Note: It hasn't been proof-read because I am a lazy writer.  

I always find these blog entries hard to write. If I was writing about something abstract or something fictional, the words would easily pour out of me. But because this has to be personally reflective, I spend most of the time with a blank screen and wandering fingers. The idea of lying or using generic gibberish alwys crosses my mind but M can always tell when I'm not being genuine and I'll end up paying for it, it more ways than one.

Knowing us all, inside and out is easily M's greatest strength. She knows all the buttons to push and when to push them. But that's why we all adore her so much. And that's why we all fill out these daily blogs, so she can deepen her grip on us by having more and more intimate knowledge. And the reverse is also true, M keeps an intimate blog as well but only her fellow domme friends have access to it, while ours are open to everyone and anyone. So she knows all about us and we know what we need to know about her.

She likes to play games like that to tease and torment us, some are subtle and others are more blatant. The latter, for example, is happening right now. As we were all sent to our rooms tonight, she informed as that David, one of her lovers, was staying with her in her room tonight and that his "protocol" was now in place. And that "protocol" basically means that every one of her subs have to pepper their bedrooms walls with blown-up pictures of David's large cock. She states that this protocol is too remind of us of the fact that she only dates studs with big dicks, and to remind us that her body is completely off limits to us - we will never get to touch her or see her even remotely near being naked. And that's one of the easier "lover protocols" to follow. She also sees a guy call James on a frequent basis, and he was kind enough to let her make a plaster cast of his 10 inch member. I'm sure I don't have to go into detail about what her boys have to do with the mutiple casts she had made when he comes over to have his way with her.

So here I am, sitting in front of a blank blog screen with pictures of her lover's huge cock all around me. I reach down and adjust my jeans, my steel encaged cock pulsing eagerly. I know I have to finish this blog within the next hour or so, as it's better of my chastity release criteria - But it's hard to concentrate at all knowing that she is in her room probably having orgasm after orgasm on that thick heavy cock. I hope I finish this soon, the hour is late and I have work tomorrow. It's time like this I envy cooper. He's her houseboy/maid. Cooper is the only one of us that doesn't have to be a bread-winner. His duties are making sure that M's life of luxury has clean sheets and is well fed.

 He is a good chef though, I'll give him that. And he does seem to be the only boy here that genuinely revels in being feminised. Mind you, he is the only one of us that has an andrygounous body type that suits the dresses, skirts and panties that M has us wear. The thought of him in a tight little summer dress actually makes my cramped penis twitch. I wonder when our release date is due, M would let me cum inside his tight little ass. I wouldn't dream of asking her for it though. The last time I had the gaul to do that - she made me release into a blow-up doll, while she and her friend K took a series of pictures and videos. I've never dared to ask her for anything again.

I curse inwardly and bite my lip as it dawns on me that I haven't handed in my daily inteniary sheet on time. That's another day added to my release date. Bastard. You see M doesn't like to run every factions of her lives for us, but she does like to know what we are up to and where we are at all times. So we have to fill out a routine sheet every night that sets out what and when we are doing the next day, any funds we might need for food or travel, etc.... If she's in a good mood or feeling lazy, she usually just sign it off. But if she's had a bad day or just feeling like being a devil, she'll make little add-ons or teases like having to wear bright pink panties with a red bow on to work or buy a vegetable at the supermarket and go into the supermarket toilet and fuck ourselves with it, all with photographic evidence as well of course - she does like to keep the files she stores on us fat with evidence of our humiliation for her to either post online or, worse, invite her friends around to watch a degrading slide-show while we have to kiss and worship their feet.

M can be quite a demanding woman, but she only really tolerates us because we fund her lifestyle. She only teases us to keep us keen on handing over our paycheques to her every month, so she can keep fucking around with her lovers. So that she doesn't have to indulge in our subby fetishes, she tends to either hire in pro-dommes or send us out to her more malicious domme friends. We do spend quite a lot time with her friend K. K is more into humiliation than degradation. The first time we were sent to her, she had also all strip down naked and had us smear ourselves and each other in baby oil. She then set up her tripod and camera to film us playing an uncomprimising game of twister. Five naked guys in chastity devices falling all over each other while she films and cheers us on. God I hope I never have to watch that footage.

Another friend of M's is P. A name that makes me shudder. P is a huge fan of feminisation and not just your typical wearing panties, dresses or skirts type feminisation. She's big on proper and full sissification, she owns a massive collection of big puffy thrilly dresses, big hair bows, knee high socks, ludicriously tall high heels and all other exagerrated feminine clothing. All in pink of course, it has to be all in pink.

