chastetom

Need someone to lock me in chastity, to make me beg for it. there must be somebody out there who could make use of me as their no strings attached slave.

Single again.

i can't help but think i was not man enough for her, certainly not the natural dominant male that she needed. Although i am a bit upset she ended it, i can't help think about her with her new man as he fulfills her needs and satisfies her sexually in a way that i never could.

Now should be the time to lock away the pathetic worm so i can focus more on the sub i really am. i don't have the courage to self lock and need the forceful control of a Superior.

i am not a pain slut by any measure but i feel i need to be properly punished for the time i have been impersonating a real man before being, forcibly if necessary, locked into chastity.

Funny old life.

i finally meet a girlfriend who's into BDSM but turns out she's a commited sub where what i need is a Domme! As far as she is concerned, the idea of her dominating me is wierd! i go along with this as it makes her happy and i do find a pleasure in it but at the same time, i know to fulfill my true self i need to submit.

Here's an admission, i am rarely able to get and maintain an erection without the help of viagra. She knows nothing of this but it reinforces my feeling that i am not a real man, that i should be taken out of the sexual circulation with the use of enforced chastity. i enjoy sex and love the freedom to orgasm but accept in order to comply with my submissive nature i must surrender this at some point. When we have sex i fantasize about being bound in the corner of the room, my cock locked in chastity, as i look on watching her being thoroughly fucked by a Real Man with a proper working cock, or i fantasize about Mistress Clare locking me away with an evil glint in Her eye, punishing me for all those times i have disappointed women as i pretended to be a Real Man.

I fantasize about being locked into chastity. My Mistress and Keyholder taking ever further control by having me pierced and locked into a more secure and permanant device, having me tattooed to ensure my future obedience and being taken shopping for and forced to wear female underwear as a reminder that i am no longer a Man but merely a sub. This may be better off staying as a fantasy but having control of my cock taken away in a way that leaves me powerless and at the mercy of my Keyholder is surely where i have to be sooner or later.

i am not gay or would even consider myself bi but i also find myself fantasizing about being forced to pleasure men, to suck on their engorged cocks, the Keyholder reminding me that this is how i am going to experience most of my orgasms for the future. my mouth filled with their pulsing, spurting cocks as mine lies dormant and denied inside it's prison.

It feels wrong that i can experience the pleasures of a woman, it feels wrong that i can wank at my will, it feels wrong that there are no steel bars to restrict my erections and keep my hands at bay.

It feels more natural to have my cock locked in steel than free

one day...

although a lack of courage had prevented me from asking for another session i was (and am) still suffering from unfulfilled submissive yearnings and so recently i had an idea how to frustrate and humiliate myself

i locked myself in chastity for 4 days to ensure i was both horny and frustrated as well as increasing my submissiveness. (To do this i posted the keys to myself 2nd class, re-posting as soon as they returned). i then made an appointment to see an escort for an incall session. i didn't mention anything about D/s and went at the appointed time.

She invited me in, i gave her the tribute and she and offered me a drink, trying to relax me which wasn't working well as all the time i kept thinking i was soon to show my locked cock to a non BDSM person for the first time. She offered me up to the bedroom and as i follwed her up the stairs i couldn't take my eyes of off her. Funnily enough she was wearing underwear very similar to a set i have worn for Mistress. Once in the bedroom she sat next to me on the bed and asked what i would like to do. This was where it got a little tricky and i said something like because of what i was wearing this wasn't going to be what is probablyy a normal booking for her. She could see i was nervous and told me to relax, take off my clothes and show her. Everything came off ok except when i was left in just my pants. i started to think i had made a mistake and tried to think how to get out of this situation when she just reached out and offered to remove them herself. She was a little surprised to see my cock locked up in it's metal cage. After a couple of "wow's" she started to inspect it, the gentle handling of the device causing my worm to fill the device and start pushing through the bars. She then got me to lay on the bed on my back. At first she was concerned that it might be hurting me but i told her, though it might be uncomfortable and frustrating it wasn't painful (not entirely true but i didn't want her to worry). She asked about the keys and why i wore it and i told her. In fact i gave her a brief history of my visits to Dommes over the years and she listened intently often asking questions, sometimes shocked by the things i have had done to me and sometimes amused, even giggling, all the time her hands were carressing the device, their warmth further stimulating me.

i told her about my previous experiences in chastity, the constant aching and frustration and the rare opprtunities for relief and she seemed genuinely fascinated. i also found the courage to tell her that on the last three opportunities for sex i had failed to get or maintain an erection but never had the same problem in chastity which reinforced the notion that i am not a real man. i told her about Mistress Clare, the time i had enjoyed with Her before and how She had me dressed in sexy underwear upon arrival. At this she said i should have worn some for her but i told her it would have been too embarrasing to which she replied, 'more embarrasing than wearing a chastity device to a sure fuck?' She had a point! i told her about the proposal i had made to Mistress and why. She said that was a huge step and that i should think carefully before entering into such an arrangement but that it was obviously something that i wanted. Then with a laugh she said that if i couldn't get it up i might as well have it locked up! She asked why i had come to her and i told her that i wanted to enjoy the feel of a womans body whist denying myself the pleasures of a real man. i said that i would love to experience the feeling of my cock entering a pussy or being sucked on but that my submissive side dictated that i abstained from those pleasures.

