Two Weeks In

Two weeks in.  That's how I'll begin marking this chastity journey with Ms Constance. I won't count the number of days left, because if I do, I'll drive myself crazy with the waiting, and besides that, it's something I have no control over anyway.  I do know how long it's been though, and even though it's in the past, it's a time frame solid enough for me to grab onto so I can use it for a reference.

It was two weeks ago today that the chastity cage first got locked on.  I actually suggested it myself, because Ms Constance had been telling  me how much she loved chastity play, and I knew that if it was ever going to happen, I'd better be ready for it.  I knew I'd have to get myself used to the cage again because I hadn't worn it for about 5 years.  From my previous experience, I thought I would need a minimum of about 2 weeks to get my tender areas stretched, toughened up, and used to the stresses that come from wearing one of these things 24/7.  And so I thought I'd wear the cage until I heard something more definite from Ms Constance.  In the meantime, she was doing a masterful job of pushing my buttons, while at the same time dragging out my anticipation while never telling me anything definite. Aside from the physical discomfort of the first week, I still felt that I would continue to condition my body for another week or so, and then unlock and remove the cage until such time that Ms Constance decided that it was time to play.

Just as the first week was coming to a close, and without warning, Ms Constance shifted gears and flat out told me in an IM that I was NOT to remove the cage without her permission, and that from that point on, all decisions were hers alone.  Those two simple little statements were all that it took to completely shift my perception from whatever had been normal up until then to that of a sub who had just given up all control of everything to my Mistress, all within a space of about 30 seconds.  Ms Constance, that was neatly done, and I'm still in awe of how quickly and completely you managed it!

We had a phone call the very next day where she explained all of her rules and what she would be expecting of me. I've already mentioned that call in my previous post, so I won't revisit that here.

 It was then that I made a discovery about myself that I never expected.  I knew that I enjoyed chastity play from when I did it a number of times with Ms Grace in the past, and I knew I loved the giving over of control, but I'd also assumed that because I enjoy bondage, I must've also loved wearing the cage. What I found out was something completely different though.  During that first week, circumstances dictated that I was not able to chat with Ms Constance for a few days, and the strangest thing happened.  During that time I found I was not liking the cage at all.  I hated the discomfort and the inconvenience of it.  I was ready to take it off, and I would have if not for the fact that we were finally able to be in contact once again.

So I was not in an "I Love The Cage" mindset then, but when she made her move and clamped her control down on me, everything abruptly changed. I know this analogy has been used many times, but it's true, it was like the point in the Wizard of Oz where the movie changes from black and white into color.  The physical discomfort and all the little inconveniences seemed to vanish, and were replaced by a high that is almost indescribable.  Because the only difference between week 1 and week 2 was that Ms Constance took control, I'm sure now that I never really liked physically wearing the cage at all. It's the act of surrendering myself to her control that makes it so satisfying for me. The cage is just a physical object that represents that surrender.

And so, like I said before, I'm two weeks in.  At this point I'm holding steady, and the physical discomfort is fading more and more each day.  I know that the longer I go, the mental aspect will become much more of a factor, but I think I can handle that, because I'm in the best of hands. Ms Constance is a wonderful Mistress and I'm happy as hell to be hers.  I'm also thrilled that she's getting as much out of this as I am.  I just wish I could give her more.  I'm really enjoying her hands-on approach and because of that I'm not concerned right now about how many more days I have left to go.  Sure that will probably change in the future, but right now, I want to go wherever she wants to take me.

I'll give you all another update in a few more weeks, unless I have something earthshaking to report.  I should also say thank you to all the Mistresses and friends who have been encouraging me in the early stages of this project.  I really do love and appreciate you all!  :)

little bitchass

Bitchass's Breaking News!

I just finished a call and wanted to let everyone know, and it became official this week, that I am now under the supervision and control of my Mistress, Ms Constance. I'm also in lockdown, with my junk owned by her, retroactive to last Saturday, March 15.

At this point, all I can tell you about the length of the lockdown is that the earliest I can get out will be June 1.  After that, whether I even get let out or not is completely the decision of Ms Constance, because I agreed to turn over complete control to her.  As for what I get out of it, I get to be associated with an awesome Mistress, and I also get to feel that yummy feeling of giving up control to her.  The fact that she digs that part is an even bigger plus for me.

I've gotta say I'm thrilled to death to start on this journey with her. I know it's gonna be difficult at times, but I'm gonna try my best to go the distance.  I've gone that long once before, but it's a big unknown after that.
So, if I start acting really weird, or at least any weirder than usual, there's probably a good reason for it. Wish me luck, everybody...

