Slave Davus

I was chatting with my Goddess late one night and it led to a very vivid dream I thought I would share here.

I am tightly bound on my knees naked but for my tight pink chastity cage and the plug in my ass. I pull at my bonds helplessly. My Goddess stands above me grinning at my predicament. She is dressed for her workout, her strength and power clearly evident. Smiling at me she places earplugs in my ears and a blindfold over my eyes. I am now alone in my bondage.

I have no sense of time as I wait, occasionally pulling at my bonds.

I sense someone in the room and feel my Goddess’ fingers on my lips, encouraging me to open my mouth. As I open my mouth a damp piece of silky fabric is carefully pushed deep into my mouth and my mouth is pressed closed. As I roll the fabric around in my mouth and taste it I shockingly realize it is her thong. I moan in both humiliation and gratitude. I have been begging to worship her, pleasure her. This is a humiliating substitute but her taste fills my mouth.

I then feel something being draped over my head and carefully adjusted. I take a deep breath. I smell Goddess’ perfume and more. She has draped her damp leggings over my head. With every breath I am breathing her scent. My cock strains in my chastity cage.

Suddenly, the butt plug hums to life, randomly changing, pulsing, teasing me relentlessly.

I kneel in my bondage, my loss of sight, my loss of hearing making me focus on the taste of my Goddess, the scent of my Goddess, and my helplessness kneeling at her feet. I have no idea how long I remain in this state. The only sound I hear is my own low moan.

Finally, I feel the leggings removed and I take a breath of clear air. I already miss the scent of my Goddess. My mouth is opened and the thong removed now soaked in my saliva. I catch my breath, but before I can say anything I feel a toe on my lips, forcing them open and before I can even form the thought I find myself eagerly, almost desperately worshiping my Goddess’ feet.

I have never particularly enjoyed foot worship until this moment. Now I am eagerly, almost manically, throwing all my desperation, my arousal, my need to please my Goddess, into cleaning, worshiping and pleasuring her still sweaty feet.

With this I wake, straining in my chastity cage.

Back to Service

My apologies for no updates for a while. I’m afraid that sometimes life just gets in the way.

My Goddess has been very understanding though and continues to keep my on my toes.

I am once again locked in my small pink chastity cage. This was after a very unsatisfying ruined orgasm and a very humiliating self teasing.  My manhood is once again locked away, straining constantly in the small cage, a very clear symbol of my Goddess’ control over me.

Goddess continues to shape my sexuality to satisfy her needs. I love her attention even as I humiliatingly perform for her.

Release - Kind Of

So after 21 days my Goddess has allowed me a release. But even as I am finally free I am only allowed my orgasm under her conditions.

My Goddess has decreed that I am to practise ruined orgasms.

The unlocking of my cock from the small cage was wonderful, I had almost forgotten what it was like to not be locked up all the time. My Goddess had said I had two days of freedom, but the freedom had a cost. I could cum as much as I could, but my cum would be collected so she could see how much I could produce and my orgasms were to be ruined orgasms.

I have no real experience with ruined orgasms.

I found myself on my knees so grateful to be unlocked carefully bringing myself closer and closer to the orgasm I was craving. Unfortunately I had to keep slowing down, stopping so I did not tip over the edge. I imagined my Goddess standing over me, grinning at my predicament as I brought myself ever closer.

Even my orgasm was to be controlled as I was her bitch.

Finally my body could no longer stand it and I came. But it was oh so slow and drawn out. My cum slowly draining from me. A pitiful amount of cum after my long time in chastity. It was not a rush, not a release, just a draining.

My balls ache from the effort of trying to cum without any sensation. I remain desperate and horny for a real orgasm but my Goddess' wishes must be obeyed. Knowing I am to do this again, and again, and again, haunt me, reminding me that my Goddess' control is absolute.

Chastity Part 3

The other day my Goddess insisted I wear my plug for the entire day. It was so humbling and humiliating.

