Ideas for crazy or extreme things to do with the key to your chastity device?
She should have it melted down and turned into a toe ring.
More realistically though, here are some ideas we’ve either thought of or tried ourselves.
She could freeze your key in a glass of water in the freezer so it’s stuck in a block of ice and takes some effort to get out. If she puts something else in the water and takes a picture of it once it’s frozen, it will be easy enough to compare and determine if the glass has been tampered with.
She could put the key in an envelope and mail it to her own address so it’s out of your hands for a few days.
Once I “accidentally” left the key to his chastity belt at a female friend’s dorm, a girl I knew he found attractive, and told him he had to go fetch it for me if he wanted to be unlocked. She didn’t know anything about our kinks but I imagine it was interesting for him having another woman hand him the key to his device.
Chastity is all about playing with control and flaunting it. Try to find new and exciting ways to accomplish that.
I want to add that destroying the key is the actually the least extreme thing you can do because it ends the control aspect of the relationship.
Without the key she has no power to let you out of the cage and thus there is no power over you. Her way of letting your cock out is the same as yours: break the lock off. She cannot promise time off for good behavior, she cannot agree to let you change cages, she cannot even take it off so you can shave the base properly. The destruction or total removal of the key renders her the one thing she does not want to be— Powerless.
Likewise in the case of any form of emergency you’re still back to that tried and true “break the lock” but with additional dangers of having, say, EMS having to cut the lock off.
Fantasy =/= reality.
So, what about those times that you come when he says “not yet”? When you’re close, you ask permission, and he does not say yes? Maybe you asked too close to your orgasm, hoping he’d say yes immediately and you wouldn’t have to wait. I know that there have been times where Rb has said “yes, come”, and it just disappears and we have to work for it all over again.
So maybe I waited until I was close… and maybe when he did not say yes I had to shimmy my body away from his pressing tongue. And I could feel my muscles tightening even as I tried to suppress my orgasm. It was the worst orgasm. I didn’t even enjoy it. It was so out of the ordinary that Rb, standing and crossing the bed to stand over my head, had to ask “did you finish?” I sheepishly said yes.
Well. Hand in hair, dragging me to my feet, coaxing me to my knees, and tugging my head back - the collar went straight on. What was meant to be a sweet treat for me turned into a moment of discipline.
On the bed, Rb fucked me hard. And it was new, it was a different feeling than the rough sex that we usually engage in. While I can sense that generally his goal is to pleasure the both of us, this time I could tell that he had no care for my own pleasure. This fucking was a chastisement for my indiscretion. It was hard and fast, almost too much - the bite I felt with each thrust was bordering on painful. I know this was for him, but I loved it. I loved that he was taking what he wanted from my body. I was the instrument of his pleasure.
So, what about those times that you come when he says “not yet”? And then he tries to punish you, but you just end up enjoying it anyway?
Then he says “next time you’ll get a spanking” - and you smile. Because you’d love nothing more than a firm, hard, tear-inducing, behavior correcting spanking.
Do you call yourself a masochist?
Well, not really. I know I’m not.
I call myself a submissive; I call myself his. To give him pleasure is my pleasure, even if his pleasure is my pain. To give him my body to achieve his end is my pleasure. To endure his admonishments to better please him is my pleasure. He is my pleasure. I am his.
He fucked me hard, I didn’t come, and then he went down on me. Mercilessly. He was not teasing, he was aiming to make me come when I wasn’t sure I could do it. I was also afraid he’d say no because of my earlier mistake. But my god, it was one of the best orgasms I’ve had. He later told me he planned to say no when I asked to come, but that he allowed me to finish as a gift. It’s been a while since I’ve come. He saw I needed it, and didn’t want my horrible, held-in orgasm to be what he left me with.
And as a girl who learns from her mistakes, I walk away with this: I will no longer wait until I am *this* close to my orgasm to ask permission.
Hey guys, so I went to visit Girlfriend/Mistress again from Tuesday-Thursday.And we did hot sexy things :)
I wore my cage for her all day, and that was frustratingly hot; I kept having to re-adjust it, especially as we were out walking a lot, so it didn’t stay in a comfortable position, but that just kept reminding me of it, and it was hot.
So, once we were back at hers, I handed over my spare key, and was totally in her power, something very scary but sexy. She then teased the hell out of me, played with the cage, made me strip to just my cage and panties (it is so hot to be stood in front of a fully clothes woman whilst wearing just a chastity cage and pink panties) and then gave me a chastity blowjob (I had never had one before, they are incredible! Seeing her lips wrap around the cage, but not feeling it, feeling just the slightest bit of her tongue on the head as it goes into the hole at the end. Its such a good way to tease!)
And then she made me lick her to a few orgasms wearing it, which again is a brilliant feeling! I thought it would let me just focus on her, but feeling my cock try to get so hard and be stopped just makes me more aware I’m locked for her, which just turns me on more. But me being turned on more means I lick her better, and I love giving her orgasms!
And then feeling her unlock me, such a sense of relief. Feeling her hands unlock me, knowing I’d been a good boy, its a surreal, hot-as-fuck experience.
And then we had mind-blowing sex. I can’t even begin to describe how hot it was, and how good it felt, especially after being locked up all day and not cumming in 5 days. I felt exhausted and drained, but had such a post-orgasm high.
However, we’re taking a break from the Dom/sub side of things for a little while, I think it was just mixing too much with the relationship. Just to say that the blog posts are going away for a while, but hopefully they’ll be back soon.
Most simple harnesses like the Pentagram Harness and the standard chest harness all work pretty good, the Karada is the classic tie for under cloths though. Look up flat knots and wear looser and less see through things and you should be good, that is unless thats the whole point!
I have all the tutorials up on http://howtobdsm.tumblr.com/
(I went back and reread this. I think my point in a TL;DR way is this: whatever you are facing right now is something you will get through eventually. And like all the things you’ve gotten through: you’ll be stronger for having lived through it.)
About a few years of coming back from a close friend’s death, a failure, a parent’s death, a parent’s cancer (and remission), and watching what you thought you wanted slip away from you.
Never ever think that you have control of everything. Learn to find peace in the fact that you don’t and it’ll still be ok at some point. At some point, it will be ok.
You know what? This is all of what I want to tell people when they ask how I’m so relaxed. Peace comes from riding through strong storms. That annoying positive saying about the sun still being there despite the dark clouds blocking it? It’s true. It’s annoying during the storm and doesn’t seem helpful. It doesn’t mean it’s not true. Idk. Maybe I didn’t learn peace so much as I’ve learned patience.
Maybe being calm and less anxious isn’t some magic trick of breathing and letting go. Maybe it’s just practicing patience.
I’m rambling, but at least once a month I feel the need to have this discussion with myself.