Shopping Report (UK) by andrew

I sent andrew shopping early so that he could take some possible cover shots for my St. Patrick's Day assignment. I wanted something inviting rather than explicit or silly. After looking at options from several different sources, I decided to use the photo that both of us liked best from his shoot (cover at right - original below), and am very proud to show it off.
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Dear Mistress,

Please accept my apologies for the delay in producing this report:

On a bitterly cold day, I set out to investigate some places where I might be able to find green ribbon in time to take some pictures for Your St Patrick's Day assignment.

I went to John Lewis store in the next town, and they had ribbon for sale on spools. I've bought fabric by the metre there before, but their ribbon was pre-packaged. On their website they do have a good selection of widths and colours to buy, but I couldn't confidently identify the perfect shade of green.

I checked a couple of gift shops in the same town, just to see if by chance they had ribbon that would be suitable. One had no ribbon, the other had spools but it was the wrong kind; it was plastic, thin, crinkly -- suitable for tying around a present and making in to bows and curling in to rosettes -- but not suitable for decorating Your cock. I needed a woven satin fabric. [Yes, it's best to stick with fabric/sewing stores and certain sections of craft shops. ~ M]

I decided it was time to move away from the high street and try some independent shops. In the UK, it would seem most haberdashery shops are to be found on the ends of a parade of shops, perhaps where the rent is lower.

I found Broadway Bargains, run on that day by two lovely, grey-haired ladies. The stock was eclectic; the walls lined with pegboard. They had ribbons in different widths and colours, generally a soft polyester double satin. One of the women helped me select an emerald green colour, 15mm (6/10 inch) wide, and cheerfully measured off 1 metre (1 yard) in length. She asked for just 28 pence and offered me a bag.

I also went to check out Lisa's, where I found a similar help and range of ribbons were available. I couldn't improve on my first purchase so I left the shop without making a purchase.

I was shopping in early February and no St Patrick's Day motifs were to be found, but I did find a good selection of ribbons and colours in the small independent haberdashery shops.

Your boy,

andrew

Writing in Chastity Shorts Followed by a Release in Lacy Lingerie by andrew

Dear Mistress,

The last few evenings while writing punishment lines for You, my Mistress, You instructed that I should wear locking leather chastity shorts before I start, and keep them on until I had written that evening's quota. I really enjoyed the extra control You exercised, and Your cock responded strongly to it, hard with the anticipation and thrill.

I've been chaste for You for 11.5 days, keeping my hands off Your cock unless instructed to edge. But the chastity shorts really bring it home, that You can shut Your property away from sight, from touch, if it pleases You to do so.

Through the day, I edged three times, once before getting dressed, a second time mid morning (after I'd been out and back for my first appointment of the day), and a third time mid afternoon (after I had returned home from a second appointment). Each time I wore the red nightie that You've had me wear for bedtime before.

This evening I wore the shorts for about 3.5 hours. During that time, we chatted, I wrote and finished the lines, ate a little, scanned, cropped and emailed the lines to You for approval.

The chastity shorts allow enough room for Your package, but absolutely deny touch. They simply can't be removed once there is a lock placed on the waist belt. The shorts' leg belts help them to fit better, and I suppose they remove the chance of probing fingers trying to feel up the legs.

There is enough room to get a hand down inside the belt, but it doesn't afford the ability to touch anything because Your cock and balls are sandwiched between two layers of leather. The inner one is thinner and compliant and soft against the skin, and the other is thicker with a rigid leather cup that prevents being able to feel any touch at all at the front. All I can do is wriggle and squirm. Trying to remove or adjust the shorts is ineffective; they're just secure and comfortable. Compliant yet rigid. Easy to wear but uncompromising.

Becoming hard while wearing the shorts isn't uncomfortable at all, but there's no opportunity to adjust Your property so it sits correctly. When the shorts are first worn, the way Your package first sits is the way it stays until they can be removed again. Since I've been Your boy and practising chastity for periods of about two weeks at a time, Your cock can become excited and hard quickly and with little notice, and so it's important that it's in the correct position as I put the chastity shorts on.