*Tosses car keys to Ms Constance and gets in the passenger seat*

little bitchass 

The Meeting

For Chapter I, go here

For Chapter II, go here

Chapter III

 It was an uneasy ride up to the 13th floor with Miss Christine.  She stood between me and the door, facing me and still slowly tapping the cane against her thigh like she was daring me to make a break once the elevator doors opened.  I briefly considered doing just that, but the sight of her awesome legs made me realize that if she ever got those thighs locked around me, she'd probably squeeze the life out of me like one of those big snakes I saw in that "Jem Of The Jungle" movie.  Besides that, my legs were still throbbing from the whacking she gave me, and I wasn't sure that I'd even be able to straighten them out if I needed to jump up and scram out in a hurry.  And so I decided I'd better not make any waves, and stayed sitting quietly on the floor of the elevator.

"Ding"

OK, we're here. Let's go. Up and at 'em.  And stay close so I can keep an eye on you. You're only cleared to be on this floor with an escort. 

I started to chuckle about her "escort" comment, but got serious again when I saw she still had the cane in her hand.

I struggled to my feet, my knees barely cooperating.  As soon as Miss Christine moved away from the doors, I could see a long hallway extending out in front of me, with what looked like offices on each side of the hall. I limped along behind her as she led me down the hall.  My balky knees were just starting to loosen up a little when we stopped in front of a door with a sign on it that read, "Cock Radio".  A voice from inside the room seemed to be in an animated and spicy discussion with somebody.

Miss Christine shoved me out of the way and knocked on the door.

Yeah? Who the fuck is it?

Empress Constance, this is Security Chief Christine.  The visitor that Headmistress Ally told you about is here to see you.

I'm on the fucking phone right now, but come the fuck in.  I'll fucking be with you in a minute.

Miss Christine opened the door and pushed me inside, stepping in behind me.  She parked herself right in front of the door, blocking any chance of me making a clean exit.. A real dish with blonde hair, who was obviously Empress Constance, was on the blower with somebody.

If I can't say fuck on Cock Radio, then when the fuck CAN I say fuck?  Besides, I do NOT constantly say fuck on my program!  What the fuck do you fucking people think I fucking do up here, for fuck's sake?

She slammed the horn down hard enough to crack walnuts and then turned her attention to me.

OK, so who the fuck are you again? Do I know you from fucking someplace?  Christine, what the fuck does this fucker want again?  Oh yeah, never mind, I fucking remember now, you're the fucking dick that's gonna find my fucking snitch for me!

I took a few steps forward and extended my hand.  I instinctively ducked when out of the corner of my eye I saw Miss Christine's arm come up to brush a wisp of hair away from her face. 

Hello Empress, I'm Girl Friday. I understand that you've had a little problem with a stool-pigeon, and I'm just the right dick to find your perpetrator for you.

Oh, right!  Yeah, why don't you sit the fuck down, and I'll fucking fill you in on the details.

I pulled out the chair beside Empress Constance's desk. I flinched again when I saw Miss Christine shift slightly in her stance, but I gingerly sat down, cracking sounds coming from both knees.

So, Empress Constance, what's the down-low on this?  I've never heard your show on the squawk box before, so I'm not sure where to begin.  From what I've heard so far, there's been somebody who's been flapping their gums to the FCC about some salty language that you allegedly use on the air. And you maintain that these allegations are completely untrue. Am I right so far?

Fucking A you're right! Everybody around here fucking knows that I NEVER use that kind of fucking language!  And that goes for my day to day activities as well as on this fucking radio!  It's just not fucking true!  I don't know where some fucker came up with those fucking lies about me!  This really fucking sucks!  It took me a long time to build up my fucking reputation as a sweet and soft-spoken Empress, and now some fucking fuckstain is trying to fuck all of that up for me!     

After I'd picked up my jaw, which had just fallen on the floor, I snuck a quick look back at Miss Christine, who just looked back at me with a slight grin and gave a little shrug of her shoulders.

Well Empress, I think that about says it all. It's very clear to me now that these allegations are obviously groundless.  It's also clear to me that our next step should be to determine if the snitch is an insider or an outside client.  Do you have any idea who might have reason to try and take you and the whole EE organization down?

I don't fucking know!  I fucking talk to hundreds of people here every fucking day!  I suppose it could be fucking anybody!

How about enemies?  Can you think of anybody who might have it in for you?

Now why in the fuck would I have any fucking enemies? Use your fucking head, Friday!

I started to feel like the meeting was going downhill fast, so I tried employing a calming tactic that I learned in PI school.

I'm sorry, but I have to ask these tough questions, Empress.  It's the only way we'll get to the bottom of this unfortunate business.  I think what needs to be done next is to interview some possible POIs. That's Persons Of Interest, in layman's terms.

I know what that fucking means!  Get on with it!  I've got a fucking radio show to do in a few fucking hours!

Well, I guess we should start grilling some people and see if we can get somebody to sing.  Who would you suggest we start with?

Miss Christine volunteered that she saw Ms Cooper in the office earlier in the day and that maybe if we left chop-chop, she might still be on the floor.

Good fucking choice.  Let's go!

And with that, Empress Constance, Miss Christine, and I beat feet down the hall to conduct our first interroga.... umm... interview.

(to be continued)

Girl Friday