Has It Really Been That Long?

The Chastity Queen

This journey began in the early days of 2014, when I started to become close with Ms. Constance, the gorgeous Mistress that you see over to your left.  As time went on, I started hearing bits and pieces about how Ms Constance liked chastity play and control.

Now, I had dabbled in chastity play during my previous stay at LDW, and even had a few fairly extended stays in my pink CB2000 chastity cage, so I wasn't a total stranger to the process. I started to see blog posts that got me to thinking I might like to try it again, but I really wasn't thinking of anything long-term. And so I dug out the old cage and cleaned it up, and gave it a few trial runs of a couple of days each to see if I could still tolerate it, and eventually wore it for a whole week.

Then, one day while reading some of the Ladies' blogs, I came across this seemingly innocent little post in Ms Constance's blog. The farther into the post that I read, the more I started to remember what it was that I liked so much about chastity when I did it before, and that is giving control of my orgasms up to someone else.  The more I read, the more I became convinced that I wanted to give this control to Ms Constance. I was getting more and more excited and the post was dropping me into subspace. The urge to experience chastity again was getting stronger and stronger.  After some blog comments and instant messages between us, Ms Constance said that we could do some chastity play in the future, but at the same time, she never gave any indication that she might want to lock me up any time soon.

One thing that I did ask her was that if she ever did lock me up, I'd like to have the opportunity to at some point break my own record for my longest stay in chastity, which was 78 days. All she said was, "consider it broken!"  Knowing what I know now, if she'd been on a webcam, I think I would've seen her face light up and her hands rubbing together.

So, I thought it would be a good idea to be ready for when she decided that she wanted to lock me up.  When I first got the cage, back around 2007 , it had taken me a few weeks of wearing it to get myself broken in and stretched in the right places, so I decided on my own to wear the cage for another full week.  Things went fairly well, with some minor discomfort here and there, and near the end of the week when I was a day away from taking it back off, I was in an IM conversation with Ms Constance when she suddenly shifted gears.  She told me that from that point on, I was not to take off the cage again without her permission, and that all decisions involving me were now hers to make.  I was also told that I was not permitted to rub through the bars or manipulate the cage in an attempt to get off.  I think I was in shock, and floored by how quickly she moved on it.  Just that quickly, I was now her chastity slave and found myself without any say in anything that happened from then on. She told me that from now on I could only make requests, and that she would consider them.  She now owned not only my clitty and balls, but also the rest of me as well.  The whole process happened so fast that I almost didn't know what had just hit me.  All I knew was that it felt like all of my hot buttons had just gotten pressed hard at the same time.

The next day I did a call with Ms Constance where she instructed me on the rules that I was expected to follow.  I then removed the keyed lock and replaced it with a plastic lock with a serial number on it, and then read the number on the lock to her.  I was told she'd be checking on that lock from time to time to be sure I hadn't tampered with it or replaced it. She preferred that I have a webcam, but since I didn't, she devised another way to verify that I was complying with her rules.  She would send me an email every day containing a short phrase like "I love being locked up by Ms Constance".  Every day's phrase was different, and I was expected to write it down on a small piece of paper and place it next to her caged property, and then I was to take a closeup photo, with the lock clearly visible, and email it to her.  The photos were in high resolution so that she could zoom in and see any tiny detail that looked suspicious.

During the call, she also told me that she was going to give me credit for the week that I'd been in the cage before she finally took control.  And so, my official starting date for my lockup became March 15, 2014.

Things went rather smoothly at first.  I had no real discomfort other than some pulling on the ball sack because it hadn't had time to stretch out very much yet.  That was to be expected though.  I'm a little fuzzy on the timeline of what happened next, but the honeymoon lasted about 3 weeks before I noticed that some of the glued plastic joints in the cage were coming apart. Maybe they'd been that way for days and I'd just not noticed it before.  At any rate, movement in the tip of the cage is a bad thing, and it was obvious that it was only going to get worse and possibly come loose altogether.  I tried to think of any possible way that I might be able to fix it, but eventually came to the conclusion that it would have to be taken off.

I immediately emailed Ms Constance to tell her the bad news.  She replied right away, and after I explained the situation, she told me it was no problem, go ahead and take it off and try to fix it before it broke completely and cut me.

I can't explain how much of a disappointment it was for this to happen, already 3 weeks into the lockdown period.  I was concerned that it might disappoint Ms Constance, and also I was disappointed that the goal we were looking at had just disappeared.

I also had to ask if this meant that my day counter would be reset back to zero.  Ms Constance told me no, that she was not stopping my denial, just doing a little cage fix.  I was told to keep myself smooth for her and was not to touch anything until we could find out if the chastity device could be fixed or not.

I did a little research and decided that I needed something that would bond securely and not be affected by exposure to water and bodily fluids.  I settled on trying a solvent bond, because you use a solvent that actually melts the plastic a little, so the bond is not made by glue, but actually by "welding" the plastic pieces together.  I saw a solvent in the list that I knew we had at my job, and so I brought home a tiny bottle of it, a syringe to apply it with, and a few clamps to squeeze it together for a couple of days while the bond fully cured.  After that, I cleaned the cage and told Ms Constance that it was as ready as I could make it.  And so one week after I had to take off the cage, I was back in it again and after telling Ms Constance the number on the lock, it was snapped closed and I was happily locked up once again.

