hello i am new here and yesterday was my first time in my cb3000 . i had dreams about wearing it but never did i think it would feel so good . Last night i would wake every couple hours to the most wonderful feeling . And today having it on was a new experince in being out in the real world locked . Bye for now .
I have been placed in my Curve for about a week now and Mistress has been enjoying tormenting me the entire time. Today she asked me to go to the shops for her, I jumped at the chance to please her, she then decided she also wanted to go out for a bit.
Earlier that day I told Mistress I wished to experiment with the different sizes of the Points of Intrigue and She had decided to have me try the biggest ones for the day. ('quite painful')
Anyway back to the story, as I left the house with Mistress everything was fine and pain free, we started to talk a bit on the way there ab out The Curve and the like, during this conversation I became aroused and started to hobble a bit as the Points of Intrigue started to dig into my manhood , alert as ever she picked up on this in seconds, she looked at me and smiled and asked if I was ok, I replied that the Points were digging into me then she took my hand pulled me towards her and kissed me,
So, it appears that things are "on hold" for now, much to my displeasure. But I can understand how he wants it to be someone else (wife) pulling all his strings.
Still, I love teasing him, and he still loves being teased. So, if she doesn't come on board (so to speak) I can imagine that he'll come back for more soon... Now that he's had a taste of what I have to offer...
This is my first entry ever into any blog or website, so here goes.
Until a few weeks ago, I was a typical, average, everyday single female, wandering around with no problems, looking for an average everyday male to settle down with.
But then, my best friend's husband (whom I've known for 15 years - as long as She has) revealed to me that he liked wearing woman's underwear. I was not surprised because years earlier, he had told me that he fantasised about me dominating him. I told him at the time that I wasn't sure that I could do that. ( I always thought that I was too nice to be that much of a bitch. I was wrong.) I wasn't surprised that he was wearing woman's panties because he got off on being humiliated and dominated and it made sense to me that he would do that with the possibility of being discovered and chastised by me.
Today i have been thinking about how important is the bond between the Domme and her submissive. Through her beauty and power she can invest the relationship with a sexual majesty that can be overwhelming to her boy. Of course, if he is on the floor most of the time, he will always be looking up to her. And what does he see? Long legs encased in smooth nylon stockings, perhaps garters and certainly enticing panties that hide her untouchable treasure in the warm darkness beneath her skirt. In this position, he knows he is at home and so being told to remain on the floor nearest to her feet is the most natural and easy to follow command. When she tells him to kiss her feet he begins to smell her unique bodily scent. The muskiness of her nylon webbed toes is an echo of her more private scent- a scent that is richer and more complex, one that will intoxicate him beyond reason. If she desires, she will allow him to continue kissing her legs and then perhaps the rounded cheeks of her ass. Always looking upward, this will be a process of rising into higher and more dizzying realms as he senses all of the mysteries that his tounque and nose can translate for him.
At this point there will be no more time. Whether he laps the juices that glisten on her labia or the tiny pink cornice of her rectum- Whether he serves her for a few minutes or a few hours, the sensation of time is insignificant. His fulfillment has been realized and after pleasing her in everyway commanded he should be willing still to crawl back to the shelter of her powerful shadow and serve her as a slave with no considerations asked. Did he have an orgasm? Probably not. Why would she dwell on such an inconsequential detail? Someone who possesses all of the sexual power of the universe? Carrying back from the kitchen, a glass of wine that she has ordered, he may feel the pressing of his erection against the soft surface of his panties. A feeling of gratitude and pride suffuses his heart and a tiny drop of fluid slowly collects, a damp and unrewarded spot on the front of his panties that signals his humiliation and contentment.
Well it has been 14 days that I have been locked up. I didn't think that I would make it this far. It has been frustrating at times but I am surviveing. The worst part is the mornings due to the uncontrolable erection that trys to happen. it causes me so much pain that it wakes me. I think if my wife would unlock me and give me release It may not hurt as bad. I will just have to wait and see what this week brings me.
