My Hands Free Journal

Today Callie, I mean Mistress Callie, arrived around 11:30. After greetings Mistress handed me a key and had me change into the pink cage. She told me to get a wooden spatula and the black hood. "Bend over", she told me, "it's time for your noon beating." I did as told, without thinking. She owned me because Sir said so, simple as that. When she was finished she said, "That was fun. Every woman on earth would love to give their brother-in-law a good beating, and I get to do it whenever I want. Lucky me." I didn't like the sound of that. Mistress Callie then had me make a steak and cheese sandwich for her. There was something humbling about being naked and having to fix lunch for the person who just beat you with a wooden spoon. I think she understood this because she had me sit on the floor by her feet as she ate, occasionally hand feeding me bits of meat. I wasn't allowed to touch it. I wasn't allowed to talk. She had me fill her glass after every couple of sips, so I was constantly getting up off the floor to be her personal servant. At one point she had me stand up so she could admire the bruising on my ass. "So pretty," she said. Then she said something like if she had her way she'd beat my ass every day until I had to have it. Then she asked me how I felt about scars. When she saw the look of surprise on my face she laughed.
A short while after Callie left Sir called, telling me she will be home tomorrow night. It was the best news I could ever ask for.

 

Mistress Callie arrived at 11:30, just like yesterday. She reassured me that she wouldn't beat me today so I would never know when the next one was coming. Instead, she told me that I had to wear the girl mask, put on an apron and clean the toilet bowls. After scrubbing toilets and floors for a while that mask gets hot. So after her lunch (I had to skip mine to finish cleaning), we settled on the couch after Mistress Callie put on a video. As I guessed, it was gay porn, with feminine looking young men. Mistress teased me with the thought that she should have invited some of "her boys" to keep me company. I'm almost certain she wouldn't do that. Every so often she would tap my cage and ask if "the munchkin" was awake and if I was turned on. I surprised her by finally saying "yes" to both. I told her she shouldn't assume she could shock me with gay porn. She asked me flat out if I had ever sucked a cock. I asked her had she. Then I told her that I had experimented before I got married. It was satisfying to see that for once she had nothing to say. After a few minutes of quiet she went into our bedroom and took a pair of panties out of Sir's dresser and a small vibrator out of Sir's night table. She told me use the toilet if I could. When I was done she had me take off the apron and pull on the panties. She then turned on the vibrator and put it in the panties next to my cage. She told me to sit on the couch, not to move or touch the vibrator. "That should keep you from falling asleep," she said. She admired her handiwork for a moment. She said that in a way I had told her about this punishment. Of course, it hit me, she had read my postings. Have fun, she said and left the room.
Sir got home almost four hours later, immediately giving me permission to get up and remove the vibrator with it's now dead batteries. She asked what happened and why was I wearing the Susan mask. It took a while to fill her in on the day's events. I was very happy to see her, and told her that her sister was a sadistic lunatic. Sir said she knew, and scrutinized my backside. After comparing it to the photo from yesterday, Sir said the bruising has gotten darker. She said Callie really gave you a beating. Nothing permanent, though. I asked her was she going to take back the keys to the cages. Sir said of course not.

 

Update
After I had unpacked Sir's suitcase and put her clothes in the washing machine, Sir told me that while Callie took a harsher approach to being a dominant woman, I did the right thing obeying her commands and enduring the beatings. She then said that unless she is away from home, Callie has no control over me, but if Sir does have to leave town, even just overnight, Callie will be in charge of me. She said think of Callie as my babysitter. A cruel, sadistic babysitter. Sir said that she had decided I would have a ruined orgasm. She made the point that it should not be mistaken for a reward, as my submission to Callie was expected. Then Sir surprised me. She had me lay on the floor with a towel under me, put on her black latex gloves and unlocked my cage herself. Once free she squirted lube onto my cock and began stroking me, something she had said she would never do again. Eventually Sir saw that I was close and took her hand away. That familiar non-climax came and a small amount of thin clear fluid slowly leaked out. I was more than just disappointed at this result. Sir said something like, after all this time that's all you've got? Pathetic. I felt the same way. I hadn't even gotten fully hard. I wondered if this was how impotence began. Well, I told myself, with a few understood exceptions my cock was locked away anyway, so it didn't really matter. Sir then told me not to worry. It was probably due to stress. and ptsd. That gave us a little laugh.
As I think about it now, if I were to become impotent, I guess there would be no reason to cage my cock, which would probably more demoralizing than being locked. It would mean my cock wasn't worth caging, the closest thing to being the house eunuch. I think I just depressed myself.