Feeling my ass stretch to accommodate the plug and then almost greedily pull it into place, filling me and making me feel even more submissive and used. A state I was going to be in all day. The plug constantly teasing my prostrate, making my caged cock strain in the pink cage over and over again.

A restaurant we visited overlooked a beach. It was a special kind of torture. Attractive women, in the sexiest of bikinis, walking by, but I sat there desperately aroused, my cock securely caged, my ass plugged. I was constantly averting my eyes only to catch another glimpse.  

I kept thinking that I was the epitome of a submissive male. Helplessly aroused and unable to do anything about it but draw a bit of shameful pleasure from the plug my Goddess insisted I wear.

Chastity Part 3

So yesterday I was composing a message in my head to my Goddess where I was most humbly asking her to shorten my time in chastity. I was going to beg and plead for her to release me, offering her anything.  (The fact that she could do anything to me she wanted already was not lost on me) My need and desperation is constant and overwhelming. All I could think of was release  

I wrote and rewrote my plea in my head over and over. Before I even started to type, a notification came in…My Goddess had added two more days to my chastity! My heart dropped, my cock strained in the small cage, my need ratcheted even higher

There was no need for my message now, I was going to remain a locked bitch as long as she wanted and not a second sooner. 

Chastity Part 3

11 days now. I supposedly have 9 days left but I realize that I have no control over that, it changes constantly, all I can do is hope my Goddess takes mercy on me.

I am plugged once again. My Goddess seems to very much enjoy making me focus on my ass and being penetrated. Any attention I may have been able to give to my caged cock has been replaced by anal play. 

The messages are not lost on me. I am being molded as a submissive male. What I used to accept as sexual pleasure is now locked away replaced by penetration, being used for another’s pleasure. What I used to accept as my sexuality is being changed to suit my Goddess’ preference.  The slightest shift in my chair, every step I take reminds me my cock is locked away and my ass is full.

I am Goddess’ bitch. 

Chastity Part 3

So my cock has been locked in its small pink cage for 9 days and looking at my status I have 11 days left. Not even halfway. I had honestly thought that perhaps it would get easier. It has not. I am still so easily driven to distraction and left frustrated and desperate.

Of course the 11 days are entirely at my Goddess' whim, she can add time as she wishes, not to mention any number of random events that can add (or subtract) time. I cannot help but to remain focused on my chastised cock and my service to my Goddess.

Today I have a task given to me by my Goddess as well as a surrender. The two tasks forcing me to relish and prove my submission, but my Goddess has added another twist. She has commanded me to wear my plug for the day. A whole day of being filled, being stretched, being penetrated. It has only been a short while, but my ass is already greedily grabbing the plug, constantly keeping the plug moving, teasing and tormenting me. 

I am also very aware that my plug is connected and my Goddess can turn it on at any time without any warning.

A very long day is ahead.

Chastity Part 3

It has now been four days since I was locked back up after an all too brief reprieve. But what a four days it has been.

I have had to embarrassingly perform while bound hand and foot, my ass plugged, my nipples and balls being tormented, and my cock securely locked in its small pink cage. I am still humiliated by the spectacle I made of myself, but take comfort in the fact I have done as my Goddess wished.

A wager with my Goddess added 4 more days to my chastity.

I have willingly confessed an embarrassing moment from my past to my Goddess. I have never shared this adventure with anyone but for some reason it seemed appropriate that I revealed this to my Goddess.

Finally, my chastity is now subject to multiple random events which can add and subtract time. I check multiple times a day to see hours added, minutes subtracted. This keeps me constantly dwelling on how much longer I will be locked up and my service to my Goddess.

The journey continues…..

Back into Chastity - Day 22

As I write this it is my chastised cock that is being tormented. My Goddess has set me a new task today, one where my caged cock is teased, tormented and impossible to ignore for the next hour. I find myself hanging on every minute.  I am also finally allowed the orgasm I have been craving and desperate for. It has been over a month since I was last allowed to cum.  Of course immediately after my release I am to be locked up again.