I have never been locked up this long before. It's been 5 days, it seems like a month. I've been a lot nicer to Mistress, through this trail. She really likes it a lot, she seems really content all the time now. Last night, for the second time, she said she likes it so much, she doesn't ever want to unlock me. This is really starting to make me nervous. It's difficult to tell if she's teasing or serious. I would think she's teasing, based on her personality and the way she's acted in the past, but at the same time, she sounds pretty serious and matter-of-fact about the whole thing.
We'll be leaving on a camping trip tomorrow, leaving for a week. It's appearing as though I may still be locked up on the trip. I've never been in that situation before. I'm apprehensive about the drive. It's going to be 7 hours of drving without stops. It may end up being a slow trip with the stops I might want to make. I don't think she'd consider driving discomfort to be a reason to unlock me. Her resolve on unlocking me seems to be stronger than the steel in the lock. Am I in trouble?
So here we have the typical male. As soon as he comes home from work – if he didn't have a couple of pints at the loacl pub on his way home – he lays down with beer, cigarettes and a porn magazine. He expects his Wife serving him as he believes to be
the so called bread winner. He starts pleasuring himself, rubbing his small dick and when his dutyful Wife wants to receive some tenderness in bed later the night She only find a beer and smoke smelling asshole that snores and cares not in the least about Her.
Those typical males are clear evidence that evolution sometimes can end up in a cul-de-sac.
But even such typical macho males can be changed to the better and there is one solution that works. Make him a sissy, feminize him as much as you like and stop acting him in the way he has been brought up.
Tom was such a male and his Wife was truly fed up with him for not helping in the house and treating Her like a servant.
Some people might call it mean to mix some laxative in his beer or pulling little dog hairs in his cigarettes with the help of a sewing needle but in the end it did the trick. In the end She even convinced him to giving up alcohol and tobacco after he always felt sick after drinking and smoking.
Now the way was free for step 2
Making him wear frillies underneath
It was almost too simple to trick him into panties. With his three pairs of boxer shorts – men can be such filthy creatures changing their underwear only twice a week – it took not long after She blocked the washing machine pretending it would be out of order that he run out of clean underwear. She could rest assured that he would not make any efforts to repair the machine as She had asked him for.
Of course, the usual complains such as „men don't wear panties“, „that's Women's stuff“ or „what will my workmates say“ fell on deaf ears and after a short argument, for what She was prepared, he eventually dressed in a pair of Her panties and since the weather was cold and he had no clean socks either, he ended up in a pair of tights as well.
Would he admit that he felt excited by the unusual underwear he was forced to wear to work and that the secret under his business suit made his little dick getting stiff again and again? Of course he would not admit this fact, but his protest the next day was remarkable weaker. He even found it quite funny when his Wife took some pictures of him showing his feminine undies.
It took him nearly two weeks till he asked when he would get back his male underwear but it was too late. He had not really a choice when She said that either he would wear the frills or the pictures She had taken would be mailed out to everyone he knows including his boss. He knew he had lost the game and once having him at this point, She even added a bra to his daily underwear and moved off to the step 3.
Making him to destroy his male underwear After having him in frillies at all times She tought it might be essential that his old male underwear would not only be thrown away or given to the charity but it tearing them apart by his own hands would be a symbolic act that would be fixed in his mind for good. How right She was. She had him dressed in nothing but female clothing and gave him a pair of scissors. Again he complained but the pictures of him wearing the most feminine of underwear eventually convinced him doing what he was told. He was well aware what he was doing and that his life would be sealed in one way or the other. Yet he could not tell what his Wife was up to but there was no doubt that She had not finished with turning him into a sissy. A few tears ran down his cheeks because he had to admit to himself that he was enjoying the way his Wife had changed and started dominating him.
Now, that he started to get used to say „my bra“, „my panties“, „my tights“ or „my stockings“ it was time to learn a new term - „my corset“ and step 4 was due.