We got back into the daily routine again, until about 3 weeks later, when I felt some movement again in the same location as before.  The repaired section had come loose again.  I was allowed to take off the cage again to try another repair, switching over to "no-touch denial" while out of the cage. I already had all the supplies on hand, and so the repair was completed after only 4 days.

I'd been needing a call with Ms Constance, but she flat out stated that I needed to have the cage repaired before I could call her, but that I could leave it off until the call.  And so, after 8 weeks of denial and only a day after finishing the repair, I was on the phone with Ms Constance.

I described that call in a previous post, and so I won't go into all the little details here, except to say that I was allowed to edge 3 times by rubbing my clitty through my panties, and then just before our time was up, I was told by Ms Constance to stop and put the cage back on and lock back up.  I read the serial number off the lock to Ms Constance and then snapped the lock closed, holding the phone near the lock so that she could hear the click.  I have to say that getting that close to an orgasm (3 times, no less!) and then having to lock back up was a hard hard thing to deal with.

And so we went back to our daily routine, emailing the proof of lockup pics every day.  Then, just a few weeks later, I was cleaning the cage and felt movement again in the tip of the cage. You guessed it. It had broken loose again.  I asked Ms Constance if I could try to fix it one more time, but she told me to leave it on and see if it would make it through until the end of the lockup period.  I had no idea how long that was, but she's the boss, so I went along with her decision.

For the next week or so, even though the end of the cage stayed attached, the broken joint would spread apart whenever I'd have an attempted erection, and when the erection subsided, the two pieces would close back up and catch a piece of skin between them, which pinched me and caused really severe pain until I could get my hands down my panties to try and spread the pieces apart and pull the skin back out of the way.  This was not a very good solution for while I was at work, and so I needed to try and find a way to keep the parts from spreading apart without taking off the cage again. Luckily I found a workaround, which was to put a small, nylon wire-tie around the broken joint and tighten it to keep the two pieces from being able to spread apart.  It wasn't very elegant looking, but it seemed to work and the painful pinching was stopped.

Enjoy your retirement, old friennd...

Ms Constance was happy that I was able to resolve it, but she decided that she'd had enough of the tired old cage, and if and when we did another lockdown, the old CB2000 was going to be retired and replaced with a brand new stainless steel cage.

A Jail Bird in my future?

After the latest setback, everything seemed to calm down and we kept going forward until we got close to my old record of 78 days.  Ms Constance was not giving me any clues as to how long I would have to stay locked up after that, but she has also told me in another conversation that she liked to unlock people on round number days, which I took to mean 80, 90, 100 days or more.

Around he time that I was getting close to the target date, I was informed that in order for me to have any chance at being unlocked, I needed to buy a webcam and install it on my computer.  At the same time, I was starting to have a lot of crashes and bluescreens on the computer, and lots of issues with my XP operating system.  Because XP was now unsupported, I now had to upgrade my computer and install Windows 7 before I could even think of adding a webcam.  This process dragged on and on, and I finally go the new system up and running at about the 90 day mark.

Once the new sysyem was up and running and seemed to be stable, I went out and purchased a webcam and installed it.  I did a trial video call with Ms Constance to make sure it worked, and once it was confirmed, we set a date for a real call on the following Saturday.

When that Saturday finally arrived, I'd been locked and denied for 106 days, but to be honest, I didn't know what the exact number was until Ms Constance asked me and I had to count them up on the calendar.  We set up for the call, and at long last, I finally had Ms Constance on the line, and she was able to see me on cam, which I hoped would satisfy one of her conditions for my release.

Once we got started, Ms Constance checked me out on the cam and made me do a few twirls for her in my dress, thigh highs, and heels, and lift my dress so that she could see my panties.  I had worn a plain white pair to match a bra that I was going to wear, but decided against at the last minute because the white straps didn't look right under the shoulder straps of the dress.  I learned that wearing plain white panties during a call with her is a big no-no, and that I'd better wear something more colorful or fancy next time.

Then she walked me through learning a proper curtsey for her.  Then she asked me how many days it was since I got locked up, and here's where I hesitated, because I wasn't totally sure of the exact number of days.  We both counted up the days on our calendars and came up with the same number, 106.  She told me that she'd let it slide this time, but the next time I'm in chastity, I'd better be ready with a number when she asks me.

She then asked me if I had some things handy that I would need if she decided to release me.  I needed to have something to cut the lock, and also a container for catching any cum that might be allowed out.  I also might need lube.  Luckily I was prepared and had a pair of wircutters and some lube nearby, as well as a small condiment bowl from the kitchen.

I was told to get closer to the cam and take off my panties so she could see the locked cage and verify that the number on the lock matched the number in her records.  Once she confirmed it was the same, she told me to go ahead and cut the lock while she watched.  I figured at that point that I was either gonna be allowed to edge and then lock back up, or that I might actually be allowed to cum before the call was over!