Goddess has already let me know this lock-up will be longer and she has taken steps to make sure that every day I will be teased and reminded of my place as her chastised bitch. An eager submissive being carefully molded as she wishes me to be.

Only 36 minutes left.....

Back into Chastity - Day 17

As I write this my ass is still tingling and reminding me of the task my Goddess set for me.

It never ceases to amaze me how adept my Goddess is at teasing me and keeping me in my place. This task was one where I was to tease and torment my ass while my caged cock once again remains blissfully ignored. This task however added an addition to the lube to make sure I stay reminded of the performance for my Goddess for quite some time, reminded of the teasing, reminded of the penetration.

I remain under my Goddess' careful guidance as she molds me into her bitch. No place I would rather be.

Back into Chastity - Day 16

As Summer has arrived so has the traditional visits of friends and family. It is always great to see everyone and catch up, but in my present circumstances it is also a constant reminder of my service to my Goddess.

Externally life largely looks the same, but I cannot escape the fact that my cock remains locked in a small pink cage. The constant firm grip on my manhood, my arousal controlled and blunted, reminds me as much as everything may appear the same, I belong to DommyBitch.

My very needy cock strains helplessly, my very full balls constantly remind me that only my Goddess can allow me release. I occasionally feel myself leak a small amount of precum as my orgasm remains out of reach. Mocking me, reminding me of my place.

I have a new surrender to complete. This one will briefly allow me out of my cage, I relish the thought but only briefly. This release is not about pleasure or release, it is about punishment. My balls are to be punished and then I have to lock myself back up. I have been dwelling on what I have to do. I better get to it...

Back into Chastity - Day 11

Wow! What a day it has been. I am now wearing my new chastity cage. It is custom fitted, very secure, and very pink. I cannot help but to blush as I see my cock straining in the small pink cage. My arousal displayed proudly and utterly out of my control. I feel so submissive.

I also completed a new Surrender for my Goddess.

This surrender required me to show my Goddess how much I could take up my ass. Realizing I did not have anything appropriate I decided I had to visit our local sex store. There is something very humbling about walking into a store dedicated to sex when yours is locked away. I stood in front of a wall of dildos looking for one of an appropriate size. I realized I was literally looking at strap-on dildos in order to fuck myself. I blushed. I finally found one of an appropriate size. I walked to the cash register where a very helpful woman waited. I realize that she probably sees this kind of transaction every day, but all I could think of was this stranger knowing I was buying a dildo so I could be penetrated and pegged. I blushed the whole time.

As I later completed the surrender, I was proud and humiliated I had successfully taken the whole dildo and I had pleased my Goddess.

Back into Chastity - Day 10

A milestone has been reached. I have now been in physical chastity for longer than any time in my past. Funny, I kind of thought it might get easier. I can say I am getting somewhat used to the feeling, to the control, but it is not easier. My arousal is constant, my need is constant, my desire to please my Goddess is paramount.

My new chastity device is supposed to arrive today. Funny how you can be both anticipating and dreading something. I know it will please Goddess do have me in a more permanent cage, a more permanent pink cage, so I try to be patient. I know I will soon be seeing my manhood locked away as my Goddess wishes.

My Goddess has already shared that she has great plans for me as her chastised bitch, so I wait with great anticipation for her next commands.

Back into Chastity - Day 9

My Goddess has graciously wished for me to start doing surrenders in my service to her.

Surrender is the right word.

Having to show off my locked up cock and balls, having to plead and beg for release. Admitting my desperation at needing to cum.  Being given a glimpse of how my Goddess sees me. A desperate and aroused bitch, begging for release, begging to serve, obediently remaining in a constantly aroused state because it amuses her.

Goddess blesses me with a gracious gift that only ramps up my arousal more. I cannot look away even though it only torments and frustrates me more. I am so thankful and so submissive.

Back into Chastity - Day 8

It was a beautiful weekend here that required me to be out and about and that made sure I was going to be constantly reminded of my service.