Things are heating up a bit now. I've had feelings of frustration during the day. The tube of this CB3000 is rather tight, and tends to rub...oh, so slightly. The effect is to get me semi-aroused and keep me there, but helpless to be able to do anything about it to relieve the frustration. It makes me think of my wife very frequently through the day. Yesterday wasn't to good. I did some nice things for her, but when we awoke yesterday morning, I talked to her of some ways I wanted her to change. Yes, a major mistake, this was a conversation I had no right to delve into. I explained to her why I thought I was wrong to do this, that I was wrong and I apologized. She said it really didn't upset her. I know that still doesn't make it right, and apparently so does she. We have a nightly assessment period that analyzes my behavior for that day. If I behaved well, that night counts toward reducing my confinement. If I behaved poorly, our contract states that night will not count, therefore extending my confinement one more night. My Mistress has full control over the evaluation and decision. Last night, she decided I would only earn .5 nights. I said how are we going to deal with a half a night at the end. She said "Don't worry, we'll find a way to take care of it." Silly me. She knows me well.
She's beginning to enjoy my frustration though, and reveling in the extra attention that accompanies it. It seems like things keep getting better for her, and she likes it that way. Her comment yesterday that she might not want to ever let me out takes on a stronger sense of forboding. She expresses sympathy for my hardship in that unsympathetic way women can do. Of course, she's waiting for it to get worse. She's patient. It'll happen, I'm sure. In the meantime, she tries to help me out by teasing me. Sometimes I think she's not quite as patient as I think. The teasing only makes the frustration work that much faster. Like I say, she knows me well.
I am fairly new to this site. I have been locked in a CB3000 for ten days now. I have to say as each day passes I get more and more used to wearing it. My wife and I have been really enjoying this new found fetish.
Last night for instance I was told to shave her. After this was done I put on a strap-on and pleasured her. I was told to lay on the bed when she was satisfied and she started to whip me with a crop and then had me do her anally with the srap-on leaving me frustrated and still locked up. She says if I am good tonite she will ulock it.
I have just picked up the mail my new stirrup nipple rings are in and I had a hell of a time puting them in. It took over a hour to force them through the small holes that I had. Now that they are in it feels like I just had them peirced all over again. A constant state of arousal. I hope she goes easy on me tonite.
Well, we're coming to the end of day 2. Last night, Mistress rolled the dice to determine the length of my confinement. When we played at chastity before, the longest I had gone was 3, maybe 4 days maximum, and that on probably one occasion. So, last night the dice were rolled. Mistress wasn't going to tell me how long, but she did say "Good luck". I fear it's going to me longer than 3 days this time. Of course, she can always make it longer if she wishes. I'm not feeling too bad right now, more curious than anything else at this point.
Several years ago I had My subby pierced. I went with the Prince Albert and have not been disappointed. Over the years, he has increased the size of the ring going from a 8 ga. down to a 2 ga. The ring is extremely smooth and has never been a problem during sex or masturbation. Quite the opposite. It adds to the feeling tremendously. Now, the hole it has created will accomodate the Lori's tube I've ordered for him. One of the best moves I ever made!
How do you answer someone when you’re asked, “Who are you?”For me, identity has been an evolving concept on my journey of self-discovery. I never felt like I fit the “woman trapped in a man’s body” archetype.I may have been born male, but I’ve learned that I have more than enough natural femininity without having to resort to hormones or sex reassignment surgery. Sure I’ve got some unsightly hairs that I’d like to permanently remove, but I can still look and - more importantly – feel like a woman without spending a lot of money in the process. I'm lucky that I just happen to have a nice figure, and the lovely Goddess Ethereal ("Goddess" for short) helps me out a lot with my wardrobe and make-up.As for my oversized “clitty” . . . I happen to really like that part of my anatomy and so does my Goddess.Even if I had money to burn on a boob job, I’d still leave my male genitalia alone. Goddess keeps my less-than-prestigious excuse for a "long-clitty" locked 24/7 in a CB-3000 chastity device, so it’s not as if I’m able to use it the way a man would anyway.
