Victoria Cayne

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More Fun with J

This dear toy of Mine has been serving Me for many months. He strives to be the best toy for Me he can possibly be, in and out of scene. His devotion to Me is exquisite and deeply treasured. Each and every time, I make sure his bottom matches his equally rosy cheeks, which I manifest by erotically embarrassing him… thank you, J!

Before I begin my praise of Miss Victoria Cayne’s beauty and skills in discipline, I want to thank her for her recommendation of Wreck n Roll’s beard oil. I purchased Public Enemy No. 1 Beard Oil based upon her comments on Twitter. I only needed to see that it “excites and pleases” her and I was placing my order. Miss Victoria Cayne’s taste is impeccable! This product is of very high quality. Smooth, fragrant and comfortable to apply. It contains vitamins to soothe the skin and a tobacco fragrance to lend a masculine scent among the traces of almond and avocado oils. www.wreckroll.com

I am enthralled with Miss Victoria Cayne. I’m anticipating some well deserved discipline from her in a few weeks in Boston. My past sessions with her have instilled in me a sense of awe in her ability to inflict pain and discipline with a caring follow-up. Her spankings are thrilling and punishing. My bottom, under her firm hand, is reddened and stinging. She orders me into a very submissive position when inspecting me and preparing me. I have never felt so vulnerable as I do at that time. Embarrassed, exposed, lying still while awaiting her is an experience that I look forward to with timid and excited anticipation. My surrender to her is exquisite. I know that in my upcoming session, my lack of consideration in the past will be dealt with severely and it is my need to accept it and embrace this act of corrective behavior before moving on as a humbled submissive devoted to her. I hope to emerge from her discipline and pleasure in exposing me completely as a better person and client of hers. Pain and humility lead to respect under proper tutelage and I recognize my good fortune in being allowed to be taught and reformed by Miss Victoria Cayne.

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Roleplay with J

I have been playing with J, for many months now, and although I have pushed them very far in many directions, this was the first time we opted for a role play…it continues below…

Be careful what you wish for 😉 Thank you so much for the fun time always, J.

“The door creaked open, and I heard the shoes march in before I could do anything.  Sure enough, her biting words rang out; “Oh my God, what are you doing?!”

“N-nothing” I say, frantically trying to put my hard cock back in my pants, while pausing the porn video I had up on my computer screen.  The secretary had walked in on me at the worst possible time.

“That doesn’t look like nothing,” she said to me harshly.  And then, to my dismay, she moved forward, seizing control of the situation.  Confidently, aggressively, she demanded “Show me what you’re watching.”  Despite my racing heartbeat, there was no escaping things now.  She was right by my side, leaning over me to see the screen.  She saw the video there, with a dominant woman bending her submissive over.  My face turned beet red with embarrassment, and I begged her not to tell anyone else in the office what she had seen.  She knew – she now held the power.

Her words bit into me again, resonating deep within me, causing me to tremble with fear, humiliation and arousal: “If you want me to keep quiet, then we’re going to do this my way.  You’re going to tell me all your fantasies, and I’m going to use them against you.  Now, strip!”

With no other option but to obey, my clothes were off and I was there to serve Miss Victoria, praying that I would perform well enough that she wouldn’t turn me in to my boss.  I revealed my fantasies. And true to her word, each of these became reality.  Miss Victoria discovered my stash of sissy clothes in my bag and made me dress for her.  She bent me over the desk and punished me, repeatedly spanking me.  My ass cheeks turned red while she forced me to watch more of the porn video and describe what I liked about it.  As words tumbled out of my mouth, Miss Victoria’s hold on me grew stronger, giving her still more information to hold over my head, to humiliate me, and make me do as she wished.

Next, she moved me to the bed, restraining me and locking me into place.  After further punishment strokes, I was allowed to rub and massage Miss Victoria’s feet. I was there to serve her needs, even the most basic ones.  Still restrained and in place with no way to escape, she towered over me. My mind tried and failed to comprehend the emotions that coursed through me as I lay there.  Subject to this demeaning and humiliating act, yet paradoxically feeling honored, privileged, even blessed to serve in this way.

The verdict was in: Miss Victoria informed me that I had performed well – that she would not tell anyone about what she had seen me doing on company time.  As I floated in and out of subspace, she told me this was now our ritual.  By day we could go through the motions of boss and secretary.  By night though, I would kneel before her.  I had become her toy, her submissive, her slut.”

