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First contact

First contact

After a little delay, I finally got to meet the man who will make Mr Kitty’s wishes come true; at least, his wish for dominant cock. And guess what? The guy is practically my neighbour, so I can call him over whenever I want!

I was looking for two essential qualities in our candidate. Bisexuality, so that I wouldn’t feel left out if I wanted to play, and full willingness to do things to my kittyslave (as opposed to with him). I am happy to say that he has delivered on both counts.

We decided to meet at my house because he is so local, and this town so small, that it made little sense trying to meet somewhere public beforehand. Mr Kitty had been in contact with him for a while and he seemed like a nice guy… with an even nicer cock. Oh, I was right about that.

Almost immediately after he got into our bedroom, he began to undress me while my slave watched. Mr Kitty was plugged and surely attempted-hard inside his little cage. He’s only been present a few times while I was being fucked by another man, and he’s still not fully used to seeing someone else’s cock sliding into me. It makes him go a bit crazy in his submissiveness, in ways that I find both cute and really hot. As the candidate plunged deep into me, I felt completely worshipped by my cute slave.

There were blowjobs too, but I wasn’t the one giving them. 😉

By the end, I was completely sexed out and Mr Kitty seemed almost overcome with submission. It was really funny to watch. The candidate commented on the way Mr Kitty continued to softly kiss my body as I lay on the bed, still recovering from the orgasms. That’s always been a post-sex feature for us and I never thought anything of it. Funny how things that seem perfectly ordinary to us can be worth commenting on to other people.

I really liked the power dynamics with the candidate. He was dominant towards Mr Kitty, although ultimately I remained in full control. After I ordered Mr Kitty to give the first blowjob, the candidate understood straight away that he was also allowed to give orders to Mr Kitty, which was just what I had hoped. However, I was still in charge and as such, he still referred to me any time he was in doubt. That was very nice because I don’t like to give full control to anyone. It’s just not me.

I didn’t let the candidate put his hard dick in my little kittyslave’s ass in the first encounter. To be honest, I’m not really into that sort of thing, so I’m not interested in actually seeing it. There will be time for that when they are alone. Though as it turns out, seeing the candidate’s hard dick in kittyslave’s mouth turned out to be pretty hot, a lot more than I expected. So, who knows? Maybe I’d like to see the actual sex bit too.

To sum up, I fully trust that the candidate will be able to handle my kittyslave the way he should. ^_^

After this first encounter, Mr Kitty was so fuzzy and happy and worshipping and lovely that I can’t wait to do it again!

Omg, I got rejected!

Omg, I got rejected!

On the last day of our short holiday, I stayed over at Mr Kitty’s parents’ house. We needed to get up at 4am to catch our flight back home, and since his parents were giving us a lift to the airport, the logistics were easier that way.

Mr Kitty had a small, superficial cock injury (caused by the device, it seems) so I let him stay unlocked out of pity. It’s not like he’d be wanking around his parents anyway, and I thought the injury would prevent any attempts. I was wrong. It wasn’t so much an injury, but a mild scrape that didn’t hurt enough to stop him. Grrr. Thankfully, he still knows better than to cum without my permission.

His parents have a very large house, which doubles as a guest house of sorts. As it turns out, my kittyslave’s old bedroom is now part of the rooms on offer to tourists so we had to stay at the crappiest little bedroom in the house. The one with the thinnest walls ever. To make matters worse, I was very, very horny.

I’m ashamed to say that I tried everything to seduce the hell out of Mr Kitty. It worked. Sort of.


It didn’t.

I mean, he got hard. He got really horny. He wanted to fuck the living daylights out of me. I know that. Am I trying to reassure myself by writing this? >_< Honestly, he seemed to be all for it. I swear. And yet it didn’t happen.

I got rejected! By my normally locked up slave! It was awful!!! All because of thin walls and family. Apparently, Mr Kitty has a real issue with having sex at his parents’ house. He says it’s a turnoff, even if I promise to be quiet, and he’s clearly not physically turned off. He also refused to do it while “the guest next door could probably hear us breathing”. Yes, he said that. Considering that this room used to be his brother’s room, I somehow doubt it’s that bad. But hey, it’s not my childhood home, is it?