If you’re in to labels, I guess all this means I see myself as being a “she-male” or perhaps an “androgyne” rather than a true “transsexual”. Goddess provided me with the following definition of transsexual: “a person who transitions from one sex to the other, via hormones, anti-adrogens, lives, works, and functions in the role of the "opposite" sex with the goal of sex reassignment surgery (SRS)”.That definitely excludes yours truly, but then again it’s just another label. I've found that labels are great for simple products (like light beer) but AWFUL when it comes to describing complex multi-faceted social animals like human beings. I'm not a "black-and-white" type of thinker, so I have trouble with simplistic labels that tend to group things that aren't necessarily homogeneous based on an often biased, one-dimensional criteria. Like Republicans and Democrats.
But back to me. Labels aside, I'm a "40-something" year-old "transgendered" person. I prefer to dress and act as a woman when I'm able and I've been told I pass quite well - please see my photos in my photo album (link in my signature below) and judge for yourself. I have dark hair and hazel eyes. My measurements are 38-31-38 . . . that's a 38-inch bust, 31-inch waist, and 38-inch hips. Yes, I've really got curves! I'm a co-founder and moderator of the Chastisized T-Girls Yahoo! Group. I'm a degreed and licensed professional in my "other life" (the one that pays the bills). I'm bi-sexual. I'm involved a very intimate, long-term relationship with the lovely Goddess Ethereal. I am Goddess Ethereal's property. My Goddess and I live in the same city and see each other frequently. We share a lot of common interests, including but by no means limited to "kink" in general and BDSM in particular. Locally, I have a small but steadily growing group of friends in the lifestyle who know and either accept - or at least tolerate - my "t-girl" status. What else is there? Ask me and maybe I'll tell you !
This isn't the beginning, but it also is. We've owned a CB3000 for over a year, but haven't used it much at all, only a day or 2 at a time and more like a game than anything else. The other day, I locked myself up and presented myself to my wife. We played the game again, but then I came across the dice game elsewhere on the web used to determine the term of confinement, and she seemed agreeable. I wrote her a few letters telling her of my desire to be owned by her and serve her, and her response was very positive. This morning I wrote and printed out a contract for her to consider, asking her to take over ownership of my cock for a time to be determined by the dice. It may be as little as 1 day, or as long as 12. There are also provisions in the contract for lengthening the confinement for reasons of poor performance as well as provisions for her deciding to confine me whenever she wishes in the future. The length of the contract is 4 months, expiring on August 1, 2007. There are other terms, all favorable to her and not to me, but this gives you the gist of things for now. I left the signed contract on the kitchen table this morning, with a request that she email me at work simply saying "Contract accepted" or "Over the top". Shortly after arriving at work this morning, I received an email from her that simply said "Contract accepted"! So, this is the beginning. I am now locked up with my CB3000 protecting Mistress's cock, denying me access to it. I don't know how long I'll be confined. I'm excited, but nervous at the same time. She now has the ability and apparently the desire to lock me up any time she wishes, and can do this for the next 4 months. I'll try to post to this blog frequently to let you know how things are going.
Home 
, alert as ever she picked up on this in seconds, she looked at me and smiled and asked if I was ok, I replied that the Points were digging into me then she took my hand pulled me towards her and kissed me,
underwear would not only be thrown away or given to the charity but it tearing them apart by his own hands would be a symbolic act that would be fixed in his mind for good. How right She was. She had him dressed in nothing but female clothing and gave him a pair of scissors. Again he complained but the pictures of him wearing the most feminine of underwear eventually convinced him doing what he was told. He was well aware what he was doing and that his life would be sealed in one way or the other. Yet he could not tell what his Wife was up to but there was no doubt that She had not finished with turning him into a sissy. A few tears ran down his cheeks because he had to admit to himself that he was enjoying the way his Wife had changed and started dominating him.
