I was lying in a warm bath a couple of hours ago watching as my cock reacted to the warm soapy water. I watched it lazily basking in the warmth as it languidly unfurled and although still flaccid it stretched in reaction to the heat.
As I sat looking at it lazily flopping around I knew it is no longer mine. It is a strange feeling to look at part of one’s own body as a detached observer. If truth be told it has not belonged to me for a while but recently it has begun to feel different.
I have lived in a sort of self -imposed chastity for a long time now probably since my baptism by Madame Catarina and although my owner has never explicitly laid claim to control my cock at all times I have just assumed it belonged to her and that she controlled it as she does the rest of me.
So the recent experiment with a chastity device for 24 hours and at the time of writing the imminent incarceration of my cock for another 48 hours has been a real eye opener.
Lying in the bath I began to think about the last few years and how I seem to have developed an inbuilt form of self-control; as sort of subconscious monitoring of my feelings and desires in the believe that orgasm would somehow lessen Madame Catarina’s ownership and control. In a sense my brain has become a chastity device and a very powerful one but also a very labour intensive one. I have I suppose constantly monitored myself and become my own key holder.
But the first 24 hours of being locked in to chastity has moved this all on to another level. Strangely the physical restraint and the demand for physical proof by Madame Catarina has been a liberating experience. My cock now belongs to her in a very real sense with the device fitted I can longer touch it and my desires is physically constrained.
Each impulse, each inconvenience, each inadvertent pinching of the skin reminds me that I am her slave…And when I am not wearing it…I know at any moment she may order me to lock her property away and I know that deep down I want this desperately…and I know within a few hours I will be locked in again and her ownership will reassert itself in a very practical way…..
And now a few hours later and my cock is encased in its plastic prison and locked in tight. I imagine the plastic sheath as the invisible hand of Madame Catarina that reaches out across the sea and grips my cock in a steel vice like grip. And I surrender to her willingly and helplessly as once again I fall deeper into her slavery.
From the 14th-16th August 2015 Madame Catarina will be holding a very special event at the hidden torture farm just south of Berlin. Over the three days and nights she will be joining forces with the amazing Lady Stella to provide a unique and immersive slave experience.
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Find out more about this project and Madame Catarina’s new movies please read her blog
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