 

A day in the life, Tuesday:
Sir had me put the P.A. in to keep the hole open. She had me do this occasionally, for a few hours at a time, then back into whatever cage I was currently assigned. She had it would be a pity to have it close up, and have her have to accompany me to the piercer and start the healing process all over again. I agree.
Anyway, Sir gave me a list of household chores. It was up to me to get them done, taking breaks whenever I wanted. My tasks were to make the bed, wash dishes by hand, do at least one load of laundry, and vacuum the carpets. My personal service to Sir would consist of giving her a full body massage, helping her dress, cutting her toenails, brushing and trimming her hair, and painting her nails. Shops being closed have forced me to become a good body servant, which sounds somewhat less feminine than 'maid', though hardly masculine.
Sir and I were eating lunch when she brought up the topic of corporal punishment and how we experimented with alternatives. I listened to this, wondering where this was going. She then said that the best part of planning a surprise was knowing that it was coming but the person receiving the surprise didn't have a clue. She wouldn't say anything more on the topic. Then she told me her sister had given her a present. She reached into a bag and produced a leather flogger. I said that was better than the iron maiden she had had her eye on. Sir insisted it was funny and said that I should lighten up.
Almost to herself Sir said that maybe she should have me clean Callie's place too. Naked maid service, not my favorite idea.
In the evening Sir told me to come to bed, "I want to use my slave". First time she had called me that. I said the only thing I could: "Yes Mistress."

 

Wednesday.
Today Sir said she felt that an adjustment had to be made to our relationship. I was no longer to call her Sir or refer to her that way in my journal. From now on when in private I was to call her Mistress. I am her slave, to be used as she pleases, not just a submissive husband. My life is to be devoted to her. She handed me a page from a legal pad where she explained her thoughts about where we are and why. The highlights are : Female domination is the natural order of things.
The penis is only good for making babies and giving women whatever pleasure they choose to take. When not in use they are the cause of most of humanity's problems. Men have to be taught their place is to serve women, to make their lives easier.
I realized that something had changed when she had lent me to her sister like an old toy for her to play with. Something had changed when she came back on Monday. Something had changed when she looked at the bruises her sister had given me and was unmoved, found it humorous. I think she seemed somehow harder, more assured in her dominance of me.
She finished by saying that this adjustment in our relationship was non-negotiable. There was no turning back. She wasn't asking for my agreement or opinion, only if I acknowledged her superiority and ownership of me. I took a long breath to absorb the consequences of her ultimatum. I looked her in the eyes and said, "Yes Mistress. You own me completely." Mistress smiled and said "Good. You know I still love you." "I love you too.
I felt that I had just been given an emotional beating to match the one my ass took a couple of days ago.

 

Thursday afternoon, first day as an official slave to Mistress.
This morning, after breakfast, Mistress gave me a square box wrapped in paper and tied with red ribbon. I unwrapped it with a feeling of foreboding. Mistress told me it was to help start our new life together. Inside was a micro cage. Mistress told me it was called Pancake Man because it flattened the penis until there nothing to see. Flat as a pancake. It is made by Koala Swim. Mistress told me that I would be wearing it for at least a one week breaking in period. She didn't make it plain if I would be breaking in the device or if she was breaking me in, or down, or something. She had me put it on right away and model it for her. I did. She said my balls would have to be falling off before she would remove it early. Sitting to pee was a necessity. If the device caused me to pee on those same balls, tough. Shower more. She ordered me to drink plenty of water so I would have to pee soon and in great volume. I'm doing that now. She said that with my penis pushed into my body, in a way I was fucking myself. So if someone told me to go fuck myself, I could answer, truthfully "I already am!" Yeah that sense of humor hasn't changed.
I've worn this sort of thing before but they always get to me. Even the full belt which hides my penis completely, doesn't have the same effect on me because I'm so obviously wearing something, almost medieval. The micro cage is light enough for me to unconsciously reach down for a reassuring feel and touch nothing. Apparently I am to enter into slavery as a eunuch for her amusement. I wonder what Mistress has planned for my cock next. Scratch that, I really don't want to know.

