I sometimes need an entire day with one of my regular slaves to check on his long-term chastity devices and to ensure that he is maintaining the correct attitude of abject submission, total devotion, and constant worship towards me.
Over the years this slave has spent more time locked into his various chastity devices than he has ever spent enjoying the sexual freedom of an unlocked cock.
That is, of course, just how the natural state of things should be, and the encouraged chastity is merely a way of ensuring that his life runs smoothly and without all the potential disruption of him needing orgasms or any form of the sexual relief that used to plague his existence before he surrendered his body to his Mistress’s total control.
His chastity helps this slave to maintain discipline and focus and allows him the mental freedom to think of a higher cause – i.e., ME!
Even so, I find it useful to summons him to my side occasionally for a day of multiple layers of bondage and rigorous submission to reprogramme him afresh, and to make certain that he never forgets the duties he owes in gratitude for my controlling his life and his persistent sexual urges.
Naturally, his repeated appearances in my premises over many years brings their own challenges to me. I like to ensure that each visit brings him new challenges, new positions, new humiliations, and new ways in which he can demonstrate his submission in ever more novel ways.
On this occasion I started him off with the rare treat of the removal of his chastity device and the chance to be strapped down on my double bondage bed.
It was gratifying to see the devotion light up in his eyes when I produced the Venus magical wanking machine and told him that I had selected a suitably sized masturbation tube to be suctioned onto his cock whilst he lay helpless in front of me.
He has long known that the only safe space in life for him to have an erection is with me, and they must be accompanied with painful electrics and other torments of my choice.
There are good medical reasons for this protocol of Mistress-control. In past he has tried to live with some degree of freedom for his cock and that inevitably sends him down the wrong path in life. Naturally, before any treat like that took place it was essential to add multiple layers of bondage across his body and to remove both his sense of sight and sense of hearing.
As the day unfolded and the reprogramming of him as my mindless chastity drone continued, there were numerous positions in which he could be teased almost beyond the point of human endurance.
The insertion of a catheter on my Super Boomer medical chair meant that there was no need for him to worry about being released even for a bathroom break and we could continue for many hours more with his cock steadily stimulated by electric current from my E-stim boxes.
This need for growing frustration is one of the reasons why I require the chance to have him under my direct control for so many hours in just the one day.
However, there came a point where his balls could suitably be drained… although he then had to be put back on a second wanking machine so that he never fails to associate the pleasure of a milking with total control from me.
This next position was on the BDSM Laboratory floor where his green rubber body bag and black hood looked good on my black PVC mattress. I felt he needed the application of some serious sucking time from the Serious Kit automatic milker… set, of course, at a suitably frustration speed over which he had no control whatsoever.
You may find it odd that over the course of such a day there is still time for the occasional moments of conversation between us.
In one of those chats we worked out that he had been mostly in chastity for the past 15 years of serving me.
Of course, that still leaves many more years of chastity to come: something he will need to cope with as the years unfold!