And it's not just the clothes. P likes to modify her sissies behaviour - so not only are we dressed up in a humiliating fashion, we have to mince around and speak in feminine voice while we curtsey to every domme in our vicinity.

The worst time with P had to be her "sissy olympics". A whole collection of humiliating games in which it was sissy versus sissy to win prizes. If you came third, you were given one hard face slap. If you came second you were given one hard slap across your ass. And If you came first, you were given a hard cock slap. It may not seem like much to win, but we were guys who were forbidden to either touch women or have women touch us, so this kind of opportunity was rare, so the competition was fierce. The most humiliating event was the "100 yard dildo" which involved all of us sissied up in our dresses and heels, with our panties around around ankles, running a hundred yard dash and every ten yards there was an upright dildo that we had to squat over and take inside our asses. Because the dildos increased in size every time, the finishing time of the winner was nearly two hours!

And when none of M's friends were avaiable to torment us, she would use the money that we had given her to hire out a dominatrix for a night. I remember one weekend when M,P and K had arranged to go to a cabin up north with their lovers, P hired out Miss C to look after us in our house. Now, this weekend coincided with our release date, so we were all extremely excited and eager. And when Miss C entered our house we were all fawning over her, trying to impress her. But she was having none of it. We were all stripped naked and released from our chaste devices. All our little cocks were hard instantly, something that she found to be greatly amusing. She then tied string around the testicles of each man so that each man was tied to another by his testicles. Then she has as all kneeling in the center of the room, as she told us that we all had to crawl away from her and each other and that the first boy to squeal to be let go, would be put back into his device and given another month to his release date. It was so painful having my balls pulled back like that at the angle, and I was extremely grateful to hear cooper begging Miss C to be let go. Cooper was always the weakest in the group when it came to CBT. The look on his faace when Miss C locked him back up was priceless.

Next up, Miss C had us back in the centre of the room on all fours in front of her. She then paired us up. I was paired with tim, and bill and steve were a pair. Miss C then had us face away from our partner on all fours, so that we were ass-to-ass. She then dipped into a case that she brought with her and pulled out two big and black double-ended dildos. Then she carefully slid just a head of each dildo into the asshole of each man, and carefully with a red marker pen she drew a line across each toy directly in the middle of it. She then sat back into a chair, pulled out a stop watch and stated that the first person to cross the line with their ass will go through, and whoever loses will go back into their devices and have 2 months added onto their release dates. She also added that there was a ten minute time limit and if no-one had crossed a line then all of us would have three months added.

It was a tough task and it felt like my ass wis ripping open at times but only I could think about was cumming so I pushed back hard and fast, giving my partner no chance. And luckily for me the other pair couldn't finish. So I was the winner, a very sore winner - but a winner none-the-less.

Miss C then buckled all the losers back into their devices and told them to go to their rooms. She then turned to me and smiled. "Time to cum, little dick" she said. I could barely contain myself and my cock was as hard as it had ever been. She called me to lay on my back and pull my knees up so that I was in a semi-shoulder stand position with my hard little dick pointed at my face.

"Hold that position, bitch" she said.

She then left the room for what seemed like hours but was probably only minutes. When she came back she stood beside my ass, hanging in the air...

"So you ready to see that tiny dick squirt, huh loser?"

"Yes-s-ss Ma'a-am" I stuttered out.

"First beg me to fuck your slutty ass, whore" She hissed at me.

"Yes Ma'am, please fuck my slutty ass. I want it so badly." I managed to squeal out, my hard dick throbbing and swaying as she taunts me.

"Ha-ha, you sad little fuck. Beg me for my strap-on like a nasty whore on the street would"

"Please...please fuck me with your strap-on Ma'am, I'm a cheap little cocked tart who needs in really badly". I blurted out.

Miss C sniggered loudly before she plunged her thick strap-on deep and straight into my ass. And even though the double-ender had opened me wide before, the strap-on was thicker yet and bore hard and rough into me.

"Aaarrrgghhhhh!!". I yelped out, my face taut from the strain.

I had to take over an hour of my ass getting roughly fucked before she allowed me to stroke my cock. And within 30 seconds I had shot a whole 4 months worth of cum all over my face and hair. And before I was locked back up, I had the pleasure of licking clean Miss C's boots and toys.

I look at the clock, the deadline for my blog has come and gone. The blogs are a big thing for M, so I can see myself getting at least a few weeks added onto my release date. I need to be more organised, that's for sure.

The End.