 

Quick update per Mistress: When we saw how the cage was pulling down on my balls, Mistress told me to get the support strap. My mistake was in cinching it too tight, to the point where the cage was flush against my body. The only problem with this, though aesthetically pleasing, is that the urine stream is pointed straight out and would go over the top of the seat and not in the bowl. I compromised on the strap's tightness, so the cage (because saying "penis" would now be inaccurate) would point down(ish) and the urine stream, or sprinkler, would hit the desired target. Mistress liked the compromise and warned me that if any urine hit the floor I would have to scrub both toilets before I was allowed to go to bed. Good incentive. When I told Mistress I had to pee, she went in to the bathroom with me, and when I sat down she bent over my lap and shined a flashlight between my legs. I think "Let 'er rip," was what she said, and watched the sprinkler do it's thing, ending with a weak stream trickling over my balls. Mistress told me to wipe and take a shower. After I had washed up, she had me lay on the bed while she gave me an intense teasing just to see my cock struggle to get an erection. Between the design of the cage and the strap holding things in place, there was nothing much to see except my squirming and according to Mistress, whimpering. She tapped the cage right where my cock lips barely poked out. That made me jump!
When the subject of slaves comes up in a kink context, I used to think of those old gladiator movies. Having your Mistress inspect your urine stream with a flashlight certainly killed that image.

 

Updating the update. It turns out Mistress misjudged the size of the base ring. I had a ball pop free twice tonight. I think part of the problem is a lack of cock to support the ring. That's what happens when you begin to demasculinize ( I think I just made up a word) someone. So anyway, Mistress said that I looked rediculous and she didn't want me all stretched out. She took off the cage and had me fetch the titanium p.a. ring and the reverse pliers. She inserted the ring between my cock lips, careful to let me talk her through it (she had never done it), through the hole in the bottom of the shaft, and using the pliers, put the bead in place. Having her use the pliers on me for the first time scared me that my cock would get a nasty pinch. It takes a lot of trust to let someone do this. Fortunately all went well, the patient survived. I have been informed by Mistress that she will find another way to mark my new status. It was obvious that the failure of the new cage frustrated her. I felt bad for her but a little relieved too. Below is a rare photo of me out of a cage. I would have thought I'd get an erection right away. Oh well, I wouldn't have been allowed any form of release anyway. I wonder how long this will last.

 

Just been reminded that yesterday marked 365 days continuously locked in chastity! Amazing! 365 days without an orgasm. Mistress said there is no reason to break that streak. No time off for good behavior.
16 days ago Mistress gave me a stainless steel disk engraved with the following on both sides:
Carly (my nickname)
In Chastity 01-01-09
Private Property
Owned by (Mistress' name)
After being unlocked I was told to attach the disk to the 2 1/2" length of 11 gauge chain she handed me. When that was done she put a ring through my piercing (still nervous when she does that), added the chain to the ring, and then closed the ring. She too had read Story of O and been intrigued by the genital ring/ownership disk section. So for the last 16 days I have had this chain with a disk proclaiming that I am owned property hanging between my legs. The PA ring requires a reverse pliers to fasten or remove, a pliers she keeps locked away. She said that the only reasons she wouldn't glue the new ring permanently shut was it might be necessary to remove it for medical reasons or that she might want me in the belt to "show you off in full chastity" Mistress' sister Callie has come over a couple of times and started laughing when she first saw my chain. Mistress told her that the weight of the chain and (mostly) disk seem to keep me from getting an erection. She said that I just get a little bigger, not hard, still no good for fucking, just the way she wants me. Callie said something about a useless dick. They both smiled. Callie asked what was to prevent me from touching myself. Mistress said that I know it's forbidden and that I do what she tells me to do. That I know my place. "Besides, she said, "nothing much would happen anyway." She said she likes how the disk swings between my legs whenever I move, a constant reminder of my being owned. I spend these visits making them either lunch or dinner and waiting on them while they eat. As CFnm at home is still in effect, I remain naked while serving them, other than wearing an apron while I am cooking. Wearing the chain rather than a cage makes me feel more naked and exposed, as I assume it's meant to. When using the toilet (sitting, of course) I have to hold the disk up to keep it and the chain from touching the water. I can only wear boxers when outside the house because if the chain bunches up in jockeys, for instance, an unpleasant pinch is sure to come. Sudden pain in the sack can ruin your day.
The photos below show the minor difference between my being flaccid and aroused, after wearing the chain for 16 days. It might be psychological, but I can no more get an erection now than when I was locked in a cage. Mistress looked at my "aroused" penis and said "Why bother if that's the best you can do?" She then told me to take a cold shower to see if it would get even smaller. It did.