I've said before: it's my hand that places the shorts on and locks them on, but I imagine it's Your hand that's holding the keys, Mistress. I'm not even sure where they are until I can hear You return with them, saying I've done enough work for the evening, now I may be released.

I was excited while wearing the shorts, in the knowledge that once I had finished my punishment lines, I was to change back in to sexy feminine panties, put on a shorty black lace baby doll and jacket combination, and be permitted a release.

There couldn't be a bigger contrast between the black leather chastity shorts I was wearing and the floaty lacy bedroom set, because it's warm and snuggly and feminine, and the way it allows my black panties to peek out the bottom feels flirty.

I got ready, dimmed the lights down low, took to my knees, and said Your mantra:


Your boy, Mistress
Your cock, Mistress
Your pleasure, Mistress


I rubbed Your cock first through the black material of the panties, cupped Your balls, tickled and toyed with them. I slapped Your cock a couple of times with my fingers, it was rock hard, and already moist with pre-cum -- which I took to my mouth and tasted. It was clear and sinewy, sweet taste that turned peppery after a few seconds.

After a little while gently teasing and tickling with no firm grasp. I couldn't wait any longer, with some pre-cum on my fingers, I took a firm fistful of the shaft of Your cock, and pumped up and down the lower half a few times. I then let my hand slip to the top, and went to work on the upper half and the head. The tingling intensified, the strokes became more urgent, and I could feel myself coming.

Having been chaste for a while, and edging through the day, Your balls were already swollen, tender and full. When I came, it was full, thick, creamy. I couldn't release my grip nor stop pumping, the orgasm seemed to grow from Your cock, and a hot flushed feeling spread to my head. It seemed to take an age to milk the last spurts in to the drinking glass, and I was left feeling hot and sweaty and exhausted and satisfied. Without wasting much time, I took the sperm-filled glass to my lips, tipped it back and swallowed reasonably quickly, not wanting to waste the energy, I think I caught every drop.

Thank You Mistress for allowing me a release. It was worth the wait.

Your boy,

andrew

Writing Lines in Leather Chastity Shorts (and Then Changing into a Nightgown & Panties) by andrew

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my New Panties by andrew

As some of you know, boys and gurls, in my continued training, like andrew, sophie and jezi, often have to submit daily panty and/or chastity reports. Sometimes I get a yummy surprise, like the link to these gorgeous embroidered panties. It's so easy to see that they were selected with my tastes in mind, and andrew gets brownie points for doing such a great job!
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Good morning, Mistress,

Today I've been chaste for You for six days.

Mistress, I feel naughty for not telling You something. I bought two new pairs of panties yesterday. I had nudged over one hour for parking from my appointment and didn't want to waste the second hour, so I went to Marks and Spencer to see if I could apply what I learned from my last visit there.

So today I'm wearing new panties, the cut is "low rise Brazilian" and they're a good fit. At the front, Your package is supported by opaque black stretchy material, framed by pink and purple embroidered flowers. Over the hips is black mesh, with black stems embroidered on. My bum has a triangle of black material at the back, and my cheeks are hugged by a three inch wide border of black floral lace. A purple bow and tiny pearl bead is the finishing touch at the front.

I've since found the panties on this page:

http://www.marksandspencer.com/Una-Floral-Embroidered-Brazilian-Knickers/dp/B005OU08AI

I owe You a photo, which I'll attend to as soon as I can.

*hugs*

andrew

andrew's First Edging Report

Dear Mistress,

Thank You for allowing me to touch myself for five minutes today [now yesterday].

About 12 days ago, I signed over ownership of my cock to you, Mistress. It became Your property, Your cock. It has been 11.5 days since You permitted me to cum, and I have not been allowed to touch Your cock since.

It was initially very difficult to not touch Your cock, and it became a game of willpower. Over the next few days, there were some physical changes, as Your cock became naturally excited, its pre-cum thickened up and became smelly. Your balls started to ache and swell, and the slightest thing would make Your cock hard. As time progressed, I learned to to avoid porn and erotica, resigned to chastity. Things were easier, as long as Mistress wasn't teasing me.

You were gracious to allow me to touch Your cock for five minutes today, but there were conditions attached: no release.

