Locked by my Girlfriend Archives

Mistress met me at the door.  She had me strip down to my panties in the foyer.  "Locktober is almost over Pet." She said in a sexy tone as she handed me a pair of black stilettos.  She had me kneel as she put on the heavy steel collar.  

She clipped the clasp of the metal dog leash in the D-ring and started to guide me up the stairs.  I resisted a bit because I like the way it feels when she tugs the leash.

My sissy clitty drooled into my panties as I watched her walk up the stairs in front of me.  Her ass swayed in her short leather skirt.  Her heels made such a sexy clicking sound, rhythmic and intentional, much more coordinated than the noise of mine as I stumbled to keep up.  

Once in the bedroom, she guided me to my knees again. I stared up at her confidently holding my leash.  In her other hand, she held a crop.  She reminded me that as her pet I should look down and wait for her permission to look her in the eyes.  I blushed and looked down.  My clitty twitched and strained against its confines.  

I could feel my heart beating in my neck as blood rushed through my carotid arteries, compressed by the thick collar, tightened to the magical tension between being Mistress's pet and passing out.

Her whisper sounded like heaven as she repeated the phrase, "Locktober is almost over Pet."  I felt excitement at the thought of being unlocked.  I also felt some sadness at the idea of release though.  

"You know, that NOvember follows Locktober don't you Pet?" she asked.  "Yes, Mistress" I responded in a submissive whisper.

Mistress explained that we although we talked about releasing me on November 1st to have a full orgasm (we had negotiated that she would give me a blow-job as long as I agreed to some french kissing immediately afterwards) she thought she would like me to ask her to delay the release until November 5th.  

She explained that she would prefer to ride my cock until I orgasmed and then ride my face until she did.  Mistress felt that I should have a proper size load saved up for such an event, and considering she had just milked my prostate a few days ago, now was not the time.  "But, I think it is up to you Pet." She said very convincingly.  

"You may look at me now Pet, tell me that you do not want to cum on the first, beg me to keep you locked up longer." She said laughing a little at the end of her sentence.

I looked up to Mistress; her eyes lit up as she waited for me to say the words.  I stammered a little as I started to speak.  She pulled the leash a little forcing me on all fours.  "Please Mistress, I beg you not to let me cum.  Please, Mistress, make me wait for as long as you wish.  I don't want to cum; I need to be chaste, I carve to serve you."  The words fell out of my mouth like they were meant to be said.

Mistress smiled, walked around behind me and asked, "How many days do you want to be locked up Pet?"  I hesitated.  She used the crop to remind me she was waiting.  "For as long as you please Mistress!" I yelped.  

"That isn't an answer Pet." She said calmly as the crop landed square on my left ass cheek.  "November 5th Mistress!" I replied with the sound of pain in my voice.

Noon on Locktober 15th, the halfway point for Sissies everywhere.  

This morning I woke up to find a post-it note on the toilet lid.  It said, "Fresh vegetable juice, toast and an Americano."  So, after completing my immediate task, I hurriedly made my way down to the kitchen.

To my excitement, I noticed a pair of black stilettos placed quite apparently for me to wear during my task.  Even more exciting was the thigh-high sockings which Mistress had placed in each shoe.  It felt so sexy pulling the stocking on and slipping my feet into those heels.  My cock was dribbling into my panties by the time I stood up in my slutty heels.

It always turns me on so much to make Mistress breakfast, especially in heels and stockings.  As I made my way up the stairs with her food, the sensation of the stockings rubbing together on my thighs and the balancing act of the heels made me more aroused than ever.

I knew the look on her face when she said, "Upstairs now Pet." I immediately dropped everything and marched up to the bedroom.

I stripped myself naked, the rule when I see the bondage gear laid out on the bed.  I knelt down and put my hands behind my head.  

Mistress smiled as she came into the room.  She put the hood on first.  Pulling the laces half tight before shoving the cock gag into my mouth.  She pulled the laces tightly to make sure the rubber penis was locked firmly into my jaw.  The leg cuffs and ankle cuffs seemed to slide on if by magic, and before I knew it, I was spread eagle on the bed.

Her hand guided the lube to my sissy hole, and after one finger slid into my ass, it was quickly followed by the eros prostate stimulator.  After almost ten days of chastity, the pressure on my prostate was exquisite.  I felt the pre-cum drool from my metal encased cockhead.  My clitty strained in its prison as Mistress pulled the restraining straps tighter against my ankles.  

A moment later I felt the pressure on my penis disappear.  My clitty became my cock again, freed from its metal prison.  

Mistress waisted no time, using my now streaming precum as natural lube she began teasing and toying with me.  Using her hands, mouth and various toys, she alternated between softly masturbating me and slapping my balls.  She was merciless as she edged me over and over until I lost count.  She taunted me asking if I was ready to cum yet?  I nodded wildly to her laughs and a further assault on my manhood.

It was at least an hour before I felt her start to apply pressure to the eros.  Manipulating it by pressing it hard against my prostate and then releasing it.  With one finger she was simulating a gentle pegging, holding my cock head lightly just under the frenulum with the thumb on her other hand.  It was only a few minutes before I felt the familiar warm sensation at the base of my cock.  She has milked my prostate.  I felt the spoon she used to collect my seed slide through the warm liquid.   The salty fluid soon made its way through the opening in the cock gag as Mistress giggled and taunted me again, "Oh no, sissy sucked her cock so well she made it cum real semen." her words followed by a hard slap on my balls.

The cold steel of the cage was quite an awaking as Mistress forced my erect cock back into its cage.  She kissed me deeply as she removed the hood.  She smiled and said, "Good Pet."  As she slid the keys around her neck, she pulled my face to her crotch.  She was dripping as if she has just gotten out of the bath.  I made her cum multiple times before she pulled my hair and told me to stop.  

We fell asleep intertwined, cuddled together on the bed.  

I thought she forgot.  I honestly believed she didn't remember Locktober.  Well, maybe she didn't remember as much as elected not to participate.  The vanilla world has been a bit busy, kids, work and travel have been sort of tumultuous.

She didn't though as evidenced by the bright pink panties and the handwritten note on the bathroom counter.

"Panties On.  Cage... On! Happy Locktober Pet."

The note was exciting and would ultimately make it hard to start Locktober.  It was a cold shower and some concentration that finally got me into the metal ring.  We ordered a new cage for this event.  The "Tight Squeeze III" from "Toys for Naughty Boys."  It arrived just in time for Locktober.

I handed Goddess the keys, and as she smiled and snatched them from me I wondered just how the next thirty-one days would play out?

The pink thong planted nicely in my ass felt so sexy as I turned to leave Goddess.  Leaving to go out to the vanilla world to do a mundane task seemed so much more naughty knowing my cock was locked and encased in bright pink nylon.  

Locked by my Girlfriend

It was only a few months ago that Sundays were all about sports. One small metal chastity cage later and Sundays are all about fresh muffins and foot massages.

The Barista smiled when you said "Goddess", she blushed when you said "Humble Slave," but when she noticed the distinctive key hanging around Goddess's neck the glint in her eye said it all.  

Wearing a pink thong to work may not seem like a big deal at first, but then you find yourself distracted all day wondering if your shirt is un-tucked.

A few days ago your wife surprised you by throwing out all your boxers and replacing them with panties.  Today you instinctively sat down to pee and the sight of YOUR silky purple panties you were wearing reminded you how much of a sissy you are becoming... Instead of getting upset, your clitty got hard.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw the note, I have 20 minutes to get to my meeting, and these are all I have to choose from...