 

Humiliation is when people talk about you as if you aren't there. Humiliation is also being told to post photos showing my dick at it's smallest and softest.
Mistress, "Maybe his chain will stretch it back to normal size. He hasn't been allowed a hardon for at least a year"
Callie said, "It looks like a clit to me. You'd need a straw to give him a blow job."

 

Mistress told me that she had something very important to tell me. I knelt in front of her as directed, waiting to hear what she had to say. She told me that she wants me to be "intimate" with one of Callie's gay friends. She said Callie knew a young man named Robert who was willing to join us, had agreed to do what she told him to do, who would be perfect for me. I think she expected an argument or fight. Instead I held back my initial desire to debate this, and asked her calmly did she really want that. She said yes, as I knew she would. I could see that she was determined to make this happen, so rather than begin a discussion in which I would lose, I told her that as promised, I would obey her. I felt like I was being tested but not sure for what. Whatever else, I was determined not to disappoint her. It occured to me that perhaps what she was after was to either test my commitment to obeying her without question, or teach me some kind of lesson. I grasped at the straw that it was some kind of joke. After all, she enjoyed fucking with my head.

 

Mistress told me that she wanted my penis hidden away after I've had 20 days of relative freedom. She had me take out a device I had put together a while ago and model it for her. It needed some adjustments but was ready for use. It was a curved tube to which I had attached a chain belt and two chains to secure it like a jockstrap. Mistress called it Frankenstein. It should be fully useable for bathroom purposes without risking a mess, which was a vast improvement over the shield belt. I could shower with it on and to rinse it out, a bath followed by a handheld spray hose should do the trick. Mistress liked that it seemed suitable for long term uninterrupted lockup after suitable trials. She said that she liked the minimalist look, and remarked that it left my balls available for her use. Not sure I liked the sound of that.

 

Mistress surprised me by not putting me in the Frankenstein belt right away. Rather than be impatient, as I expected, she told me that I had to make it perfect before I would be permitted to wear it. With this command I decided to experiment with applying spray-on rubber to the plate above the penis tube, in the hopes of making it more comfortable to wear. We shall see. Mistress shortened my chain, explaining that she wanted it to be more utilitarian and less like a pendulum. I told Mistress that I seemed to have gotten hornier since I was wearing the chain instead of a cage. Mistress' response was to say that she doubted I could do anything about it other than give myself more frustration. She went on to say that I knew better than to try to masturbate, and that getting hard seemed to have become a problem for me. She said I had an alpha desire and a beta cock. She said that to get my mind off the orgasm I couldn't have, I should clean the bathrooms on my hands and knees. It took a while but completing the job was oddly satisfying. When I reported to Mistress that I had finished, she took hold of my chain and led me to the bathrooms for inspection. I was proud of how clean they were. She asked if I had done a thorough job everywhere. I said that I had. Mistress then ordered me to lick the inside of the bowl and to drink some of the water. I knew the bowl was clean but it was something that went against every instinct. I took a deep breath and did as I was told. When I stood up Mistress was smiling. Good slave, she said. Then she told me to brush my teeth and gargle thoroughly. Later Mistress smelled my breath and being satisfied,
told me to come to bed and put my clean mouth to good use.

