This is a continuation of slave a’s trip down the rabbit hole of devotion to Me. To celebrate this…I had him go through TSA with his chastity device on… among many other things. It has been pure bliss watching slave a evolve. What once was never thought of, has now become his reality. Enjoy:
Celebrating One Year of Sweetly Sadistic Bliss
Miss Victoria Cayne has pushed and stretched me as a submissive further than I’d ever imagined. For each new torment She’s inflicted upon me, I’ve felt the rewards in my service to Her tenfold.
It had been nearly one year since I first began serving MVC, and my life had already been transformed in so many ways.
One year ago, I could never have predicted that I’d be granted the honor of serving such an amazing Domme. Or that I would find my cock locked in a steel cage with the keys safely in her care on the opposite side of the country.
The last time we had played together was in San Francisco. MVC had left me completely denied, and I had left Her with the keys to my cage along with a self-addressed envelope to do with as She pleased.
When it came time to fly from LA to New York for a two-month gig, I found myself inside a TSA screening room haplessly explaining to the two officers that I couldn’t remove what had set off the body scan. After being forced to show them the offending metal object, it was hard to tell who was more embarrassed: them or me.
After arriving in New York, I still had no idea how long MVC planned to keep me locked. Until then the longest I’d ever been caged had been a little over a week. Surely she’d release me before our next planned session over four weeks away! But alas, days quickly turned to weeks, then torturously to over a month!
The cage ensured that I woke up each and every morning frustrated and straining and with my submission to MVC on the forefront of my mind.
When would the key arrive?! I checked the mail daily, but who knew if Mistress had even sent it.
At a certain point, I was so mind fucked that I almost wanted to stay locked. It had been so long that it seemed like it would almost be unceremonious to be let out before the next time I saw Mistress.
As our one-year anniversary approached, I finally caught sight of the envelope in my mailbox. The key once again in my possession, I frantically emailed: “Is it ok if I unlock?” Her quick reply left me completely crestfallen: “Absolutely NOT!”
I’d never felt so desperate in my entire life…
The evening of our anniversary, I got another email from MVC:
“Happy year. What are you doing tonight?”
Quick segue to me collared at home with a Bluetooth butt plug filling my ass. I logged into the app for the wearable toy, and before I knew it I was being totally anally dominated by MVC from across state lines.
MVC: “Every time you get excited you know you are to lick it up for Me.”
me: “Yes, Mistress. I can already tell this is going to be more intense than usual after all this time locked.
It’s not the first time MVC has controlled me this way. Over time, I’ve begun to learn the names of Her favorite patterns to torture me with when she isn’t assuming direct control of Her toy. Names like: ’10 Minutes of Hell’ and ‘Moan. Scream. Repeat.’ Each one more torturous than the last—leaving me breathless and panting.
me: “I’m so hard, Mistress. I’m completely pressed against the bars of my cage.”
MVC: “It’s only going to get worse. But it is all for me.”
For over two hours, MVC expertly worked my ass over with the toy. I was so desperate for release, but Mistress was unrelenting. Instructing me to edge with two fingers with what little stimulation I could muster between the bars of my custom steel chastity cage.
MVC: “Now at 2am on the dot, while you remain locked, you are to bring yourself to orgasm. Clean it up. Then when you have finished and are still locked let Me know”
me: “Yes, Mistress. I will do my best. I’m so close—but I’ve never managed to cum while locked before”
MVC: ”There’s a first time for everything. If it doesn’t happen at 2am on the dot, no orgasm and you will remain locked. You can’t cum, you are denied. And if you cum at an inappropriate time, you will remain locked.”
I feverously tried to bring myself to orgasm as instructed. I was so wonderfully edged and so desperately close! It had been over five weeks and I wanted to cum more than anything. But the cage was too restrictive. If only the plug stimulated my prostate a little more directly or I was able to get more direct vibration on the cage.
I lay defeated on the bed in a pool of my own sweat as I meekishly confessed to MVC my failure. As punishment, Mistress continued to dominate me with the plug with some of the most torturous of the vibration patterns in her arsenal.
After all the weeks in chastity and the hours of generous attention and brutal torment, I was granted mercy.
me: “I’m sorry if I disappointed You”
MVC: “You are to get on your knees.”
me: “I am so grateful to be Your toy.”
MVC: “Take the key and unlock.”
me: “Thank You, Mistress.”
MVC: “Take the cage off.”
me: “Yes, Mistress”
MVC: “you will cum now.”
It felt like the cum had been ripped out of me. Intense pleasure gave way to painful sensations I’d never felt before as parts of my anatomy went into shock after not having been used for so long. It felt only fitting that my pleasure should come at a price.
MVC: “Happy anniversary!”
me: “Thank You!!!! Happy Anniversary, Mistress!”
I feel asleep with a smile on my face, Mistress’s collar on my neck, and endorphins buzzing through my blood. I was completely used and totally owned and so very grateful to be Miss Victoria Cayne’s slave.
It wouldn’t be long at all before I was locked back in chastity—completely helpless, and right where I belong.