Everywhere I went there were women enjoying the sunshine and I realized that what once would have been nothing more than an appreciative glance had become a never ending reminder of my service to my Goddess. My cock and balls remained locked away. My arousal continually ramping up but remaining rigidly controlled and denied. I found myself averting my glances trying in vain to control myself, which only reminded me of my submission, which also aroused me.

I am caught in a cycle of arousal and denial that only my Goddess can release me from.

Goddess had a task for me, another ice bath for my overheated cock and balls. This time though I was to remain caged. As I plunged my cock and balls into the icy water I quickly realized this was going to be even more tormenting. My balls could not avoid the cold while caged, they were trapped. My balls were going to experience every single second of the icy cold as was I.

I am truly Goddess' bitch.

Back into Chastity - Day 6

So I ran into an old friend today. I have known her for years and admittedly have had a bit of a crush on her for as long as I have known her, but I also know it would be nothing more than that. Such is the way it is.

She is smart, funny and attractive. 

As we caught up on what was going on in each others lives I could not help but wonder what she would think of my present predicament. Locked in a chastity cage, eagerly serving my Goddess. Would she be amused, embarrassed, interested?

Ultimately it does not matter, I belong to my Goddess, but these random things remind me of my service and my role as my Goddess’ bitch.

No place where I would rather be.

Back into Chastity - Day 5

Today my Goddess gave me a very clear lesson in her control over me.

I was allowed to remove my cage, edge myself thinking of my Goddess, an edge that came far too quickly, and then as I relished being able to get erect and I quivered in frustration at not being allowed to finish, I plunged my overheated cock and balls into an ice bath.  My arousal immediately replaced with submission. As I held my cock in the icy water all I could feel was the power my Goddess wields over me as my near orgasm quickly retreated. I belong to my Goddess and she may do with me as she wishes.

Another humiliating task followed and then I locked myself in chastity again. As my cock and balls warmed, I began to strain in the cage again.

Another day in Goddess' service, I am very fortunate and grateful.

Back into Chastity - Day 4

I can honestly say I have never been more desperate and needy. My Goddess continues to ramp up my arousal, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, but it continues to go up, and up, and up! 

And with it my helplessness. My chastity cage keeps me well controlled, wonderfully obedient to whatever my Goddess wishes. All I can do is watch my cock struggle and strain in its clear prison, untouchable, submissively pointed downward. Completely out of my control.

Goddess is very excited about me getting my new, long-term chastity cage. On one hand I so want to please her, so want to make her happy. On the other, I realize that the new cage will mean longer term chastity, greater frustration, and the humiliation of seeing my manhood captured in a bright pink cage. I better go check how much longer it will be.

Back into Chastity - Day 3

I read my latest task by my Goddess and blushed. I was to perform for her. I was to tease and massage my bound and very full balls, I was to tease my asshole. I could only imagine what it would look like, a chastised bitch playing with themselves for their Goddess' amusement.

As I made and watched the video I realized that I was becoming exactly what my Goddess wishes me to be, a desperately horny plaything, eager to please. I blushed again as I sent my Goddess my completed task.

Goddess has also dutifully reminded me that she can command me to wear my plug and tease me with it whenever she wishes, I blush again.

Back into Chastity - Day 2

Despite being free for a week being back in chastity seems particularly tormenting today. My cock strains in the cage so easily, reminding me I am Goddess' plaything, her submissive, her bitch.  The arousal is a constant, slow ache that reminds me that I am helpless to feel any other way and of my place.

I asked my Goddess about getting another chastity cage, one more suitable for long-term wear. Her enthusiasm for the idea was very obvious. A concerning development considering my state this morning. She also preferred me to get a PINK chastity cage. 

I could have never imagined a couple of months ago being in long-term chastity, never mind seeing my manhood locked and displayed in a pink chastity cage, but the order has been placed and it is only a matter of time.

Back into Chasity - Day 1

The chastity cage was sitting on the counter waiting for me as I finished my shower. I had been traveling for the last week and my Goddess had allowed me to remain uncaged for the week but the time had come for me to once again lock myself back up.