 

A few days ago, late in the day, without any warning or explanation, Mistress led me by the chain into the bedroom. She then tied me to a chair after checking that I didn't need to use the bathroom. Once secured, she blindfolded me and told me she would be back in a little while and not to move. Then she put noise canceling headphones on me. I got the impression that she left the room right after that. As time passed, I wondered if there was nothing more than this planned. Sometime later I felt a breeze from the bedroom door being opened. Some minutes passed. Then I felt a hand stroke my hair. There was a pause of at least 15 minutes and then I felt fingertips touch my face. This was followed by a light touch above my knee, a gentle tug on my chain, a hand sliding over my hip, my inner thigh, and finally my genitals were stroked with the softest of touches. This fondling was repeated a few times, in no particular order. There was a pause between each touch so that I twitched in surprise at each new caress. Then the touching stopped as abruptly as it had started. More time passed. Finally Mistress took the headphones and blindfold off me and untied me. When I asked her why she did all that just to touch me, she said that maybe a better question would be, was that just her touching me? I was so caught off guard that I could think of nothing to say. She had to be messing with me. It had been just another of her mind fucks.. I think it was. She walked away without offering any reassurances. She knew that would drive me crazy.

 

Yesterday evening Mistress decided that she wanted to test the degree of secure chastity the chain gave me. Again she led me by the chain into the bedroom, tied me to a chair and blindfolded me. She told me that she was going to try to edge me, then give me a ruined O. I heard her put on the latex gloves and recognized the wet sound of lube being rubbed over the gloves. Soon I felt her hold the chain aside with one hand while she stroked me with the other. The pulling on the chain and the rattle that it made with each stroke was distracting but unavoidable. I felt myself begin to stiffen. Mistress took off my blindfold revealing a handsome blond man in his forties, casually dressed, holding my dick. She introduced him as Robert, a friend of Callie's. She had mentioned him to me but I hadn't expected the introduction to be made while he gave me a hand job. No matter how well done. Robert smiled, seeming a little embarrassed, and asked if he should stop. I wasn't sure who he was asking, but Mistress was. She told him confidently to continue. Before I could make a sound Robert resumed stroking me. He was no longer silent, saying things like, "That's it, honey, " and "You can do it, baby," It didn't take long for me to get what passed for hard lately. The chain seemed to suppress my getting a full erection. Soon Robert forced a groan out of me. He stopped stroking me, and thin cum began to spill out of my cock. Robert angled my cock so that it emptied into a juice glass held by Mistress. All I could do was watch this pathetic tableau. After Robert had squeezed the last drops out of me Mistress handed Robert the glass. "Say it," Mistress said to him. Robert held the glass to my lips and in a stern voice said, "Drink it." He tipped the glass up, both of them watching as I drank my own cum. Every drop of it. Robert carefully wiped my lips, my penis and my chain and disk with a napkin, folded it and put it in his pocket. The whole proceeding reminded me of a satanic ritual in a horror movie. It was that disorienting. I should have been deeply offended that Robert had molested me, but Mistress had told me there would be sexual contact when I met Robert, to which I had agreed. I had to admit to myself that I couldn't complain about something I had already agreed to. I decided to chalk this up to being part of my new life as Mistress' slave. After I was freed from my restraints, Mistress told me to pour all of us a glass of wine. We sat there drinking and chatting like old friends, as if something bizarre hadn't just taken place, Mistress and Robert on the couch, me at Mistress' feet. Robert said he thought I was going to get dressed. I told him that I wasn't allowed clothing at home. He gave a slight smile when he heard that. Mistress told him that it's the way she prefers me, as she casually stroked my hair, as though I were a pet dog. I asked Robert if that was him the other day. Mistress told Robert not to answer. As for tonight, Robert told me that when Callie had asked him to do her this favor he couldn't say no. It was too surreal not to take part in. Mistress said she hoped he'd come back again. Robert smiled and said he'd love to, if it was alright with me. Mistress told him I had no say in this, but that I may answer. I told Robert he was always welcome and that I'd be glad to see him again. Once Robert left, Mistress told me that she wanted me to be available to Robert under her supervision. lt seemed that I was in that situation already. I have to wonder just how far Mistress plans to take this.