She said to go ahead and take off the cage and cuff ring. This would probably be the last time I'd ever do this with the CB2000.  I can't describe how good it feels to slide out of that cage after being locked up in it for any amount of time.  I had some trouble getting the cuff ring off, but I was finally able to pull everything through once I put a little lube around it.  What I really wasn't prepared for is how much my clitty looked like it had shrunk, and that it didn't start getting hard from feeling the cage slide off.  Maybe that was from being on cam for the first time, I don't know.

Ms Constance then told me to sit back in my chair, put my legs up on the desk and spread them.  This turned out to not be very comfortable for my leg muscles because of the heights of the chair and desk, so she told me to just put my feet down so I'd be comfortable.  Then she told me to go ahead and start rubbing on my clitty.  It still wasn't responding very well, so I asked for and got her permission to lube up. She told me to go ahead and lube whenever I felt the need.

Things felt a lot better once they were lubed up, and I rubbed away while Ms Constance started a tease that pressed one after another of my buttons. My reluctant clitty slowly started to come around and I started to get hard, which made the rubbing feel even better. She wanted to hear me moan louder and also to moan her name as I rubbed myself into a frenzy.  I don't remember how long it took, but I eventually felt like I was getting close to the point of no return.  If Ms Constance was going to tell me to stop, we'd better not wait much longer to do it or there's be no stopping except for a possible ruined orgasm.  I told her how close I was getting, but I think she already knew.  After pushing me as close to the edge as we were gonna get, Ms Constance surprised the hell out of me and told me to get my little bowl ready, and to go ahead and cum for her into the bowl!

I rubbed hard and fast and that pushed me right over the edge.  I started to cum and vaguely remember getting the bowl where it needed to be, while I experienced one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had.  I involuntarily leaned back in the chair and threw my head back and enjoyed it until it was over. I'm not sure now if I did anything else or moaned loud enough or not, but Ms Constance can probably tell you more of the details of what went on while I was cumming than I can.  I just can't remember much else that was going on while I was leaned back in ecstacy.

I finally got to the point where I started to come out of it and was able to sit back up in my chair.  I felt like I had a constant surge of adrenaline going through my body for some time after it was over.  Ms Constance even had to ask me if I felt OK, with no chest pains or anything.  I felt good, just totally spent and buzzing like a bitch!

After I came back to my senses a little more, Ms Constance informed me that it was lucky that I'd been prepared with something to cut the lock with, because if I hadn't, she would've just kept me locked up until the next time I called.  I'm supposed to be prepared with whatever we might possibly need for a call, or I'll just have to do without it.

When I was able to think a little more clearly, Ms Constance also informed me of a few things that she expected me to do on a regular basis.  One was that she wants me smooth for calls and that I was to keep up better with my shaving.  I'm to shave every 2 or 3 days instead of letting things go to where it makes it difficult to do once I get around to it.

I also need to get in at least an hour a week of heel training, since she noticed that I was a little unsteady on them during my twirls and my curtsey lesson.

I'll need to get some fancier panties as well, and will need to work on that soon.  She also thinks that I need more jewelry to wear, like bracelets and necklaces and such, so we'll be working on that too.

My hair will keep getting longer and longer because I'm still not allowed to get it cut.

Whenever I'm allowed to edge or have an orgasm, I have to eat whatever cum or pre-cum is produced, and I aslo have to moan Ms Constance's name during the orgasm.  These are two conditions that have to be satisfied any time I'm allowed to cum in the future.

And then our time was up, but before we closed the call I was told that since it was Saturday night, I would be completely free and allowed to have as many orgasms as I liked until Sunday night at midnight.  After that, it was back to "No-touch denial" until further notice.  I was also told not to mention that I was unlocked for a couple of days so she could be the first to announce it during her Kink Korner show the following Wednesday.

And then we said our goodnights and disconnected.

I sat there and relaxed for awhile as Ms Constance had suggested, and thought about things for awhile. The main thing was to wrap my head around the fact that I was free for the time being. After that, I just reflected on how our whole relationship had progressed from the time she first took control.  Some may not understand this, but in case you haven't noticed, I crave being owned and told what to do. I love the feeling of handing over my right to decide what's best for me. I love having her decide what clothes or jewelry she wants me to wear.  I love the control that she exerts over my sexual needs.  And above all, I love that she enjoys having this control even more than I love handing it over to her. 

As things settled back down, I was in denial for a few days and then Ms Constance changed it up to being allowed to edge for 30 minutes each day, but no cumming is allowed. I think the edging is designed to keep me in a super squirmy condition for as long as possible.  The 30 minutes was increased to an hour a few days later, and as I write this post, I'm now to edge for 2 hours starting today.  As a special gift to me, I'm actually going to be allowed to cum after the edging, as long as I "clean up" the cum afterwards.

And what does the future hold in store?  We'll just wait and see what Ms Constance decides as we go along.  One thing I've learned about Ms Constance is that she's not going to let me know too much about what's coming up until she's ready to make it happen.  Until then, I'll just continue on as her happy little slave.

l.b.a.