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Prissy stop staring..we’ll have to do something about that.  Go clean the kitchen and then straighten up my room, after that night with Joe it really needs it.

Prissy get back here, you forgot to curtsey.  I swear you must love that cage, everyday it’s simple little rules that you can’t follow.  So from now on instead of one day for a rule broken it’s five days..that means you’re at 10 additional days  today and it’s only 10:00 AM.  We’re going to need a calendar to keep track of this, your lusting is going to be the end of you.

Remember my offer stands to put you in that smaller spiked cage, you’ll need to be convincing for me to let you wear it.  Ok enough small talk, back to work…

Jesus Prissy forgetting to curtsey again..mark the calendar.

What's the longest relationship you've ever had with a boy *without* locking him up forever?

Not long enough! I think longest-lasting boy was three boyfriends ago. He lasted about three months before curiosity got the best of him. He was a pretty big talker and loved to make fun of the boys I keep locked. Motorcycle dude. You know the type. The more he learned about what I do to boys, the more hilarious he thought it all was. In fact he got in trouble several times in the court of Agni because he kept mocking the guys who came to see me for their unlocking.

We were messing around after dinner one evening; he was naked and trying to get me off the computer and into bed. While he waited, annoyed, he absentmindedly fiddled with the cage that I keep on display. He was pretty familiar with it because he loved to twirl it on one finger and grin like a wolf any time a locked boy was present.

Him: “I don’t think I’d even fit in one of these things.”

Me: “You would.” I was only half aware of him, busy with my work.

Him: “How do you know?”

Me: “I’ve personally put that thing on hundreds of dicks. I know exactly what size of dick it fits.”

Him: “Are you saying I have a small dick?”

Me: “I’m saying you’re a big dick and that you have an average sized penis.”

Him “No way…”

He put it next to his flaccid penis, sizing it up.

Him: “See. I’m too long.”

Me: “By a quarter inch. That’s just the right size.”

Him: “It’s not wide enough.”

Me: “It is.” I went back to my emails.

I didn’t notice what he did next. After several minutes he sort of huffed.

Him: “Huh. I guess it does fit.”

My attention was suddenly yanked from the computer.

Me: “You didn’t!”

Him: “What? I just wanted to see if it would fit. I didn’t lock it.”

Me: “Jeff! It doesn’t matter! You put that on your dick! It already changed you. Your brain is being rewired so fast right now and you’re just sitting there. Take it off! Now!”

Him: “Ha ha! Whatever! I’m not like one of your idiot circus freaks. I’m just messing around. Sheesh.”

Me: “Then why haven’t you taken it off?”

Him: “Because it bugs you that I’m wearing it. It doesn’t hurt and it’s not hurting anything.”

Me: “Of course it doesn’t hurt. It feels fantastic, doesn’t it? It feels like nice cool grip on your cock.” I slid from my computer chair to sit next to him on the love seat. I ran my hand up his leg toward the cage. “Jeff, if you don’t take this off now I can’t be held responsible for what it’s going to do to you.”

I remember his face in that moment very clearly. It was the face of pleasure drunkenness. He was trying to macho if off but the dumb little smile and dilated pupils told me what I was afraid of. It was too late for Jeff. He snorted at my assertion but still didn’t take the cage off.

Me: “And if you think that feels good, you have no idea. You haven’t really experienced it until you feel the cool metal ring slide behind your balls. There’s nothing like it. With the whole thing on it feels so snug and so perfect.”

He turned the ring over and over in his hands, considering my words.

Him: “No, I know what you’re doing. No thanks. I’m bored. Can we have sex now?”

Me: “Sure! Just take it off, Jeff.”

Him: “You take it off.”

Me: “Jeff, I know you want to feel the ring. You’re going to start getting hard any second and it’ll be too late. Now or never, Jeff.”

Him:  “Fine! But then we have sex.”

Me: “Sure.”

He slid it around the base of his cock and I helped him close it up without pinching him. I put the lock in the hasp but didn’t lock it.

Him: “It actually does feel pretty good.” He adjusted the cage and hefted it. He played with it a little, jiggling it and bouncing it to get a feel for it. “Kind of like a really deluxe cup or something…but better.” He stood up to walk around in it. He hopped a bit and jogged in place. I remember giggling at naked Jeff jogging in my living room. “It’s sort of heavy but it’s amazing how it hugs the body. I thought it would fall off but it’s just, bam! Just right there.”

