June 21st – Beating the strike and starring on TV!

This morning i needed to pack changes of underwear for i had no idea how long we might be out of town.  i chose to wear a grey lace bra and to take a number of grey and silver panties and thongs so as to be as close to matching as i could for every day i was away.  There was no guarantee that i would have any privacy so it was unlikely i would have chance to wash soiled panties.

We were away at 6.00am and after an hour of uneventful driving south, we came to the first evidence of the strike.  Suddenly, there was no traffic coming towards us.  We arrived at a major road bridge over a wide river to find that the pickets had burned most of the wooden planking so that it was possible only for pedestrians to cross in single file.  There was no passage for vehicles whatsoever.  i sent one of our team over the bridge to do some reconnaissance of the river from the other side with a view to perhaps fording the river somewhere and, when he returned with a favourable report, we eased back about a half a kilometre to where a row of buildings stopped and farmland started.  There, we chatted with a guy who owned a field that separated the road from the river and for S/-50 (about $18), we persuaded him to let us access the river itself and try to cross.

Once down and onto the river bed, we were, for the start of our crossing at least, out of sight from the pickets.  However, we had at least 500m of diagonal driving back towards the bridge, climbing out of the river bed only perhaps 20 metres from it.  We were gambling that by the time the pickets realised what we were doing and only being able to cross the bridge themselves in single file and cautiously at that, we would be able to climb the bank and make our escape.  As things transpired though, the pickets were the least of my worries.  i had my foot hard down on the gas pedal and the truck in first gear, low ratio, 4-wheel drive as we bounced and slid over the rocky and boulder strewn river bed, our bow wave up over the hood (bonnet) and almost up to the windscreen.  i remember yelling to my partners that it was too deep and i was almost certain that the truck was going to stall in such a depth of water and knew that if it did we would be washed downstream by what was clearly a powerful current.  But i pressed on into the current and suddenly we began to accelerate out of it and then we were up the bank on the other side.  As we returned to the road, i could hear shouts and was aware of people running towards us and feared that they were pickets that had been on this side of the river and were going to intercept us.  But no, they were people frustrated by the strike who wanted to get a lift home.  So, we stopped briefly while about half a dozen people scrambled into the back of the pick up and then sped away.  i did not know until much later that our river crossing had been filmed by a TV crew and appeared on the National News that same day.  My associates in Lima recognised our vehicle.

From the bridge, we wound around small country and mountain roads and through small villages, occasionaly coming to a road block but not one for which we were unable to find a detour or wait and be allowed to pass in an hour or so and so it was about 5.00pm when we finally drove into Macusani, our destination.

Driving in to Macusani

We were only 2 hours overdue which was not bad considering the many detours we had undertaken and so were able to find lodgings, thankfully a room for each of us so my privacy, forced chastity and sissy secrets were assured for at least another day.  We met with our local man and planned tomorrow’s work over a dinner of “lomo saltado” washed down with a beer which turned out to be at least palatable.

The nights in Macusani are very cold and, in spite of the hotel’s claim of providing “en suite” bathrooms with hot and cold running water, it proved not to be the case and so i could only wash with cold water.  i quickly applied my face cream and an extra dose of deodorant and perfume so at least felt a little more feminine by the time i slipped into a bed that was at least warm.

June 20th – Still sore but coping with work if not with call’s of nature and the CB-2000!

i slept so solidly i almost slept through my alarm which is unusual for me.  i normally wake with the light and need only about 5 or 6 hours sleep but after yesterdays efforts, it took the persistent ringing of my alarm to rouse me after a good 7 hours!  We were on the road again early, this time heading east to a mountain community where our prospectors had been previously and sampled some workings.  This was exciting because the assays had returned good gold values in almost all of the samples and exceptional gold in one.

We passed through the small town of Paucartambo which was clearly preparing for a day of festive activities and, as we headed further up into the mountains, we passed a number of trucks loaded with people heading into the local centre, including one from the village to which we were heading.  Fortunately, due to the narrowness of the mountain track, both vehicles had to stop and manouevre past one and other and so we were able to identify the mayor of the community who was the guy we needed to deal with.  He gladly returned to his village with us and we all went up to look at the existing workings.  They were impressive and we were able to come to a working agreement with him very quickly.