I had been uncaged for the week but I was required to remain chaste. The freedom was both wonderful and torturous. Now that freedom was also to be relinquished in my service to my Goddess. I put on the cage, quickly reminded of how restrictive it was, how controlling. I had to pause several times to calm myself enough to get my needy cock and balls in place. Finally, my cock and balls were once again displayed in their prison and with a shaking hand I clicked the lock shut.

Goddess has already let me know I will be locked up longer this time. I'm already needy and desperate and it has just begun.

Recognizing my Goddess prefers me locked up, I have already started to look at other chastity cages. Cages that are more suitable for long-term chastity, long-term service. There is quite an irony in shopping, comparing, and reading reviews, for devices that are to torment me. However as my Goddess wishes, I will serve.

Release

Goddess was kind enough to allow me release. I am so grateful. It was so powerful, so memorable.

Despite the humiliation of masturbating on my knees, recording it for Goddess’ amusement, I finally was allowed an orgasm. After weeks of teasing, a week of my cock being tightly caged, I was allowed to cum. Even as I relished the release I realized I was pleasuring myself as Goddess’ bitch.

It was over far too quickly, it was far too fleeting, and Goddess has already let me know my next release is further away. I’m already finding myself desperate for the orgasm that is at Goddess’ whim. 

Chastity Day 8

Yesterday my Goddess allowed me to remove my chastity cage, something I was immensely grateful for, but it also reminded me of my service and her control.

Kneeling, I unlocked and removed the cage. Finally, I was allowed an erection, finally I could touch myself. The humiliation of touching myself, performing as I pleasured myself, was overruled by my desperate need. It felt so good.

But there were rules. No cumming!

Far too quickly I reached the edge and reluctantly pulled my hands away. The frustration was overwhelming. I caught my breath and then began to refit the cage on my slowly softening cock. Finally, the lock once again clocked shut. The brief taste of freedom reminding me I was Goddess’ bitch, to be played with as she saw fit.

Chastity Day 7

So I have been in chastity for a week. I honestly never expected to be in physical chastity this long and the effect it would have on me.

I think I have my lust under control and the smallest thing will have it roaring back, my cock straining helplessly in the cage. The cage is a constant reminder of my service to my Goddess. What I also am now realizing is my Goddess prefers me desperately needy, horny and sexually frustrated. Actually I think she loves me this way. Earlier I had told her that watching porn while chastised was"tormenting", she explained I should get used to it. Little did I know.

It is an interesting path I find myself on. My body is screaming for release but my Goddess insists I remain unsatisfied. I want to remain unsatisfied to please my Goddess. So my lust grows and grows. The irony draws me deeper into my service to my Goddess. A Goddess who turns up my need a little more every day.

Chastity Day 4

It is funny, I think I had convinced myself that the chastity part of my service would get easier. It definitely has not gotten easier. It just continues to build and build, and I find myself reacting to anything and everything. The click of a set of heels coming down the hallway, a flash of cleavage, a woman running by, the smell of perfume, they all cause me to react, my cock strains in the cage and I am instantly reminded of my place as a slave. Goddess has also commanded me to watch some more porn while chastised, another reminder of how helpless I am.

What has also ramped up my submissive side exponentially is my Goddess has taken me under her ownership. I watched as the request for ownership came through and all it meant for me as Goddess' bitch. I gave it serious thought so wanting to immediately say yes, but recognizing how important this decision was I asked myself several important questions. However there was really only one answer to give.

I belong to DommyBitch.

I watched my profile page change, I watched my profile picture change. I immediately knew it was the right decision as I fell further under Goddess' control. I am now owned.

Goddess sent me a new task, one to emphasize my chastity and encourage my service, my desperation, and my need to please.  Another task that the mere thought of makes me blush. A task I will soon have to perform and complete. Another day begins.

Chastity Day 3

It has been over a week since I was last allowed an orgasm and it is my third day in locked chastity. I recognize that for others this would seem trivial, but I am finding that no matter where I look I am being teased and reminded of my place. Magazine covers, random encounters on the street, at the gym, my cock reacts immediately only to strain in the cage. A constant reminder of my Goddess' power and control over me. What used to be titillation is now a constant reminder that I am Goddess' bitch.