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Slave-a-versary

slave a and I recently commemorated two years since Our/our first session! I wanted to share some of his thoughts below:

A short while ago, MVC and I celebrated Our/our two-year “slave-a-versary”. Reflecting on the two years since We/we first met, I was reminded how grateful I am to be Her slave. I feel like I’ve run out of superlatives and accolades to describe what an incredible Mistress MVC is. Each and every boundary-pushing session has been more thrilling, hot, and mind-blowing than the last.

To serve MVC is to feel purpose. To stare into Her beautiful eyes is to be known. To be beneath Her is to know peace.

The tortured anticipation of waiting for Our/our session was almost too much to bear; The knots in my stomach, the sleepless nights, and the erotic charge of longing to serve again. I even felt forced to lock myself back into chastity a few days before We/we played—not trusting my basest of instincts—and wanting to ensure I arrived at the dungeon in as a helpless, submissive frenzy as I could. As I heard the familiar click of the lock and felt the confining snugness of the steel cage, I realized I had been on borrowed time. “This is where I belong,” as MVC would say.

The session was of course incredible! A brilliantly orchestrated barrage of impact play and scratching, electrics, heavy bondage, foot worship, and overall total domination—all perfectly executed as only MVC can.

In a recent tweet, MVC described a photo of the marks left on a sub as how She paints. It’s an appropriate sentiment that only deepens the more consideration is given. Not only do the marks reveal themselves to be art through the simple visual contrast against the skin—but the entire process in how they are rendered is nothing short of art.

Like the greatest artisan, MVC, is capable of eliciting the desired results using Her tools and me, Her canvas. Having played dozens of times now, She knows not only the limits of pain I can take mentally—but the exact amount of pressure and force required to leave her imprint upon me without drawing blood. The result is art, as is the process. A beautiful power exchange between Mistress & sub.

I am so honored to be Hers.

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“Quality time” with Ava St. Marks & Victoria Cayne

This is a review of a scene that was written by a long time toy of Ava St. Marks that she decided to share with me. Her and I have a natural chemistry when it comes to playing with one another, and it is simply magic when the two of us play together with an “unsuspecting” toy! 😉

“I was considering how best to share with my fellow “Max Fischers’ my experience from a very recent extended doubles session with two amazing Dommes, Mistresses Ava St. Marks and Victoria Cayne (MVC). While all of the usual descriptors like “amazing, mind shattering and a lifetime memory” would be easily applicable here, I also think those adjectives are a little too common in reviews like this. I wanted to provide a little more substance to the review that might give more insight to my experience.

I used the words “quality time” in the post title because that is what you can expect when you surrender yourself to these Ladies. Everything about this session was of the highest quality. Scheduling the session was simple and straightforward. In fact, I felt like I was scheduling a fun outing with two friends rather than a Professional domination session.

When I arrived it was obvious that the Ladies had given serious consideration to my huge leather and boot fetish as both Ladies looked stunning in their thigh high boots. Since I had already sessioned several times with Mistress Ava, She quickly introduced me to Mistress Victoria Cayne (MVC). MVC was delightful, greeted me warmly and told me that she was excited and looking forward to playing with one of Ava’s subs. From the welcome I received from the two of them, I knew that I had made a GREAT decision to schedule this session. Again, I have to use the word Quality. The Ladies were attired in high-end fetish wear, and both Ladies looked gorgeous. The introduction and small talk that followed was warm and genuine, and I was totally at ease as we descended the stairs to Ava’s basement dungeon.

I have had the pleasure of serving many highly accomplished Dommes in my 25 years of involvement in BDSM and I have seen a great many well-appointed dungeons and play spaces. Mistress Ava’s dungeon is among the very best. Again, the word quality comes to mind. Her collection includes a tremendous selection of high-end furniture pieces that will accommodate any desire. If you can think of it, you will likely find it in Mistress Ava’s dungeon. I won’t try to list every piece of furniture and all the equipment that she has, but you can check out the list for yourself at www.avastmarks.com or at her Fetlife profile.