Next time we’ll just stay in a hotel, and he’ll stay locked up and fuck me with a strap on dildo. That will fix the turn off problem…

FYI, I ended up using my own little fingers in the end, and no one complained about any noise. Or breathing.

Ah, family

Ah, family

We are spending the weekend in Mr Kitty’s home town, visiting his parents, who bought us the plane tickets because it’s his birthday. Due to our family dynamics and somewhat unconventional family history, I prefer to stay at my sister’s house, while Mr Kitty stays with his parents. The arrangement works well for us, although I find it hard not to miss him despite our frequent meet ups. It also means that we are rarely together for traditional family gatherings like birthdays and Christmas. I’m not very traditional myself, so it doesn’t bother me.


I grew up in a very traditional family. Religion was a big part; in particular, my mother’s flavour of Protestantism. She never approved of my relationship with Mr Kitty, and it’s only recently that she has come to accept him as part of the family. My sister was much of the same. While I rejected my mother’s sense of morality when I reached adulthood, my sister embraced it, made it her own, and then became even more conservative than my mother in her beliefs. We don’t mention our different views in an attempt to keep the peace. This requires so much skirting around certain subjects that it almost feels like I’m living in a PG family sitcom. To their credit, my family have become much more tolerant than before. They don’t even call it ‘living in sin’ anymore! Just… never ever refer to it.

I know it’s more difficult for them than it is for me because I’m used to hiding whole aspects of my life from certain people. This blog is one of them. The chastity thing. The fact that my relationship with Mr Kitty was kept hidden from both of our families for its first couple of years (that’s a whole story unto itself!). I’m very open with my friends, and yet my family barely knows me at all. I wonder what they’d think if they found out that I keep my kittyslave locked up in a chastity cage. What would Mr Kitty’s family think? His parents are as traditional as mine, but since they’re only cultural Catholics (as opposed to practising Catholics) they don’t seem to have much of an issue with any of the things that used to concern my family.

I doubt anyone in either family suspects that we’re into anything unusual. Kinky, yes, but only because that’s almost expected of the family oddball. Probably not anything as out there as male chastity. But looking at my sister, for example, with her postcard life of a husband and a toddler, really makes me wonder. I personally know a lot of people who have tried kinky things, most of which found out that it wasn’t for them. But they did try. Do people like my sister ever try these things? People who feel honoured when the pastor visits their house? Who would openly criticise me, Bible in one hand, for not living my life the way they do?

I love my family. Really, I do. I have reasons to resent them, yes, but they are my family and I know they want the best for me. Still, I’m very grateful for the narrow strip of sea and the country borders that separate their lives from mine. I’m also grateful that the internet exists, and Whatsapp, and cheap flights, so that I can keep in touch with them regardless of the distance. Would I live in the same town as them? Hell no. But in small amounts, they’re alright.

Pimpin’ Mr Kitty

Pimpin’ Mr Kitty

After our discussion about encouraging bisexual encounters, I’ve thought long and hard about the most appropriate way to proceed, as I prefer to have a framework to ensure that the needs of both of us are met. I considered two possible approaches:

  1. Change the contract to enforce scheduled bisexual encounters, whether it be on a predefined interval plan or as a consequence of certain actions.
  2. Use my authority to encourage him ad-hoc, whenever I feel like the encounters should be required.

As far as I can see, both of these approaches present advantages and disadvantages. I have a real issue with not being in full control of our little game. Yes, I am a control freak… which means that Option 1 may not work because I’m likely to feel too restricted by it if I have to follow it for any length of time. On the other hand, it would require much less direct involvement than the approach where I’d decide when I felt like having him meet some guy, which could be useful in certain circumstances. 