 

Mistress invited Robert over for Saturday dinner. Mistress cooked and I served the meal, and we all had a pleasant, although slightly awkward, time. After I had cleared away the dishes, Mistress said that it was only fair that after the other evening, I make Robert feel good. Feeling that I had to say something, but couldn't think of anything, I walked over to Robert. He held my face between his hands and kissed me. I could feel my cock begin to stiffen, causing my chain to sway. Robert asked me if I wanted to do this. (Mistress wanted this so I wanted this.) I nodded yes and kissed him back, unbuckling his pants. He sat on the couch, guiding me to my knees between his spread legs. Oh, I was to do more than reciprocate the other night's handjob. I saw that Robert was shaved smooth, with a cock that was about 7" and of average girth, and that was at rest. I gave it a tentative lick and, encouraged by the gentle hands on my shoulders, did for him what I knew felt good, paying attention to his unspoken cues, being mindful not to neglect his balls. I felt his cock begin to swell up in my mouth. I lost track of time as I sucked and licked, determined to give him as much pleasure as possible. Eventually I felt him begin to tremble. With his hands telling me what he wanted, I kept sucking as he exploded in my mouth. I made sure I got every drop of his salty cum down my throat before I sat back. He pulled me to him and gently kissed me. It was then that the clapping began and I suddenly remembered that we were not alone. I had actually forgotten that Mistress had been watching everything. She had, in fact, sent Callie a live video of us. Robert whispered in my ear, "don't be embarrassed". Encouraged by this kindness, I kissed him again and then licked his cock and balls before pulling up and fastening his trousers. Mistress walked over and kissed me deeply, and whispered to me that she had never been prouder of me. I felt humble and very close to Mistress. Robert stood behind me and hugged us both. Later, before leaving, Robert kissed us, and gave my chain a couple of gentle tugs. He said to Mistress that he "wouldn't mind taking this one home". Knowing that I had made the two of them happy, in such different ways, was very satisfying. Mistress then led me by my chain to the bedroom.
The term ""New norm" is being used a lot lately. I started to wonder if this was to be my "new norm."

 

Yesterday was my birthday. Shortly after we woke up, Mistress used me for her pleasure. Afterwards I was permitted to cuddle with Mistress, my P.A. chained cock lying against her thigh. Mistress checked to see that I hadn't leaked while licking her. Satisfied, she allowed me to shower with her, for the first time in longer than I could remember. Later we took a walk through the park, me wearing the pink facemask Mistress handed to me. When we got back home I was surprised to find Callie and Robert waiting for us. Callie was wearing a black blouse, too tight black jeans, and army boots, while Robert was dressed for vacation in a hawaiian shirt, chinos and huaraches. After Mistress and I greeted them, Mistress instructed me to strip and bring everyone drinks. As I was used to being naked in front of everyone, I didn't find it uncomfortable obeying her commands. It was unusual being host, guest of honor, and servant at the same time. Callie was now wearing a spiked leather collar and leather halter top, while Robert was removing his shirt. I was surprised to see that he had both nipples pierced, in contrast to the image of mild mannered academic I had built up in my mind. Mistress ordered me to kneel and bend over the bed, face pressed to the mattress. As soon as I had done so, Mistress stretched my hands over my head and tied them firmly to the headboard. Callie stood where, with my head turned, I could see her; where I could see that she held the flogger she had given to Mistress. She ran the leather tails lightly across my cheek. Mistress said that each of them would give me 10 lashes to celebrate my day. They then moved around to the other side of the bed where I couldn't see them. Then the flogging started. The first set was fairly light. The second set was a little firmer. The third set started light and gradually increased in intensity. By the time they were done I was so sore I wouldn't have been surprised to find they had broken my skin. Mistress told me to thank them for whipping me, to say that I was a worthless slave and deserved to be punished. Once I had done this, Mistress told me that I would have some bruises to be proud of. She untied me. I realized they had no intention of telling me who had administered which set of blows. Robert handed me a glass of water which I gratefully drank. Then Robert stood in front of me and undid his trousers. Knowing what was expected of me, I knelt and pulled his trousers off. I put his cock in my mouth, and began to suck, gently squeezing his balls. Mistress stood next to me, petting my head while Callie stood behind Robert and began pinching his nipples. It looked painful. She encouraged me to do what I was doing while calling me insulting names. After what seemed like an hour he shot his cum down my throat, not releasing my head until the last drop landed on my tongue. I eased onto the bed, mindful of my tender bottom. I saw Callie absently fondle Robert's butt. Mistress handed me a slice of cake. When I had finished it, Mistress had me kneel. She, Callie, and Robert then stood in front of me and sang "Happy Birthday." After Callie and Robert had left for the evening, Mistress led me by the chain to the bedroom, telling me it was my turn to get my licks in.

