Many slaves talk about their desire to be kept in long-term chastity and suffer the pangs of endless frustration in order to please their Mistress: but few manage to fully embrace that challenge and suffer in ways that might please me.
I was glad, therefore to be able to ‘reward’ one of my most loyal slaves who presented himself at my new West London BDSM Laboratory after a long period of his own personal sexual lockdown with his cock securely caged in a chastity device and with balls aching for a release that, for him, never seems to come – or perhaps I should say ‘never seems to cum’.
I immediately decided that his reward was to be my ‘rubber doll’ for the day and test out the capabilities of my new bondage equipment and toys to the full.
The delight for me in having such a chastity doll is that the devotee concerned is instantly transformed into a faceless object; a doll to be used and abused as I wish knowing that chastity has increased what this slave considers to be his devotion to his Goddess.
Naturally, all of my slaves are only here for my amusement, but knowing how long this guy had been suffering in chastity made it even more fun for me to slip the rubber face hood in place and reduce him to an inanimate object… a plaything for his Mistress, secured in a virginal white, rubber bondage suit to match the pristine white surroundings of my BDSM Laboratory.
First order of the day was to unlock his long-term chastity device and offer him at least the teasing promise that today might just be the day that his enforced chastity ended with an orgasmic release.
The problem for my slave was of course that pity doesn’t live in my BDSM Laboratory, and the chances of him being granted relief were always going to be vanishingly small.
But there’s always hope, isn’t there? And he must have been full of lust as I attached electrics in all his tender places and began a process of slow machine masturbation to raise his frustration levels through the roof.
There had to be severe bondage to curb any tendency he may have had to touch himself, and so he was soon in a leather cage suspended from my ceiling.
I have to say that with his rubber doll hood, short blonde hair pinned back from his face and with his staring bright blue rubber eyes, he made an attractive little play rubber doll as he swung gently in total suspension, gripped by multiple leather straps and unable to move a muscle to protect himself from my less than honourable attentions.
Then it was onto my double bondage bed for him in order that he could be strapped down flat on his back, and more electrics could be bought into play.
I decided to try out a selection of various male chastity devices, all of them different from the one in which he spends much of his sexually frustrated life.
With each change of device and each new discomfort that the unfamiliar pressures caused I allowed just a brief spell of more masturbation to increase his desire even more.
If you are thinking that after his long spell in chastity and his constant teasing, I finally allowed my devotee to enjoy an orgasm… then you just don’t know your Mistress very well, do you?
When I judged he was at breaking point then it was time to fit the cruellest chastity device of all: an electric beauty that held him secure and will keep him that way until I decide differently.
“This will increase your devotion even more,” I told him. “Cope with it… off you go now… Goodbye”.
The perfect end to the perfect Day of the Doll.