I did briefly remove the cage for cleaning today. It almost made my aching need worse. My cock jumped to attention and was completely ignored. The only attention it received was a cold washing, shrinking it back down to size so it could be stuffed back into the small cage and once again locked away. My journey as a chaste slave continues.

Chastity Day 2

A less eventful day today which is probably a good thing, so much happened my first day in chastity, that a little slower pace was likely called for.

What is irrefutable though is how controlled and helpless I feel locked in the cage. It is like my Goddess has a constant firm grip on my manhood and my cock must follow her bidding and her bidding only. I suppose the same could be said for me too.  Goddess gave me an assignment to perform for her and it ignored my bound cock and balls completely and instead focussed on my available ass. I still blush thinking about it.

As I go about my day I cannot help but to wonder if anyone can notice the strange bulge in my pants. The irony is not lost on me. For many that would be a sign of virility, in my case it is the exact opposite, a sign of submission to my Goddess. I find myself sitting differently, acting differently. Anything that causes the slightest bit of arousal causes my cock to strain in the cage. Frustrating me, reminding me of my place.

As my day closes I take a cold shower trying to calm the arousal that has teased me all day, but even there all I can do is clean around the cage. My cock remains displayed in its clear prison, taunting me, reminding me that it, and the rest of me,  belongs to my Goddess.

Chastity Day 1 - One Week In

I looked down at the assortment of plastic spread out on the counter with a sense of dread and anticipation. My experience with chastity up to now had been very mild. A soft cage that while restrictive was always removable, this was a different level, the bright brass padlock and numbered locks made that very clear. Goddess DommyBitch was very supportive of my journey and when I suggested a "proper" chastity cage, her enthusiasm for my chastity was infectious.  The time had now come.

I struggled to find the right sizing, taking my time, finally it was time for the cage, the very small cage. It took some time for me to be calm enough to get the cage in place. Finally the cage was in place and with a sigh I clicked the padlock shut. I felt that click to my toes. I sent my Goddess the picture of my predicament and her pleasure was very obvious.

I looked down at my caged cock now bent submissively downward over my bound balls and felt my first frustrating blunted arousal. It was the most frustrating thing I had ever felt, little did I know.

After a short time, Goddess suggested I insert my butt plug as well. I swallowed and blushed as I inserted my butt plug. I realized that what I had thought was control and frustration paled in comparison to being caged and plugged. Goddess instructed me to make sure the remote control plug was on and connected. I was new to the sensations of a plug never mind a vibrating plug. I flushed at the thought that Goddess could take control of my plug anytime with no notice.

I tried to go back to my day and then the plug started buzzing. All I could do was sit and squirm as my caged cock strained helplessly in my cage. As quick as it started, the buzzing stopped. I got a few calming breaths and then it started again, and again, and again. I was completely helpless as Goddess so easily teased me.

I was finally given a brief respite before Goddess sent me to briefly watch some porn. Again, the helplessness of my situation was made very clear. Watching porn was not about my satisfaction, it was about my frustration and Goddess' control.

I later took my dog for a walk, caged and plugged, I kept waiting for the plug to jump to life. I could not help but to wonder what people would think if they knew my situation, my service to Goddess. Outside I like to think I was completely normal but beneath the surface I was clearly Goddess' bitch.

I went to bed, the cage still in place, Goddess still completely in control of me. Wearing the cage is completely different at night. There are no distractions just the firm grip of a cage controlling and binding my manhood.  I woke, reaching down to feel the rigid locked cage as my cock strained helplessly. It took some time for me to calm, the actions of the day revisiting me relentlessly.  Again I slept only to wake again in the morning, my cock once again straining to get erect but remaining submissively caged and controlled. Another day has begun.

I have just joined the Slave Market and I must express my most sincere admiration for the remarkable women who have reached out to me. Thank you all, it has been a true pleasure meeting and getting to know you.