I have decided, after much consideration, that I will adopt a hybrid system. I still have to iron out details but I’m hoping it will work like this:

  • Article 25 of the contract definitely needs to be relaxed. It will be rephrased to accommodate the new system, once Mr Kitty and I decide on a new wording that pleases both of us.
  • Whenever I’m able, I will take the ad-hoc approach (Option 2, above), but allowing Mr Kitty to remind me if I don’t actively press him to do it in a long time, so that I can’t become lazy or simply forget, resulting in his needs not being met. How long is a long time will have to be decided together, although it will only be a reminder, and I don’t need to act on it if I don’t want to.
  • For times when I’m too busy to keep up with the ‘encouragement’ plan, I will revert to an interval or consequence of actions approach (Option 1, above), with prior notification and consent from Mr Kitty. (After all, he’s the one who’ll be getting ass fucked, not me!) Ideally, this option will only be followed for a maximum time which must still be decided, but I’d be worried if it ends up being more than a couple of months, at the very most. We will then go back to the previous approach as soon as possible.

I still have to tell Mr Kitty the new terms for his request. Hopefully he’s fine with them. If he’s not… well, he’s not the one that decides, is he? I will involve him in the details because it’s only fair, but the broad strokes of my little framework will be implemented as stated. I’m sure it’s all that he was hoping for. 😉

Despite the fact that we have not yet discussed this in full, we already have a candidate to help things along. We will be meeting him this week for a bit of initial fun, just to make sure that he is what we are looking for. We needed someone who is bisexual because I refuse to be left out if I want to participate, but he also needed to be fine with meeting Mr Kitty on his own, when the situation arises. So far this guy appears to be what we need, but we’ll see how it goes.

Sometimes it’s not topping from the bottom

Sometimes it’s not topping from the bottom

I had a fairly good day at work. When I got home, Mr Kitty was so sleepy that I was scared he might fall asleep halfway through making my tea. Apparently the plumber called today but didn’t think to mention what time he should be expected, so Mr Kitty spent the whole day (his night) awake. My poor thing.

As I had my tea, and he his coffee, we talked for a bit… and soon we were on a bed, my jumper pulled up exposing my boobs, with him sucking on them. It caught me completely off guard. I didn’t think he had the energy to do anything at all, let alone sexy worship. After I had my orgasm I lay on the bed next to him, quietly trying to catch my breath. In the silence of the bedroom I got distracted by the happy clouds that I could see out the window from the bed. Today was a lovely sunny day, and I swear the clouds looked like the happy ones in Super Mario! I got pulled back to reality by my kittyslave, who appeared to be falling asleep. He was turning to lie on his belly when he let out a random “Ow!!!” The cause? Horniness of course! He was so attempted hard that his change of position made his caged penis move in a weird way, and apparently that hurt. At least it woke him a little…

However, the sleepiness was definitely affecting him. He said he wanted to talk about something that has been bothering him.

You see, Mr Kitty has always considered himself straight, but in the context of chastity, he becomes really cock hungry. It’s very cute. These days he thinks of himself as bisexual in the strictly sexual sense, although he still has no attraction for men, just for their cocks. In particular, for their cocks in his ass or mouth. I’m fine with that.

Well, he wanted to ask me if I could not just condone his bisexual encounters, but actively encourage them. I don’t take lightly to topping from the bottom and he knows it. So he must have realised that I wouldn’t consider it topping from the bottom even though it is, strictly speaking. His reasoning, which I agree with, is that he wants the slavey feelings that come from being objectified by another man, but he can’t bring himself to do it of his own accord (as stated by the contract) unless I make him do it, because then he’s following my orders.

There are three relevant articles on our slave contract:

20. …the goddess will keep the slave as sexually engaged as if he were not a slave, with regular engagement in teasing and torture activities, slave training, cuckold/bi activities or anything else the goddess sees fit.

21. …for encounters with men the slave can only take part in activities that do not require release.

25. It is the slave’s responsibility to stay sexually entertained and avoid boredom by engaging in whatever sexually activity is available to a locked up slave including … sexual encounters with men…

He only gets off on the idea of having sex with men as part of his chastity, and his craving evaporates away as soon as he’s unlocked. But he’s too shy and scared (awh!) to do it if I’m not present, so he wants me to command him to do it.