The session started with me completely immobilized in the CBT chair. While Mistress Ava made certain that the bondage was severe and inescapable, Mistress Victoria began to torture my nipples with her fingers and some severe nipple clamps. Mistress Ava is well aware that I am a total NT slut, and she had obviously shared this little tidbit with MVC. MVC told me that she would be in charge of my nipple torture and that it would be continuous and non-stop for the entire 3-hour session. Once I was secured to the CBT chair, Mistress Ava began torturing my cock and balls with electrical toys while also making sure that my balls were stretched as far as possible. This torture went on for some time, and I was soon completely lost in subspace for the entire time. Again, quality is the word that comes to mind. The technical skill of these two Ladies, the enthusiasm and fun they exhibited while torturing me, the way they verbally kept me engaged while they delivered some serious pain using high end toys all combined to give me a CBT/NT experience of the highest quality.

We then moved on to the bondage table, and true to her word, MVC continued to torture my nipples even as we walked from the CBT chair to the bondage table. Mistress Ava secured me to the table after first placing me in straitjacket, making sure that the jacket was fitted as tightly as possible on me. Once in the jacket and on the table, additional bondage was expertly applied making sure that I could not move any part of my upper body, not even my head. She then secured both of my legs straight up to an overhead bar and then used a spreader bar to keep my legs spread wide. My upright legs were placed in additional bondage, and I could not move my legs or feet even an inch. Mistress Ava let me know that she REALLY dislikes a sub having any “wiggle room” at all. Again, throughout the entire process of securing me to the bondage table and attaching my legs to the overhead spreader bar, MVC continued to make my nipples suffer severely with her fingers, nails and teeth. Once fully secured, I was stretched, used and abused in ways that would make any slut like myself deliriously happy. It was an amazing mixture of pain and pleasure, delivered to me by these extremely talented and engaged Ladies. Quality all the way.

We then relocated to the St. Catherine’s wheel, where I was placed into a severe, heavy leather sleep sack. Again, the Ladies had considered my strong leather fetish and they took my breath away by encasing me in the heavy leather sack. The sack itself, with me in it, was then expertly attached to the wheel itself. Yet again, Mistress Ava’s bondage was so expertly applied and so severe that the sack would not move even an inch no matter how much I wiggled while on the wheel. There were of course various openings in the sack that were available to the Ladies that exposed my nipples, cock and balls yet again for their pleasure and my pain. I could not see, hear or talk while in the sack, and my mind and body were totally focused on the torture to my nipples, cock and balls that seemed to go on forever.

Then to my surprise and slight shock, the Ladies rotated the wheel so that my body was now perfectly horizontal to the floor. The CBT now took the form of a Venus 2000 (I think?) along with vibrators on my cock and balls. Of course during that entire time, MVC continued with her unrelenting torture of my now very sore and very swollen nipples. Needless to say, and again without too much graphic detail, the session ended shortly thereafter.

I was totally exhausted and totally content. I knew that I had just experienced an amazing session experience with two extremely skilled, experienced and thoughtful Dommes. They had considered my suggestions for the session (as given previously to Mistress Ava) and had clearly taken the time to plan the entire experience, even to the point of prepositioning many of the toys and equipment that they used in the session.

They were both totally engaged with me throughout the session, and MVC later commented that she and Mistress Ava work together in a session like dancers in a well-choreographed ballet. That is exactly how it appeared to me.

We chatted for a bit after the session and I had every opportunity to ask questions and to share my thoughts with them on the experience. The Ladies were generous with their time, and again, I felt I was experiencing great QUALITY care and communication after the session.

Simply put, if you are looking for a QUALITY doubles experience with two highly skilled, engaged and gorgeous Ladies in a dungeon setting that will exceed your expectations then these are the two Ladies you should see. In fact, they are a MUST SEE experience if you find yourself anywhere near the Philly area. Hell, for that matter, they are well worth the trip from anywhere just to see them.

Ladies, should you read this, thank you both yet again for one of the best BDSM experiences in my life and for memories that will last a very long time! I can’t wait to do it all again!”

www.avastmarks.com

www.victoriacayne.com

 

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Bound & Helpless

Kneeling on the dungeon floor, collared, and locked, Our/our session began with the privilege of kissing Miss Victoria Cayne’s thigh high boots. It was the perfect start to a perfect session as time slowed and any thoughts of the outside world were abandoned. My entire focus rightfully devoted to MVC.

Once it was clear that I firmly knew my place, MVC led me by the leash to the bondage table. Mistress’s new custom leather arm and leg binders had just arrived in the mail, and I was going to get to be the lucky test subject for their first use.

Sprawled across the table, the scent of new leather gear in the air, Mistress secured my arms and legs in the series of concentric cuffs. The red accents of the gear matching the collar She’d selected for me during a trip to San Francisco nearly a year ago.