My Mistress said I can try to edge, but I'm inexperienced at edging, how to know when to stop in time? You said I must not get too close.

It is going to be so hard (pun intended) to have to back off just as things are getting exciting; You certainly know how to test your boys. I don't know that I have the willpower to stop at the correct moment, but I have to find it for You. It will be a mixture of fun and torture trying to find how far it's possible to take things and still be able to stop in time. I had better err on the safe side, Mistress.

Your instruction to touch Your cock for five minutes had got me excited a couple of times during the day, and by now I'm getting used to ignoring the urges that come along with that until they subside.

I waited until I was comfortable in bed before carrying out Your instructions. I slipped the waistband of my panties down just underneath Your balls, with the balls just resting on top, sticking out slightly proud.

I thought about my Mistress and Her control over me, and this brought Your cock really hard. I made a glance at the bedside clock, and could hear Your seductive voice telling me how I must play with myself. I started by rubbing the backs of my fingernails down the shaft of Your cock, with a medium hard pressure. This felt good, like scratching an itch, because it had been so long I'd been allowed to touch Your property, aside from washing or a quick positional adjustment in my panties.

This felt so good, but it wasn't getting me close to an edge. It didn't feel like a time to be tender, I wanted things rough. The head of Your cock moistened under its foreskin, and I moved to grab a fistful of the shaft and pumped up and down, over the head. The tighter I made my fist, the better it felt.

A tingly feeling started, and I heard You say "stop". I'm inexperienced at edging and don't know how close I can get to be sure of being able to stop, so I took the first pause early. Your instruction said "no release" and I wanted to be sure of that above all else.

When I was sure a second touch would not spell disaster and put an end to the edging session, I put my thumb to my head and tasted what was making it moist and slippery. It was pre-cum, but not as pungent in taste as it had been about a week ago.

I took a fistful of the head of Your cock and restarted masturbating, it felt good to hold it tightly. I don't know how long it took, but I was brought fairly quickly to the place where I thought I would come, again I could hear Your instruction, "stop!"

For a moment I thought I had maybe gone a stroke too far, I was close to feeling that flushed hot swell take over my body, and I felt like maybe something had bubbled up the shaft, and I felt disappointment, did I go too far? On tasting what was causing the head to be moist, I was sure it was still just pre-cum, and I was happy I had kept to the first rule of edging: no release.

Before I dare touch Your cock a third time, the five minutes was up. I carefully mopped up all the stickiness around the head, and licked my thumb and forefinger until they were clean.

I'm now left with a distinctly unsatisfied feeling, the tip of Your cock is tingly. Your balls are now swollen and achey, and are uncomfortable to the touch. Your cock is rock hard and unsatisfied, and now I must find some sleep like this. I daren't try sleep on my tummy tonight, because I can't be sure what dreams I may have; I have to be sure I don't rub up against anything in my dreams, just to be safe.

As an epilogue, I woke this morning with a huge hard-on, frustrated that I'm not allowed to touch again.

Thank You Mistress, you are a most expert tease.

The First Day of the Rest of my Life by andrew

I'm using my usual training methods, including panty and chastity training, in order to help andrew stay motivated and focused in his job search. With so many good boys out of work, perhaps this is a service that I should offer more widely!  
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Good morning, Mistress

Today is the first day of the rest of my life!

My big alarm was set for 7:30 and I turned it off without opening my eyes. My phone alarm was set for 7:50 and it's before 8:00 as I write this. I had trouble getting off to sleep, I think through to nerves about today, but I'm awake -- if a bit bleary eyed -- ready for the day. I'll complete this after a bath, breakfast and all the other essential start of the day things. Today will be different in that I won't be wasting time web-surfing, the computer will be used for work, not pleasure.

I selected a black stretchy net thong to wear. Underneath, it doesn't cover much, but attached is a black flouncy net skirt all around to preserve my modesty. At the back my bum cheeks must just be peeking out under the skirt.

As I type this, it feels great sitting down, and the skirt tickles my thighs. There's a bulge forming at the front but I know the rules and will leave Your cock well alone. I will make a photo later, because it's 9am already and I don't want to get distracted from the work I must do.

