Hello everyone. Miss Mira and I have a quick update for you.
I believe my last post wrapped up when I was heading to meet her at the local train station. When I got there, she told me to snap a photo of a clock as proof that I’d arrived on time. Unfortunately, the picture showed I was running late—a fact that made Miss Mira quite cross. We hopped into the car and drove for a bit without knowing our destination, which kept me curious until we finally pulled up at the end point.
Miss announced she needed a riding crop to use as punishment. She chose to visit a local horse shop rather than an erotic boutique, adding another layer of humiliation to the situation. We tried to act like ordinary folks so as not to embarrass bystanders. At one moment, while no one was watching, she pushed me into a corner and tested the whip on my bottom. Then we carried on.
Although these posts focus mostly on our sexual dynamic, it’s important to remember that we lead normal lives with careers, a child, and a dog—two people deeply in love.
We are still new to this scene, so we’re careful not to rush or push too hard. We both stay fully present in the game. We’ve spent hours online gathering inspiration and knowledge about our subject. Every day brings fresh information; some of it is useful for us, while other bits aren’t quite right.
It’s fascinating how many people jump from zero straight into extremes, whereas few seem to treat this as an extra spice that lasts just a few weeks or months. Miss found a book titled Male Chastity: A Guide to Keyholding and asked me to buy it for her. As a good slave, I did immediately. She’s already read through most of it and finds it very helpful, especially in understanding the chaste male mind. Since she started reading it, I’ve noticed significant changes in us both.
Miss was off work on Monday and Tuesday, using that time to process her feelings about the concept of chastity. When I returned home from my job, she was quite emotional. We spent a few hours talking—discussing “that” matter along with everything else. She didn’t seem sad about what had happened; instead, she appeared more confused by discovering this new side of herself and how taken she is with the idea of having me locked up.
Eventually, she decided I needed a long massage while we continued our conversation about the past week’s lessons and experiments. The whole scene aroused me greatly, especially considering I’d been locked away for the previous week as she teased and denied my sexual relief.
When she noticed my cock leaking precum onto the bed sheets, she concluded that the massage was over and that it was time for a lesson. She positioned me on all fours on the mattress, shackling my arms and legs to keep them still. Using her new riding crop, she whipped my backside thoroughly. Afterwards, she whispered that she would milk me.
I began moaning loudly. I felt nervous because this was uncharted territory for me, and knowing it would be deeply embarrassing (though I’m not entirely sure why—perhaps just the nature of the act). She inserted a finger into my tight rectum but removed it shortly after, declaring that she had decided to let me have an orgasm instead.
I felt incredibly relieved yet happy. However, before I could release anything, I had to lick her until she was satisfied as a woman. When I finally got permission to cum, the experience was wild and intense… I nearly collapsed from my spasms.:) Thank You Miss Mira!
Time passes—it’s been a few days now. The thought of my Miss, our orgasms (both hers and mine), her body, and her love continues to arouse me.