Some of my slaves are very interested in chastity.

Sometimes that is on a voluntary basis for a week or two before a scheduled session. Sometimes they have done that in the past, and volunteer to do so again – perhaps with a desire to beat their previous record. Sometimes with a new slave, they mention an interest, or I somehow know that they are suitable candidates to be “chaste”. Clearly I cannot check their compliance with this kind of honour system. But I do trust the dynamic. Their interest is genuine, and their manifest desire to be chaste is obvious.

On other occasions I have been their keyholder. At the end of an initial session, I lock their chastity cage and send them on their way. I keep the key. That means they will stay locked up until they see me again – when I may (and I stress may) unlock them at some point during the session – before locking them up again. There are multiple factors to consider, such as hygiene, travel (the cage will show up at TSA), backup schemes (of which there are several). But this is a whole other level of devotion. Not many slaves are called to this – but I do so appreciate them.

Recently I have been using the honour system version of chastity with a new slave. They love to write. So I asked them to Guest Blog about it – which you can read below.

In their Blog, they also confess to a curiousity about how their being in chastity serves me? As it happens, that wasn’t something to which I had given much thought. It just was. Just part of my being a Domme - of being in control. But now their questions have started me thinking. Perhaps I will address that in a Part 2…?

Stay safe… 

Ms Emilie

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“Could you do that for me?” She asked demurely. I looked at my feet, gulped and said, softly, “Yes, I would like to do that.”

A Domme, with whom I had booked a session and was now having a video confirmation call, had just asked me – the first one ever to do so – to keep chaste for the two weeks prior to our session. I had never played with chastity before, never thought about it actively, but as soon as she asked, I knew it was what I needed. And wanted.

She then give me instructions to keep a journal of my feelings, fantasies and desires, and by the time the session came around, the journal was nearly 30 pages long. Denying my body on the outside had ignited my mind on the inside.

That was in 2019 and it wasn’t until two years later, during the second summer of Covid, that I took the next step, into the cage. With sexual interaction for me as for so many others curtailed for safety reasons to virtual play, a different Mistress, kept me from release for a full month; when I said I didn’t know if I could refrain further, she asked “would a device help?”

Thus when, a week before our first in-person session, Ms Oxford instructed me to lock myself until the meeting to ensure Id have “plenty of energy,” I felt…reassured. Ms Oxford had, instinctively, recognized my interest, my desire, even my need for chastity.

What is it that excites me about …not being able to be excited? This is a hard question to answer about not being able to get hard (or more precisely, to have my erection constrained within my body by the tightfitting cage.) Indeed, the sensation is part of the appeal, any swelling of the cock pushes the cage, pulling the attached base ring forward to press against my balls. A full erection creates a feeling of the balls being squeezed firmly. This pressure on balls already aching with fullness is, for me, delicious.

The visual appeal is intense as well. The drips and then the full bead of precum emerging from the front of the cage tells a whole story, a narrative of desire unfulfilled.

But the real intensity for me certainly is from the bond it forges with my key holder. Thinking of someone who has control over something so intimate, even if the person is far away, generates a feeling of connection that is reassuring in what can be a lonely world, especially one in which isolation has been so much a life due to the two years of the pandemic.

There are feelings of pride and worth, from fulfilling a promise, keeping a commitment. There are also feelings of need and dependency, sentiments that are for a submissive an essential part of one’s sense of self. As one who struggles with depression, being kept chaste helps me look to the future with optimism and hope rather than threat or fear, a key goal of much cognitive-behavioral therapy.

There is the vulnerability, especially if the chastity is in preparation for a session of tease and denial or other physical play. The sense of knowing that one is even more subject to manipulation and control, to a sacrifice of dignity and submission of will, out of hope and need for release.

There is the sense of being inspired by one’s own inadequacy, particularly strong when being kept in chastity by Ms Oxford. Serving a trans Domme who has such power, including the freedom to allow her own cock to achieve fullness and rigidity, while mine can only weep tears of precum and twitch purposelessly while caged, is perhaps the source of the deepest and most intense experience. 

There is, finally, the curiosity about how it serves Ms Oxford? What does it do for her as a Domme? As an empath, I have always found it difficult to relate to those who seek to hold power or establish dominance over others, whether they be competitive athletes, political leaders, professional supervisors, or in sexual sense. 

I can only wonder, is it the aesthetic appreciation of seeing a caged cock straining in the cage and dripping with precum? Is it the feeling of control and power over my mind? Is it the knowledge of my physical discomfort throughout the day? Is it for her own curiosity about how dependent I can be made to be through sustained denial? Is the anticipation of the extent to which I can be pushed outside my comfort zone through teasing, if and when she does see fit to release me from the cage?