Slavetothepayne - Head Bowed At Her Feet

Every Chastity Caging Session is a Journey. A Travel Guide to Keyholders

What makes Caging your man so special is the resulting energy dynamic between you. The interaction is key for both partners, it is what enriches the experience and the relationship. For the Keyholder to maximize the pleasure (both ways) and control (one way), it is important for her/him to understand what her sub is experiencing.

I think many assume that Day 1 is like Day 3 is like Day 7 is like….except more horny. My experience has been much richer than that. Like anything in life that takes days or weeks, a Caging session is a journey. Day 1 is different from Day 3 is different from Day 7 is different from Day 21….

My perspective includes a decade of Caging and Denial sessions of three weeks or more. Throughout these sessions I have noticed a recurring cycle of emotions and physical challenges that each one brought to me. I assume each caged sub experiences something similar and, as his Keyholder, your working to understand his unique cycle will significantly amplify the experience. And every Keyholder wants her sub to crave being caged.

In this blog, I want to highlight the mental and physical journey that each locked session brings to me. I will summarize them by ‘Day locked’ number. For me, it is a very similar sequence each time, with some minor shifting of transition dates. It is my hope that I can inspire Keyholders to understand her/his sub a bit better and take full advantage of him.

I will talk about where my energy focus is at each stage, as it shifts in my body. There may be some correlation to the Chakras of Indian philosophy, which I know nothing about.

Full disclosure, I am moderately submissive, nothing approaching Sissy. But I find caging pushes me to a deliciously submissive state; it is why I love it. If left alone, I have a ‘once every third day’ sex/masturbate schedule. If your guy needs sex more frequently, i.e. daily, I assume that will alter his cycle significantly. But I assume the sequence of the cycle, i.e the energy shifts, will be similar.

Day 1. A day of possibility and unknown. Always exciting, always special. That first lock click always brings a smile.

Day 3. Day three is my ‘want sex’ day and the cage seriously multiplies that urge. Horny. And very centered in my crotch. This energy and feeling increases through the first week. I am revved up horny, my groin is screaming, I feel aggressive. I am a walking, talking cock. Go easy on him this cycle, be sexy, touch him a little, but give him time to cool down.

Day 7. Day 7 +/- 1 day is my first transition point. Suddenly the energy has moved into my head. I am horny, but my crotch is calm. My brain is excited, full of fantasies and lust. This is a lovely time for cat and mouse play. Play with his mind, not his cock. Tease his brain with scenarios, stories, porn he likes, how you will take him, etc. This is when you sink the hook. This period lasts about a week or more for me. It is very excited pleasure.

Day 14. Somewhere around the second or third week, Days 14-21, the energy shifts again, this time to my heart. This is the ‘I love her madly’ zone. This is what you, as Keyholder, are aiming for. In this phase, I will do anything to please her. Anything. With no expectation. I am horny but calmly so. This is when the horny becomes submission. I have surrendered totally to her now. Slow, physical teasing in this phase is incredible. Every touch is amazing. A few nipple twists later I am a puddle. This is my sweet spot and I could live here forever. And for the Keyholder, this is when you get full and exqusite control. Daily oral orgasms on are the menu.

Day 21 and onward. Eventually the energy settles in my abdomen. I am calm, happy, subservient, devoted, cooperative. But now is when the physical limitations of denial creep in. My balls get sore, my nights are interrupted with massive cage crushed erections. It becomes a physical challenge. Big time Blue Balls.

To go further, you have to tough it out, hope for a wet dream or take charge of it. Prostate massage is a lovely way to reduce the pressure without orgasm. Getting carefully pegged can accomplish the same. I still remember the first time I dripped, dribbled and, ultimately poured myself out on the floor while Mistress slowly pegged me from behind. If you can solve the physical needs, you can ride the wave as long as you like.

Happy to answer inquiries. Good luck managing your boys.

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slavetothepayne

4 years ago

Yes please Mistress. I will kneel in the corner respectfully with hands behind my back.

Experienced: He fuck. You watch.

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slavetothepayne

4 years ago

This gives slave butterflies Mistress!

You deserve to have a Real man that loves You and that You can love @mistresslanapayne ❤️

This cuck slave loves You and will serve You with every meagre moment of its chastised and celibate life, but it knows that Goddess has an even bigger place in Her heart for a Real man.

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slavetothepayne

4 years ago

Ode to a Goddess

I know I am not worthy of being in Your presence yet, or even near the ground You have walked on.

Please persevere with me Goddess, I want to be useful to You, I give myself to You.

Dismantle me down into tiny pieces, discard the unnecessary.

Anything that doesn't please You or benefit my servitude to You - please crush it without remorse, grind it to dust, dissolve it in my tears.

Press this worthlessness from my body and soul like You are the master wine maker and I am the grapes.

Let the wine of my worthlessness flow over the shell of my being, let it become a raging torrent of my former existence, cascading toward the earth below.

Let it collect in the chilled vat of Your steely resolve, aged and refined in the purifying fire coursing through Your veins.

Serve it back to me my perfect Goddess, my Everything.

I will toast to Your glory - bowed in reverence , I consume this drink.

Strange feelings, losing reference, my body convulses, the wine passes through me, eroding my core, washing away my fleeing ego, leaving only function and purpose in its wake.

The wine metabolises to everything I was before servitude, and leaves my body. Once more it cascades toward the earth below - it's final destination. Seeping ever lower, gravity it's only master now, the earth's core approaches, dissociation begins, particle by particle; molecule by molecule; atom by atom; finally elemental purity is reached once again - Equilibrium.

On the earth's surface, head bowed, kneeling, a masterpiece remains. The Goddess looks down to assess Her work - At Her feet, a monument to Her perfection, an object of function and purpose, rendered from a redundant organism - The reward for Her tireless, merciless, sculpting.

This object is an empty vessel, yet it lives and breathes.

Fully aware of its purpose, its reason for existence.

Fully aware of its Creator, its Owner, its Goddess.

it breathes only to declare its Goddess.

its blood pumps only to serve its Goddess.

its eyes serve only to look up at its Goddess in awe.

The deletion of its sexual organ, made perfect in the refinement of its tongue - A thing of exquisite wonder and fascination - Ecstasy - its mastery of her perfect pleasure.

its mouth the inlet to an insatiable fixation - A primary driver - A catchment area for this empty vessel, wherein its life is sustained only through the metabolism of the most precious substances - Those created by its Goddess's own body.

Substances far to precious and life giving for Her to waste on anything other than Her perfect slave.

Written for @mistresslanapayne by @slavetothepayne

November 2018 - 3 months before it was officially branded