Slave Eager-Beaver

It is funny how as I explore new parts of myself under Mistress Lee’s hand, all manner of things remind me of my new role.

Sometimes it is obvious things, like the grip of the chastity cage, or the feel of lace panties teasing me, a plug filling me. Tasks that Mistress Lee has given me, tasks to test me, tasks to humble me, tasks to wake sensations and desires I was unaware I had.

Other times it is more mundane things. Opening a drawer to see a neat pile of panties next to my boring boxers, watching myself select the panties because that is what Mistress Lee insists on. Carefully hand-washing lingerie, my lingerie. Slowly sliding stockings up my legs being careful to not put a run in them and carefully smoothing the lace tops so I look presentable.

There is the anticipation of the tasks Mistress Lee is setting for me, making sure I do my best to please her.

I suppose there is also the arousal, it is always there, sometimes banked low waiting for a trigger to remind me I have relinquished my control. Other times, the arousal is blazing, needful, desperate, and I am reminded it is to be endured, even relished, until Mistress Lee decides my fate.

Thank you Mistress Lee

Another memorable week.

It started with Mistress setting my tasks. Discipline, wearing a plug, worshiping a larger, more realistic dildo, doing so to please her. Feeling utterly submissive. Then Mistress allowing me a climax. Previously I would have to ask permission, a humiliating admission in of itself. But this time she commanded a climax.

I was grateful, eager, even as my climax was directed to her specifications. On my knees, penetrated, eagerly, even desperately, fucking my ass with a dildo as I pleasured myself. The orgasm was intense, quick. As I recovered, I felt the rush of submission as I realized another wall had fallen, I would eagerly orgasm on command or remain denied on command. A spark had been lit, and I was already craving the next opportunity. An opportunity completely out of my control.

It was also the week where the shipment of toys and clothing had arrived that Mistress had suggested. Toys to tease, to bind. More clothing to “expand” my horizons, to feminize, to humble me. I even found myself ordering something new because Mistress had suggested she liked me in a particular piece of lingerie.

And then there were the panties. Mistress had hinted early on dressing me, the day has arrived. Multiple pairs of lacy panties, in bright colours. Not just chastity reminding me of my place, but now the daily distraction of wearing panties. Another layer of submission to my Mistress.

Thank you, Mistress Lee.

This week has had several twists and turns, but I suppose it could be summed up with one word, “anticipation”. Something that has become very much a part of my service to Mistress Lee.

The week starts with the anticipation of my daily tasks, every morning I wake knowing I have tasks to complete to make me better able to serve Mistress. As the day goes on Mistress Lee lets me know other tasks are coming. I wait in anticipation for what is coming, what Mistress Lee will require of me. The tasks arrive, my breath hitches, Mistress Lee has an innate ability to find tasks to test me, discipline me, humble me. I dwell on the tasks until I can complete them. Once completed, I wait, hoping I have pleased my Mistress. Ecstatic when she is pleased. Humbled when she is not.

New tasks arrive, repeating the cycle, testing my endurance, training me to be an obedient pet, waiting with anticipation until I am disciplined, waiting for a remote toy to be activated, helpless.

Anticipation

Mistress Lee suggests a new toy list, I blush at the implications, the new clothing being selected for me. I order from the list, helplessly waiting for its arrival knowing it will mean more ways to remind me of my place, my service to Mistress Lee. More anticipation. More ways to prove my devotion. Thank you Mistress Lee.

Back after a long absence and Mistress Lee while very patient with me, made sure to quickly remind me of my place and my service.

It was amazing how quickly the submission returned, (not that I am sure it ever went far). 

I found myself back in chastity, while I remained chaste during my absence , the restriction of the cage, a constant reminder of my place, lingerie and stockings, discipline and penetration, all combining to snap me back into my place as hers.

Mistress Lee also had me begin to orally worship a dildo, not once but on two occasions. I could have never imagined myself doing so, but I found my lips somewhat reluctantly parting to accept the task.  I kept telling myself the dildo was small, bright pink, but as I felt the realistic cock head on my tongue, buried deep in my mouth, I knew another level of submission had been reached.