It was at this point, as we stood near the top of the workings, high up on a windswept mountainside, that my worst fear struck.  i needed more than just to pee and while i was now confident of being able to pee through my chastity device while standing, i was unsure of how i would manage while squatting and certainly did not wish to be observed, especially as i would have to reveal the pink lace panties i was wearing that matched the bra that was also hidden beneath my male clothes.  i excused myself and went off around the side of a large rock outcrop and found a spot out of sight but unfortunately not out of the wind.  By the time i dropped my trousers and panties and tried squatting, my need was urgent.  i had no time to position the slit in my cock in front of an opening in its cage and, although i thought i had positioned myself with my back to the wind, it does of course swirl around in mountains and so i managed to spray pee in ever possible direction, wetting my panties but fortunately not so much my jeans.  i cleaned and dried myself as best i could with the limited supply of toilet paper i had with me and then, having dressed again, looked around and found more abandoned mine workings.  The project was getting bigger and better all of the time!  Out of a moments adversity, had come further reward.

So, it was a gurl with, wet, pee soaked panties that then drove our team and the local mayor back into Paucartambo where we then had to meet the rest of his village committee and sell our proposal to work with them on exploring and further developing the mine workings.  This took place by the famous bridge and, after half an hour, we had everyone’s unanimous approval and so set off through the town to find an internet cafe where we could prepare a document, get it printed and then signed.  The mayor of our community knew of one such place but this meant a rush through the fiesta – crowded streets full of observers of the many parades and bands that were marching through the town.  It reminded me of those movies you see where the chase is on and the fugitive manages to escape by losing himself in a marching parade.  But we found our internet cafe, drafted, approved, printed and signed our document and we had our first project.  From there, it was back to Cusco where we arrived at least in sufficient time for me to shower, wash panties, perfume and change before slipping out for a good meal washed down with a good Argentine Malbec.  i already knew it would be the last really decent meal i would have for a few days.  Our work tomorrow would take us through the main zone of strike activity and we were not guaranteed to get through and, even if we did, our programme dictated that we remain up in the mountains for at least one and possibly two nights.  No wine to be found where we were going!

i was still stiff and sore from yesterdays efforts but it felt lovely, to slip into my pink satin PJs feeling content with the day’s events, clean, freshly perfumed and oh so very “femme” before drifting off into a deep sleep.

June 19th 2009 – A day of chastity, cbt and a skinned ass but not at the hands of Mistress!

Today we headed north to check on a site where our local prospector had told were two ancient adits that he thought were of Spanish colonial times.  i drove all the way there, a 3 and a half hour journey, and, by 9.00am we were ready to begin a 4 hours climb of over 1100m altitude on a narrow and steep path.  Fortunately, or so i thought, our prospector had hired horses and so for me the climb should have been straightforward.  However, i knew from past experience that being designed for small indigenous Peruvians, the riding tack was not exactly designed for my larger feet, especially in climbing boots, or my larger ass.  Nevertheless, in normal circumstances, i knew that i would be able to cope.  However, today was the first time i had ever ridden an horse while in chastity and in a silver satin thong and matching bra.  Not that the bra was an issue but the CB-2000 and thong caused my grief.

i lost count of the times i must have grimaced as i bounced up steep climbs on the back of my horse, crushing my already constrained balls against the very hard and unforgiving leather of the local hand made saddle.  i tried to adjust my riding position so as to try and have my constrained cock and balls as far forward as possible, riding on as far back on my ass as i could.  This might have saved my testicles a little but the thong and the rear of the saddle managed to remove most of the skin off my ass, just above the crack in the region of my coccyx which felt as if it was on fire anyway from the bruising it had taken bouncing in the hard saddle.