 

Last Saturday Mistress told me that she was loaning me to her sister Callie to clean her house. Naked maid service. I figured I could do what was needed and be home in time to have most of the day to relax. No sooner had I entered Callie's house than she had me undress, and put on a frilly pink apron. I was told to hang my clothes in the guest room and begin cleaning. Apart from telling me what she wanted done, she ignored me. Once I had finished, I was told to take a shower. She gave me a slice of pizza and a soda for lunch. After eating, she told me to get dressed. At the front door she said, "You're dismissed," and let me out.
Once back home, Mistress had me tell her about my day. When I mentioned how I was "dismissed," Mistress stated that slaves aren't thanked for doing as they're told, and that I should know that. She then told me that she would call Robert to offer him my cleaning services. A little later Mistress came to me and removed my P.A., replacing it with the chain belt with the steel tube. So Robert had accepted my maid service. Mistress told me she didn't want Robert or me to be tempted to touch my cock while I was unsupervised. I was a little offended that she didn't trust my self control, but when Mistress locks my cock is her decision, not mine. It did feel odd to be wearing a belt again. Also a little comforting.

 

Sunday morning found me at Robert's doorstep. He opened the door to my knock and told me to undress in the bedroom. When I walked into the living room he took one look at the chain belt and commented that it something different. He said he guessed Mistress didn't trust him to keep his hands off me. Then he had me start work. No heavy cleaning was required, so he had me clean his stove "while I have you." Once I had finished he told me that Mistress had told him of my recent doctor visit and how we were told that my hemorrhoids weren't as bad as I thought, and if I took it slowly and gradually, I could have anal sex. I didn't see that coming. Mistress had given him permission to insert 1 finger inside me "to start you off." I asked if I had a say in this. He said that Mistress wanted it but he would let me decide. He added that if not now it would happen, and soon. Once again I felt it was easier to submit rather than protest. I told Robert I would do as he told me. Later, after an uncomfortable, although heavily lubed probing, Robert told me it would get easier in time, even pleasurable. He then had me get on my knees for what I now realized would be required every time we were alone together. He was, as usual, content to have me take my time bringing him to orgasm. Just like the previous day, Mistress had me give a full accounting of my day. She poured us both a glass of beer and toasted with "Bottoms up." She had a little chuckle over that.

 

This past week Mistress has made a project of "training your ass" as she put it. This began with her inserting a thoroughly lubed finger inside me. This goes on for about two hours 3 times a day. By Friday Mistress was able to insert 2 fingers without causing me discomfort. Saturday Mistress showed me a small butt plug which she had me hold inside myself for an hour. Sunday she had me hold the butt plug for an hour followed by a 2 hour break, and then begin again. This continued for the better part of the day. With my cock locked away, I'm not even certain if being penetrated arouses me, as the belt effectively neuters me. Mistress seems pleased with my "training" and has told me it will continue. If preparing me to have anal sex is what she wants, then so be it. I know my place is to obey my Mistress in all things.

 

I was let out of the belt last night freeing me to create something I think is unique, a revised belt, a hybrid of the full belt and the chains and tube. It has the security of chains combined with the tight steel belt that says "owned slave." Unlike the chains alone, the belt gives me a more submissive feeling and appearance, which Mistress fully approved of. We recreated some pictures previously taken only now with me wearing the new belt. Mistress said it's a definite improvement. She said she likes that it still keeps my penis tucked away out of sight and my backside open for use because she wants me to embrace my feminine side. She said that she wants me to feel how vulnerable men make women feel and to start me on the path of being gender fluid. She did not say what that meant to her, maybe being more at ease with Robert. She had me put on a pair of jeans and said that she likes that there is no ugly masculine bulge. I feel that I have changed but I don't know if I can be what she wants. I'm not even sure what she wants.