I am very grateful for Mistress Lee leading me on this journey.

A different week this week.

It has become a habit for me now to immediately lock myself in chastity every morning. Taking away the brief freedom I have been given and feeling myself immediately strain in the small cage. I preform the daily tasks Mistress has given me, feeling myself get stronger, and knowing these tasks to make me stronger are about improving my service to Mistress Lee.

I find myself craving Mistress Lee's instructions, her shaping of me. I look at the toys, the clothing, Mistress Lee has encouraged me to get to help with my training, and wait nervously for what's next. The anticipation is constant.

I also know that I am soon going to be travelling, unable to serve in a manner I would like, and yet the anticipation will continue to build.

Mistress Lee is always top of mind. Something I am very grateful for.

It has been a memorable week.

Firstly, Mistress Lee allowed me my long delayed climax. But even as I read her directions for how my climax was to be completed I felt the extraordinary control she had over me, My climax was to be at her bidding, at her whim. I was penetrated, I was edged, I was displayed for her. I felt the pleasure of release and the pleasure of her control. It also made me begin to pine for the next opportunity, even as it may be well into the future.

I also realized I was getting used to being caged. It was telling to me that I am now caged, controlled, and displayed, more often than not. I look down at my manhood and see myself in a small pink cage. I feel myself begin to strain in the cage multiple times a day, and am reminded of my service to Mistress Lee

No place I would rather be

Mistress Lee has been having me wear my chastity cage for longer and longer periods. It is a humbling and frustrating experience and admittedly a very strong lesson in obedience. 

The time in the cage has its own lessons but the time when I am released also has a clear message of obedience, control and a reminder of my service to Mistress Lee. She has tasked me on occasion to edge, stop, and replace the cage. Remarkable how this adds a whole new level of frustration, obedience, and control. 

I now find myself in a place I never have been before. Mistress Lee has given me permission to ask for a climax. I have admittedly been trying not to ask, (an illusion of control on my part, I assume). As time goes by however my resolve is starting to fade. Last night I found myself composing in my head over and over how I would ask, how I would plead for something I used to take for granted.

Thank you Mistress Lee, you continue to encourage me into new areas I could have never imagined myself visiting.

I shared with Mistress Lee that I had always been interested in the idea of chastity, well a bit obsessed to be honest. Researching different devices, reading reviews, learning as much as I could, but I never went any further. Mistress Lee changed that.

At her urging and advice, I ordered a device. Already intrigued by what I was doing, it took a turn when Mistress Lee told me to get the cage in pink. Bright humiliating pink.

As I write this my manhood is locked away. My cock straining helplessly in the small pink cage. All my research has come back to haunt me. The cage is sized to keep my arousal under strict control, blunted and frustrated. My balls are lifted and presented like trophies to Mistress Lee's control while my cock remains locked submissively downward. Just as Mistress Lee wishes me.

As I go about my day, everything seems to cause a reaction that reminds me of my service. The click of high heels on a tile floor, displays and ads as I walk through the mall, the smile of a woman walking by as she rushes to the gym. I know that no one can tell I am wearing the cage but it feels like a little spot light is following me, showing my service and submission to Mistress Lee.

I have a whole new appreciation for chastity and control. Thank you Mistress Lee!

Where to start....

I suppose the best place to start is to express my sincere gratitude to Mistress Lee.

I acknowledge I am a newbie. Someone who doesn't know what they don't know. Someone who has always wondered what it would be like to surrender to a powerful woman but has never taken the steps to do so. I've fantasized, I've researched, and now I have been fortunate enough to find Mistress Lee.

I have a whole new and different appreciation for what true submission is. I also realize this is just the beginning.

From Initial tasks to test my endurance, to tasks to test my commitment, to tasks to humble, to tasks to entertain my Mistress. All led me to being privileged to be considered for ownership. Which also had its own unique level of submission.

The changing of my profile picture to something much more appropriate, the changing of my name, the surrender of my digital control on the site. All adding to my surrender and submission to Mistress Lee.

For all of this, I am most grateful.