Content that I was entrapped to Her satisfaction, my chastity cage was removed. I had been locked for over a month–but instead of being able to enjoy this respite–I was blindfolded and gagged. My world consisting only of the sounds of the elaborate rope bondage being added to further secure the arm and legbinders already on me.

A master of devising sweetly sadistic predicaments, an electric probe was added to keep me on edge. MVC was then free to sit back, relax, and shove Her sweaty feet into my gagged and blind face.

Soon I was worked into a complete submissive frenzy; shaking, and quivering in frustration. Time slipped away with the minutes seeming to both rush by and languish endlessly all at once.

Each and every encounter somehow redefines the meaning of the word “helpless” in MVC’s presence. A sensory deprivation machine was swapped out with the blindfold filling my head with blasts of light and disorienting patterns of sound.

Finally, after endless teasing and denial: I was granted release following a countdown. I lay helplessly bound on the table, entirely spent physically and emotionally, as I drifted down from the ceiling.

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Bondage- “Ava St. Mark’s Style”

Here’s an account of a recent afternoon of heavy immobilization with Ava St. Marks and slave a:

A bit ago, I had the distinct honor of serving as Miss Victoria Cayne’s “practice dummy” as She learned some new bondage techniques from Domina Ava St. Marks. My first sessions with MVC were mostly out of hotel rooms during Her many tours around the country, and each of those encounters was completely mind-blowing and lacked for nothing given the multiple suitcases of devious equipment She tours with. Nonetheless, it’s always a special privilege to session with Her in Mistress Ava’s perfectly appointed and well-stocked dungeon outside of Philly, and that experience is only dialed up to 11 when you have the chance to session with both MVC & Domina St. Marks at the same time!

It was my first double with these titans of BDSM, and the flow of the afternoon was a bit more casual as Mistress Ava offered her masterful expertise on various advanced bondage practices. Hearing Mistress Ava & MVC’s discussions of technique was fascinating and made the experience no less intense or rewarding! It was a privilege to be used this way by them both.

First on the docket was the St. Catherine’s wheel: a giant wooden, revolving contraption anchoring one corner of the dungeon. I was firmly bound with countless straps by MVC & Mistress Ava, ensuring my safety but also placing me in an inescapable predicament. Once secured, the counterweights on the giant wheel were adjusted allowing my entire body to be rotated at MVC’s whim. A blindfold was added to further the disorienting effect. I was soon completely inverted as blood quickly rushed to my head. This put me in the perfect position for MVC to be able to effortlessly smother my face with her foot. As usual, I had been locked in chastity for weeks in advance of Our/our encounter.

A few more circulations on the wheel, and then I was moved to the spanking bench. I’d been on the bench plenty of times before, but Mistress Ava & MVC’s expert skills soon rendered me more immobilized then I had ever been. Head to toe, no appendage or body part was spared the expertly orchestrated rope, cuffs, and straps. It is no exaggeration to say that I couldn’t move an inch, and Mistress Ava rocked the spanking bench back and forth to prove it.

Once MVC and Mistress Ava were content that I was completely bound. The spanking began. I’m a bit of a lightweight when it comes to pain, but I take pain for MVC’s enjoyment and pleasure.  At this point I was so gone and in subspace that I could barely count. Each time I made a mistake Mistress Ava switched to a harsher implement. It wasn’t long before I was sobbing as MVC held my bound and blindfolded head. It was an incredibly powerful moment!

Finally, Mistress Ava went over different suspension techniques… another first for me! Before I knew it I had been hoisted into the air; my weight expertly distributed to protect my joints from undue stress. It took quite a while for me to come down both literally and emotionally, but afterwards I was granted the privilege of helping to clean and organize the countless implements that had been used for my torment and abuse.

If you get the chance to session with these two amazing Pro-Dommes, I strongly encourage you to respectfully reach out and book a session! Devious minds, well-honed skills, and amazing equipment; it was an unforgettable afternoon!

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How Time Flies! (Part II)

Here’s another “blast from the past” review from John J:

I was dressed in pink panties and a pink bra. While on all fours, my balls were tied up tight with rope and pulled back under my legs up toward my ass to eliminate any unsightly bulge in my panties. The end of the rope was also pulled back and was laid across my back then over my head.

