Chastity bites

One of the things my Goddess insists on is that I wear a chastity device, with her holding the keys to the padlock that keeps it in place. I have been wearing one virtually uninterrupted now for about five months, and it's currently been on for a month without a break. I have got used to it, but I am conscious of it all the time, especially when I am aroused and I can't get an erection (every morning and quite often at other times). It can be painful at times but that is a small price to pay to ensure my Goddess is happy and it is a constant reminder of my inferior status. She likes to know that I cannot have sex with anyone else (not that I would) or play with myself and she knows that so long as I am wearing it and she has the keys, she is in total control of a part of me - even if I'm miles away.
I made the mistake just before we went on holiday of asking Goddess if she would let me have the keys so that I could take it off before we went through airport security. Big mistake! She was very angry with me for trying to undermine her control over me and although she gave me the keys I was reminded regularly about my request. I certainly won't make the same mistake again. The last thing I want to do is undermine my Goddess so I will keep quiet in future at all times. I guess the chastity device will be locked on permanently from now on but if that is what Goddess wants that's fine by me. On a couple of occasions she's given me a Viagra tablet so that she can watch me squirm as my pathetic dick tries to escape. She calls be a cockless cunt and it's a very accurate description.
This weekend I have been in the doghouse because I left it late before asking if I could go to a music gig being organised by a friend. She called me a cunt and reminded me that I was a slave, not a boyfriend and certainly not the master. That's another mistake I won't make again. All I really care about is keeping Goddess happy, regardless of the humiliation or pain. Today she had me running around lingerie departments of various shops looking for some clothes she wanted. But am I bothered? Not if my Goddess tells me to. Because I recognise that I am just a cunt and she has total power over me.

Slave to a beautiful black Goddess

I have blogged before, under another name, and I have been writing a blog for my Goddess, or Mistress, for several years. But this is my first blog as a slave. I'm not sure what may appear in the future, as everything that happens to me in the future is under the control of my Goddess. But maybe there will be stuff of interest to report. I certainly hope so.

First, a little about my Goddess. She is beautiful, black, fun to be with, witty, intelligent and very, very dominant. She is in her mid 30s. I am in my early 60s (although people say I look up to 20 years younger). I know however that I am extremely lucky to have such a gorgeous Goddess. It's not as if I'm rich - although she has had many multi millionaires among her admirers. But for some reason she has taken me on as her slave.

She keeps me in a chastity device - a CB6000 shorty (I've got a small dick) and I have been wearing this for several months with very little freedom during that time. I have known Goddess for several years and I was her slave for about a year, but I stupidly went back to another black Mistress who I had been with previously. Things happened over the ensuing years and I ended up going back to my Goddess. To be honest, this was the best thing that could have happened. My other Mistress had a mean streak and was incredibly moody. My Goddess has her moods, but these are more than made up for by her fantastic personality. In any case, she is my Goddess and therefore her moods are not important - the only important thing is her wishes - what she needs and wants.

When I was with her before Goddess made me sleep at the foot of the bed. made me drink her pee, pissed on me, whipped me, made me sleep in a straight jacket (here's a photo from a few years ago), got me to lick her pussy and arse, dressed me as a maid and generally humiliated me. We would go to fetish clubs sometimes, with me dressed as a female or in bondage. What a wonderful experience! We don't do any of these things currently, which is my fault. I was unfaithful to her by going back to my former Mistress and I know that even since we have been back together I haven't put her needs ahead of all others as I now know I must.

But I have learned my lesson. I realise that I must obey her instantly, make her the focus of everything I do and always remember that she is my superior in every way. Recently she has taken to calling me 'cunt', and I think I finally realise my true position in life. It excites me, but most of all I realise that I am just a cunt - a worthless piece of shit, who has no right to question her and must do what I am told.

I have a lot of work to do to convince Goddess that I am serious,but I hope that in time Goddess will humiliate and degrade me like she used to do, treat me like dirt. lock me up in my rubber suit, piss on me and use me as the useless piece of shit that I am. But as she is the boss I can only concentrate on serving her and proving my sincerity as a true submissive over the weeks and months to come. She is a wonderful Goddess and I am eternally grateful that she cares enough to make me her slave - tough though may prove to be.

This may the only blog entry, because if Goddess doesn't approve I will stop, but maybe there will be more. We will see!