Today is all about being locked.
I am locked in chastity. There are no two ways about it. I am locked. Solidly. For as long as Mistress wishes it.
It does something to the mind. It releases, I don’t know, endorphins or something. But it is a release. I have said it many times before and I am sure I will say it many more times, in submission is release. That I lock myself up,voluntarily, with no perceived gain to myself, should be testament to why I do it.
And yet, why do I do it? Why do I persistently keep a steel metal cage around my tender parts when it has been neither requested nor demanded?
Imagine, if you will, for just a moment, that you serve a wonderful and amazing Mistress who has, of course many slavely individuals at her disposal. What does one do to try to elevate oneself in the rankings?
You know what? And this is something very very important.
This is my life. This is the life of Mistress. This is all about what I can offer Mistress, what I can do to make her world a better place to be. That is all. Any of those who would otherwise be termed as “wank fodder” can vacate. This is not what my blog is about. This is not what my Mistress is about. This blog is about what it feels like to lock oneself up for one’s Mistress. That is all. It is very simple and straightforward. And it is real.
Tomorrow is the administrative end of week two, although my own weeks of locking go from Thursday to Thursday. I love being locked. I do not know if I have said that before. I love it. I love Mistress and I love being locked for her and I love carrying out the day to day tasks of my life with Mistress being the focal point of everything I do.
And, just in case you are wondering. This is not obsession or stalking or anything like.
I have said it before and I will say it again.
It is called devotion.