We had been chatting for some time now, me, lying naked except for the cage and her lying next to me still fully dressed in her underwear but now she sat up and straddled me. At first she just sat on my chest stroking her fairly large breasts and inviting me to run my hands over her. She unclipped her bra and teasingly slid it away allowing her tits to swing free. i couldn't keep my eyes off them. She grabbed them and teased her nipples erect. She took my hands off of her and told me to keep them by my side before lowering her chest towards my face. She whispered to me that i was to keep my mouth shut and then rubbed her tits in and across my face, her nipples brushing frequently over my lips, my mouth obediently closed though i longed to kiss them and suck on them. After a few minutes of this delicious teasing shegot off me to remove her panties and for the first time i saw her sweet pussy, all neatly shaven. i couldn't move as i drew on the visual feast before me. She got back on the bed and once again swung her stocking clad legs over me but this time lowering that glorious pussy onto my now throbbing cock. As she rubbed herself over the device she started to tell me about what she would be doing to me if i wasn't wearing the device, if i was a real man which was a huge turn on for me. Like being cuckolded, She continued to allow me to stroke her legs and body but always moved my hands away if they strayed to close to her intimate areas. After a while of this she reversed her position before sliding back until her pussy was over my face. As she lowered herself onto me i could feel how hot an wet she was. i licked hungrily at her as she rubbed herself over my face. This continued for some time and then i felt the warmth of her mouth around my caged cock. It felt amazing but soooo very frustrating. i felt her tongue searching between the bars finding little pices of pulsating, yearning flesh. All too soon she stopped and got off me and urged me to 'take her from behind' as she got on all fours. i moved in behind her grabbing her waist and thrusting myself against her for all the good it did. Next she turned over and laid on her back, legs spread. 'This is what you could have had' she said and i lowered myslf on to her missionary style. i could feel her hands move down and grab the device, rubbing it into her again. She kept telling me that this was frustrating for her as well and how she couldn't wait until later when one of her well hung regulars was coming over to give her a proper good fucking, make her feel like a woman. In derision she said it was pointless me carrying on like that and told me to go down on her. After a few minutes of this she said quite sternly (her attitude had changed quite a lot and i wasn't sure if she was role playing or starting to really enjoy my suffering) that i was useless at that as well. Pushing me away she reahed for a large dildo and instructing me just to watch began thrusting it in and out of her sopping pussy, telling me if i could get hrd i could be taking the place of the toy. Eventually her whole body beagn to buck and she came loudly, her thighs gripping the dildo inside her as her body shook in pleasure. i looked at the sheer orgasmic pleasure on her face and felt pleased that she had enjoed herself. i had come along, paid her, humiliated myself, recieved no sexual pleasure but still felt happy because she had enjoyed herself.

She threw a robe over herself, though still smelling sweetly of sex, and asked if i had enjoyed myself to which i replied i had but it would have been great to have felt her breasts. She laughed and said they were off limits to me and only for real men. She added that she wasn't joking about her later appointment and that one of her well hung regular clients was indeed coming over later and that he would certainly enjoy himself. As i was about to get dressed she told me to give her my pants, not sure what was going on i handed them over. Completely out of thecharacter of the woman who had opened the door to me, she reached into a bedside draw, took out some scissors and cut them in half saying mens pants were only for men! She gave me the two halves and told me to throw them into the bin. As she pecked me on the cheek to say goodbye she grabbed my crotch and in my ear whispered,'think of me later'!

As soon as i got home, still high from the submission and frustration of such an intense experience i went online and ordered some a french maids outfit from Ann Summers as well as some panties and stockings to go with it.

That experience has served to make me feel less of a man than ever, reaffirmed that i don't deserve the pleasures of a woman and that chastity is a part of me that needs to be exploited.Today the outfit arrived and all fits!  Hopefully the day will soon come when i wear it in front of Mistress Clare, the Goddess who is never out of my head, who inspires me to be the submissive i need to be.

i am a genuinely submissive male. Over the past 20 years or so i have visited many Pro Dommes to fill my submissive need. my experiences varied but the best Mistresses have always been those who really enjoyed Their work. About 18 months ago i was lucky enough to discover Mistress Clare who ii have found to be one of the very best and it's no surprise to find She is lifestyle and really enjoys Her dominant role in BDSM.

Another great asset of Hers is that She is extremely intuitive and quickly worked out how to use me. She insisted that i wore slutty underwear to each session and also locked me in a chastity device.

Chastity has always been a draw to me since a Mistress introduced me to it some years ago. i was never really comfortable with the idea of sesssions with a Dominatrix as it was the Domme who was supposed to have the control but generally the sub dictated the session then left either sexually fulfilled or in a position to pleasure himself/myself later. But with chastity, when the Mistress holds the key, the submission continues outside of the session. Though obviously frustrating (as it should be) i found this level of control to be what i wanted. The only problem has been that still ultimately the power has been with me as when i found being locked up too much to bear all i had to do was cut the lock off. Normally this means that i cannot see that Mistress again but at least i have my freedom back. And so, i am ashamed to say, it was the case with my submission to Mistress Clare. Now, in the past this has meant that i moved on to find another Mistress but this time is different, i couldn't stop thinking about Her.

A year later with my submissive side needing to be fulfilled i contacted Mistress with a proposal. The idea is that is that She takes some humiliating photos of me then locks me into chastity. If i then decide to cut off the lock then the photos would be used to expose me for the pathetic sissy sub i am on Her website and here etc. Thus Mistress would have total control safe in the knowledge that i could not free myself without the humiliating consequences.

After an exchange of emails i booked a session with Her when the journey could begin but unfortunately at the last minute vanilla life got in the way and i had to go into work. After that i lost my bottle a bit.

Although i trust Mistress Clare, once She had the photos and had locked my cock into the chastity device there would be nothing to stop Her pushing any pre set limits, indeed, She would have the power to make me beg for those limits to be pushed and i wondered where it would end!  The problem is that Her having control over my sexuality is still very much what i need and for that control to be absolute is so very important. It makes me so submissive to think that once locked i would have no access to sexual pleasure without Her permission. i know She wants me to be Her slut and whore