On the one hand, that’s essentially him telling me what to do. On the other hand, I see myself as the custodian of his sexual pleasure and I like the idea of telling him to meet up with men every once in a while, without me being there. I’ve changed my mind a little on Article 25 since it was written because I feel like I shouldn’t have a clause that essentially allows me to have a hands-off approach to chastity, even if that’s not how I live it at all. So I’m considering softening it a little, maybe not have it as such an absolute, but a clause pertaining only to times when I’m too busy to do much with him, and with previous notice of the temporary change of dynamics.

Either way, I think he’s right and I’d like to encourage him to explore his sexuality on his own every once in a while. It might even turn into a nice reward once he gets enough confidence. Now I only need to decide on the new wording for Article 25, and which of our possible candidates will be asked to help Mr Kitty with his exploration. ^_^

Damsel in distress

Damsel in distress

Mr Kitty was away on a business trip this week. It was only for a couple of days and he was unlocked to prevent airport security issues. The house felt very empty, quiet and lonely. I was also lonely. I’ve never lived all by myself, and this house is far too big for a single occupant, so even with the cat by my side it felt strange to know that my kittyslave wasn’t in his office as usual, and that I couldn’t just climb up the stairs to see him. I usually have this issue when he’s away and I’ve found it a bit scary in the past. I’ve always thought of myself as a very independent person. It’s strange to think that I have such an emotional dependence on another human being, or that if something ever happened to him, I wouldn’t be able to cope with it.

A lot of people see me as the type of girl who gets what she wants. I ask for what I want, and most of the time, one way or another, I get it. I’ve also never shied away from working hard to get what I want.

Yesterday the headlights of my car needed to be replaced. Some of my girl friends, and certainly my family, would expect me to want to do the headlights myself instead of having to ‘rely on a man’ to do them. I work in a male-dominated field, have interests that are traditionally masculine and I should probably be able to do those things that people expect guys to be able to do. And yet when it comes to fixing things around the house, Mr Kitty is the one who does them every time.  I sat in the car as he changed the bulbs looking all cute. I handed him tools and chatted with him to keep him company. >_>

It gets worse.

Today one of the nuts on the toilet became loose because apparently the plumber didn’t finish the recent work correctly. Instead of getting a spanner or something to see if I could fix it myself, all I could think to do was wake Mr Kitty up and tell him that there was water coming out and that he needed to fix it before the bathroom was flooded.  The poor thing had to get out of bed, barely awake… in fact so sleepy that it took him a while to understand what I was trying to tell him, even though he could see the spray of water coming out. Eventually he managed to fix the issue, albeit temporarily.

Those two incidents, combined with the loneliness of his recent absence, made me feel like some sort of damsel in distress. I’m not used to being thought of in those terms. I will often have men do things for me because I made them, so I’m in the position of power and they are following my orders. In these situations, it was the exact opposite. I actively needed his help. It wasn’t by choice and it was, quite frankly, a bit ridiculous. The same thing happens with all sorts of stupid everyday things. I seem to return to a very vulnerable position, very stereotypically female, and I’m not sure it’s a good thing or that I want it, but at the same time I like feeling protected. I don’t know if it counts as him serving me from a submissive point of view, or if it counts as him just loving his fiancée and wanting to make me happy.

It’s weird how in our relationship, there is a big blur between what goes on in relation with chastity and BDSM, and what is there already from the standpoint of love and respect.

Either way, I wish he never had to go on business trips!

Launching a Spanish version of this blog

Launching a Spanish version of this blog

Spanish is one of my native languages, but I haven’t used it in any capacity in so many years that I’m beginning to worry about its rapid deterioration. =/

I also noticed that a few visitors to this blog come from Spanish-speaking countries. I figured that if I made a Spanish version of the site, I’d stop losing the language of my childhood, and maybe someone out there would benefit from it too.

Therefore, I’ve added a link to the Spanish version on the upper menu. It’s a little rough around the edges at the moment and I’m not at all confident of my translation abilities anymore, but hopefully it’s not too bad.

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