It was two days ago that I was last allowed to touch Your cock, and you graciously permitted me to have a release at the time, but it's been two days also since I touched it too. It wasn't easy to change the habit I had when it was mine, but it doesn't belong to me any more, and I've been able to keep my promise to you.

As I mentioned yesterday, I want to find three realistic job posting, and apply for those. I will work also on my CV because a couple of people had ideas how I might change it.

I think I've been coping ok with chastity. I fell asleep lying on Your erect cock last night, and woke up stiff this morning, but I left it alone. I don't know I'll feel about things in a few more days.

I skipped breakfast to write this, I'll get some work done before I head in to the kitchen for some food.

Thank You for looking after this boy,

andrew

andrew's First Day in My training

I have a very yummy new boy. He reminds me a little bit of larry, but hopefully will be more loyal. So far, he's proving himself to be intelligent and creative... a bit naughty around the edges... and he has a great ass!
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Good morning, Mistress,

I hope you're sleeping soundly as I write this? I chose to write about last night first, then to follow your orders to masturbate your cock and to try to eat the cum, before adding to the bottom.

Thank you for your time last night. I wasn't expecting to talk to you, much less have so much of your valuable time. You got me very hard last night as you took me under your control.

It's a nice thing to wear panties for you, to cover your cock. It's a real challenge to not touch. I think, living alone, it's easy to slip in to bad habits, and I think it's so easy to underestimate how much of the time I would have my hand on my cock. That has to change now that you have reassigned ownership to yourself.

I think I've been good overnight, in that I've kept my hands off your cock. I've not touched it at all. No rubbing, no checking to see if it's still there. Quite a literal interpretation of "no touching".

Before turning on my side to sleep, I made a tiny readjustment of the panties. I didn't want a wet spot in my bedding if your cock dribbled overnight. I was able to get your cock head to nestle just under the waist-band. This was at the expense of keeping the balls cupped in the fabric, there was not enough space for everything in the female underwear you chose. [Shown above.~M]

We didn't discuss balls. The balls attached to your cock; are they your balls, Mistress? They're not much use to me while you own this cock.

[Of course, they're My balls. They're all part of your/MY package! ~M]

I slept quite well, feeling safe, content, secure. A few times I found myself lying on my front, with an erection between me and the sheets, and it felt good but frustrating as I slid back to lying on my side, the satin sliding easily over the cotton sheets.

This morning while typing this before masturbating, I found myself a couple of times using my abdominal muscles to wriggle your cock -- the same ones to stop a flow of pee -- and it makes your cock reposition itself under the panties. In a state of excitement left over from last night, your cock head is still tingly, and I can feel the sensation as it slides one way or the other under the material. It's most unsatisfying from the point of view of trying to get off on it. But I feel safe under your control and trust your instructions must be for some good.

I have now a drinking glass from the kitchen, and I'm going to stroke your cock until it cums. I'll try to make the most cum, because I remember you instruction from last night.

I knelt on the floor in my living room, closed my eyes, and thought about the power you have over me, and your cock became hard again. I started slowly and caressed the lower part of your cock shaft and balls. Before long, I had a tight grip over the shaft and it didn't take long at all before jerks of cum were splashing in the glass. There was enough cum to cover the bottom. I caught it all -- as much as I could milk out -- in the glass. I licked my fingers, didn't get the taste. Then I hesitated for half a moment, thought this will get worse the longer I wait, brought the glass to my lips and tipped it right back, let the cum land in my mouth, and swallowed before the taste started coming through.

The taste was initially acidic, turning slightly bitter and definitely salty. I've not brushed my teeth yet, I'm just about to attend to that, but at this moment, I have a slight burnt rubber taste in my mouth.

I was awake at about 7:30 and waited until 8:30 to start writing these notes. It was a while before I was ready to do your assignment and I'm looking where the morning went (your new boy is slow at writing). Oh, I made a photo after I came, and that should be attached to the email.

This is the first time I've eaten cum, thank you for the permission to masturbate.

(Must remember to wash the glass before reusing it.)
andrew