 

Today, for no obvious reason, Mistress put me in the pink cage with a numbered plastic lock. Then she told me that we had been neglecting my teasing. Mistress had me lay face up on the bed and tied me spread eagled. She stroked my skin, sometimes with her fingers, sometimes with her nails. Sometimes she held the vibrator behind my balls. Always she stopped in time to keep me right at the edge, to where I was desperate for release, actually squirming in need, but was shown no mercy. Finally she untied me, leaving me wrung out, throbbing in my cage, shaking with frustration. Then Mistress told me she was going to remove my cage and let me have an orgasm, unless I begged her not to, because I didn't deserve one. So close I was almost sobbing, but I had to beg her not to give me an orgasm. It was like my willpower had been drained out of me. She gave me a kiss on my forehead and told me to take a cold shower. That done, I am still feeling extremely horny, and find myself absently touching my cage, then pulling my hand back in guilt. As long as I'm locked and numbered, I figured I might as well include a photo of the lock and my Kindle showing the date. In a weird way I hope Mistress leaves it on for at least a month, as I would hate to have the lock cut off so soon. I feel comforted and loved wearing a cage.

 

update: Yesterday's tease and denial session really affected me. Laying in bed next to Mistress last night I was still so aroused that I kept having to get up and try to distract myself. It had been quite a while since I had been so thoroughly denied an orgasm. Denied over and over again. It wasn't until noon that I noticed my cock had relaxed. I can't fully convey how my whole being seemed to have been focused on my perceived need to orgasm. Obviously not a real NEED but it seemed like it at the time. It would be wonderful to be able to summon such focus and concentration in our daily lives.

 

This morning I woke up to Mistress fondling my balls and whispering explicitly about sex acts she wanted to do with me. I was squirming and air humping before I was fully awake. She suddenly took her hand away and told me to lick her pussy. After seeing the state I was in the other day, Mistress decided it would be fun to keep me aroused but frustrated all morning. Once I had satisfied her Mistress ordered me to make breakfast. With my dick still trying to get hard, I got up and went down to the kitchen, stopping just long enough to put on the apron Mistress likes me to wear. After breakfast was over Mistress had me sit next to her on the couch, telling me not to move or speak. She picked up a feather duster and brushed it over me, paying particular attention to my nipples and balls. I was soon breathing hard and trying to get erect again, but the cage always wins. Finally Mistress told me it was time for my anal training to resume. This time Mistress added something new. As she penetrated me with her fingers she used her other hand to fondle my balls. She told me she wanted me to associate penetration with pleasure. "Pavlov's ass, " I said. "Exactly", she said. "Pavlov's ass." I soon felt myself once again straining inside my cage. Damn you, Pavlov.
As Mistress inserted the butt plug, she casually mentioned that Callie sounded interested when she told her about my training. Yikes! She also told me she had discussed my training with Robert, who advised her that she proceeds very slowly so as not to cause me irritation or any damage. I told her slow is good. Mistress said that she had reassured him she was training me with a small plug and was being careful, that there was no hurry. Ah ha, so there is a definite purpose to this obsession with my ass! Unless there is no endgame and she's just amusing herself.

 

I woke up to Mistress shaking me. Once I was awake she pushed my shoulders down and told me to get busy. When we were done we eased into an uneventful day with Mistress giving me no extra chores, making it a fairly restful Friday. After lunch Mistress told me that it was rude of me not to offer Robert oral sex when we were together. I apologised, not having been aware that Mistress wanted me to initiate intimacies. The rest of the day was spent reading and playing backgammon. Robert came by around 7 for some coffee and cake. Robert surprised me by greeting us both with a kiss on the lips. He handed Mistress a bottle of wine which she told me to open. We passed a pleasant time, with Robert entertaining us with a harmonica. Later, Mistress and Robert relaxed in the recliners while I sat on the floor next to Mistress. She looked down at me and nudged me with her foot, reminding me of this afternoon's talk. Not knowing what to say, I got up and knelt between Robert's legs. I placed my hand on his inner thigh, curious how he'd respond. I was relieved when he stroked my hair, petting me. Encouraged, I carefully reached up and began to unzip his jeans. I looked over and Mistress smiled and nodded. I looked up at Robert and seeming to read my thoughts he said that here was fine. Robert helped me to pull down his jeans. Without being self conscious I proceeded to please him in front of Mistress. After I had finished and he had rearranged himself, Robert pulled me in for a gentle kiss. Mistress asked him if he wanted to spend the night, but he declined. A short while later Robert thanked us for a nice evening and kissed us good bye, reaching between us to briefly cup my balls. Later, Mistress told me that I had done well. She said it was now her turn for me to please, as she led me to bed.