Me: “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Him: “Actually, yeah. Feels great.”

Me: “You don’t want to take if off, do you?”

Him:  “I could wear it for a while if I had to.”

Me: “Could you? I don’t know, Jeff. You aren’t exactly the patient type.”

Him: “I’m patient! I put up with you, don’t I? I could wear this for a long damn time.”

Me: “You couldn’t last two days in that thing. You’re not as strong as the weakest of my boys.”

Him: “Not strong?! Care to make a bet?”

Me: “Sure! Two days. No asking for release. If you make it I owe you twenty bucks and a blowjob. If not, then you wear if for a weak.”

Him: “You’re on!”

I motioned to the lock and he snapped it shut. I could see the little latch in his brain flip at the same instant, as if that was what made the “snap” sound. He got that drunk-looking vacant expression as he tugged at the cage, that face that I love so much, the expression of a man who is slowly coming to grips with the fact that he no longer has access to his favorite member, the realization of true loss of control.

Me: “Ok, now on to the sex that I promised. And since your cock is occupied with his new metal girlfriend I guess you’ll just be going down on me this time.”

You already know what happened to Jeff, don’t you good reader? He didn’t last two days. He lasted about 18 hours before he begged me to take it off so he could “nut”. I don’t think he even realized he was losing the bet when he did. It didn’t help that I wore yoga pants and a low-cut, tight-fitting top around the house the whole weekend and kept bending over in front of him with every opportunity. Woops!

Jeff and I stayed together for another month but his love affair with chastity grew out of control faster than he expected. By the time I finally let him down easy, he didn’t really even care that I was breaking up with him. All he seemed to care about what that I continued to be his keyholder to help him through, to support him in his transition to extended chastity. I was glad to do it and to add his key to my collection–just another locked boy.

PS: I’ve been seeing a new man lately. We’re taking it very slow. So far he’s lasted a couple months without succumbing to the lock. Root for him, guys!

PPS: Hey Jeffy! You say you don’t have a tumblr account but I know you perv me on here all the time. I hope your new metal girlfriend is treating you well! I do miss your cock on occasion but not nearly as much as you do.💋

Control and Capitulation

Yes, Darling… That’s right. Keep thrusting for me. Maybe the orgasm that you so crave is just around the corner. Maybe you will be able to bring yourself to the brink and find that glorious release you are aching for. 

Such a pity my hypnotic bonds around your wrists have reduced you to merely being able to grind your engorged and aching cock. My strong bonds around your mind that you simply are bound in this position with only one means of stimulation. 

Feel yourself dropping deeper and deeper with each thrust, each clench, each whimper of frustration. Because as you mindlessly grind, you further embed my control deeper into your beautiful, susceptible mind. 

Feel my control supplant your own thoughts. Because each thrust, each moment, each moan you take my control, my thoughts, my words as your truth. 

That’s right… Keep thrusting, my Beloved. You’re doing so well for me. So perfect in your surrender. So easy to allow my voice to envelop you in care, and arousal. There is no greater pleasure that the release of control. No greater pleasure than to let go and to be led.

Deeper and Deeper now. Deeper into my voice. Deeper into submission. Deeper and Deeper into my thoughts, my words, my guidance.

Because, you have been listening to my voice paint pictures in your empty mind now for hours. And I have no intention of stopping until your subjugation to my voice is final; your surrender complete, your sole purpose to fulfill my wishes. 

In trance or awake, my voice compels you. Awake or asleep, my gentle control seeps into your very core of existence. Awake or asleep, you follow my instructions without hesitation, without filter, without thought. 

And when you follow my instructions, you please me. And when you please me, you become aroused. And when you become aroused, you become compelled to obey more, follow fully, surrender more deeply. Because you know how much you please me… and pleasing me, pleases you. And so the cycle continues. 

So, Yes, Darling… Keep grinding. Keep thrusting. Keep obeying. Because maybe… Just maybe you will reach that point of surrender for me that you will find yourself on the brink. And maybe I will release the hypnotic bond on your orgasm and you will find yourself in the bliss where my control and your capitulation become one in the same. 

Kelley was always amused by how agreeable men became once she had them snugly secured on her custom designed rack…..

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