Miss Victoria positioned herself and her cock in front of my face. I then began sucking her strap-on, which was continually shoved down my throat past the point of choking. I was gagging and there were a number of times when the gag reflex was so strong that I almost vomited. Miss Victoria seems to relish any sound that might reflect pain, humiliation or discomfort, and this time was not any different. My gagging was usually accompanied by a little chuckle as Miss Victoria voiced her amusement at my predicament.

As I sucked, Mistress Victoria grabbed and pulled the end of the rope tightly, forcing my balls to stretch further up my ass cheeks. This in turn forced my body and head forward, which also forced the dildo further down my throat. The rope trick, accompanied by a firm hand on the back of my head made for an intense strap-on sucking session. My eyes were tearing up from the gagging and choking, but I was in heaven.

Miss Victoria has a great body (and I am picky), and I really enjoyed the sight of her firm and creamy inner thigh where skin met the satin of her stocking, then down to just below her knee where her black leather boots began. I focused on this visual as the dildo hit the back of my throat. It was my salvation, and I was deep under her spell.

As I lay there feeling tingly and content, I heard Miss Victoria moving about. I could hear pieces of furniture being moved around. Finally my blindfold was removed. I turned my head and saw that she had pieced together the mechanism of my next torture. I saw a horse of some sort that sat very low to the floor. There was a narrow pad at a higher level, with two other narrow pads beneath it and to either side (much like a boat with two outriggers). This device was positioned adjacent to a side wall, up against a vertical piece of wood that ran up the same wall. Secured to this piece of wood via a suction cup at the end of it, was a very large dildo placed at knee level. I was led to the horse, which I straddled. My knees rested on the two lower pads. Behind me was Miss Victoria, and in front of me was a large dildo secured to the wall, extending out into the room. It was long, and its length caused it to droop just a bit as its tip hovered near my lips.

I was told to get the dildo in my mouth. I inched my knees forward, and as I did so, the dildo began filling my mouth.  Gentle pushing became forceful shoving. The dildo was going further and further in my mouth. The more it went down my throat, the closer my head got to the piece of wood that ran up the wall.  It was extremely humiliating and I loved it. Miss Victoria seemed to be enjoying it as well. As my head banged into the piece of wood, I felt extremely submissive, and truth be told, I probably would have let Miss Victoria do whatever she wanted to me at that point without question. Even retelling the story makes me feel so submissive that I just want to go to her right now and kneel in front of her while she slaps my face back and forth repeatedly.

I knew that was where I belonged at that very moment.

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Birthday Spankings

A recap of My recent birthday session with slave a:

Collared, naked, and locked-up in chastity: I eagerly awaited MVC to descend the stairs into the dungeon; waiting on my knees; my head lowered until commanded otherwise.

Those moments of anticipation have grown to become some of my favorite. Over time, I’ve found that’s all it takes for me to begin drifting into sub space. A triggered response to being in the presence of my Owner—like Pavlov’s helpless puppy.

Mistress descended looking absolutely stunning as always in Her tall leather boots and new catsuit. I was commanded to worship Misress’s boots and was careful to follow Her every command as I made my way from the toe box across the vamp to the heel and up the shaft of each one.

The next part of the scene entailed being meticulously bound, hooded, and standing against a padded wall of the dungeon. Mistress describes Her play-style as sweetly sadistic—and I can think of no better description. Even as She expertly applied and controlled electrodes to my most vulnerable parts and set the electrical current to newly painful heights, MVC was always checking-in to make sure I wasn’t feeling lightheaded or faint and that I felt safe in the web of rope, chain, and leather She had masterfully ensnared me in. The fact that I could feel so safe and as at ease (akin to putty to be molded however She wished) and in complete agony at the same time from the tortures She was inflicting is a testament to how skilled and capable MVC is as a Domme in composing and executing a mind-blowing session.

With MVC’s birthday days away, I was next secured to the spanking bench for corporal torments for Her amusement and pleasure. I’d be receiving Her birthday spankings and even a few dreaded strokes of the cane—Her name is Miss Victoria CAYNE for a reason after all! All this culminated with MVC scratching Her initials into my back. I’m not into pain, but I take it for MVC. It feels like a true act of submission that I can offer Her: something I fear and dislike, but brings MVC joy. And as much agony as I was in, as Mistress administered Her spanks, strokes, and scratches: I found it all worth it just to have my head caressed and told I did a good job.

Each session is better than the last; each an encounter a chance to go deeper and deeper down the rabbit hole!

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HAPPY CHASTITY-VERSARY!

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.

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