After 4 hours in the saddle, we reached the adits and i thankfully dismounted only to discover that they were not adits at all.  There had been no mining there at any time.  They were simply small excavated caves, probably refuges in the mountains for shepherds.  So, i was disappointed and set off back down the mountain on foot this time, believing i could walk down easily enough and so save my tortured cock, balls and ass any more discomfort.  That was indeed the case but by the time we reached the bottom some 4 hours later my legs were like jelly and i then had the further discomfort of sitting at the wheel of my 4-wheel drive for a further 3 and a half hours driving back to Cusco, mostly on poorly maintained and narrow dirt roads which meant more bounding up and down for my tortured genitals and ass.

One of the issues that had troubled my mind before the start of the day was the issue of peeing while out in the field and wearing the CB-2000.  In normal day to day wear, i can go to the toilet and sit and so peeing is not a problem.  However, in the field, on an open and windswept mountainside with a number of other guys around, i would have to either go and find a large rock behind which to squat or learn how to pee through the CB-2000 while standing.  On the two occasions that such a need arose today, i was able to manipulate the tip of my cock so that the slit was positioned between the bars of the cock cage and so managed to pee upright.  i consider this a further boost to the wearability of the CBT-2000 chastity device.

It felt like a painful and wasted day until on our return i noticed some very interesting rocks in a stream bed that we crossed and so stopped to take a serious look at them and to sample them.  They gave me some hope that we may have discovered some mineralisation late in the day, only the assays will tell.  By the time we got back to Cusco and my hotel, i felt numb from the waist down and climbing out of the truck was difficult, my legs were so stiff and sore that they just did not want to work.  i welcomed the long luxuriating soak in the hot bath which brought some life back to my legs and was also able to discover little if any damage to my aching balls from the repeated bouncing and pinching they suffered on both the horse and in the truck.  However, my sexy silver satin thong was stained from the weeping sores on each of my ass cheeks and coccyx so, after soaking away my aches and pains, i finished off with a shower and hand washed my thong before slipping, perfumed and somewhat revitalised, into my pink satin PJs which i wore under my male clothes, while i slipped out for a light supper.  By 10.00pm, i was able to slide into my bed where i soon fell into a deep sleep.

June 18th 2009 – Heading out of Lima and up to Cusco

Today i traveled out of Lima and up to Cusco, a beautiful city high in the Andes which abounds with archaeological and historical interest.  But that was not the purpose of my visit.  No, i was going there for work and i knew in advance that it was going to be a difficult trip in more ways than one.  i was not concerned about detection of the CB-2000 but instead rather worried as to how i would cope working in the field, climbing to high altitude and doing a lot of walking every day.  Also, there had been a general strike announced for the country by the hard line left but only a small number of towns and villages had decided to join the strike.  The problem was that they were in the area to which i was headed and so i was also concerned that my journey might after all be wasted.

Nevertheless, i got up, showered, shaved and dressed pretty and perfumed in pink lace matching panties and bra under my male outer clothing.  i packed my male working clothes and just a few pairs of panties and a couple of bras, and, on the off chance that i might get some time to relax, a pair of embroidered jeans, a pink jumper and black stiletto heels.  As anticipated, there was no trouble at the airport security and my journey was uneventful.

i was expecting on arrival to meet with my colleagues and to head straight off to one of the mineral prospects that we have but it turned out not to be the case.  The strike meant that the road in that direction was blocked and we would have driven for 6 or 7 hours only to be held up on the road with nowhere to stay and with no idea of how long we would remain there.  So, instead, the afternoon and evening was spent in consultation with our exploration team there working out a new plan of campaign.  Whichever way you looked at the new plan, it was going to be difficult to beat the strike but we were determined to do so and somewhat exhilarated by the challenge.

That night, i did manage to slip into the heels, jeans and jumper for an hour or so which was spent in my hotel room preparing the maps needed for the forthcoming weeks work, before slipping into my pink satin PJs and getting a good nights sleep ahead of a 5.00am start.

June 17th 2009 – Locked Chastity, punishment, trust and bonding

Day 5 of my life in chastity and, having completed my recruitment plan for Mystress World, i duly received the password modifier so was able to take a look at my lesson for this 2 week cycle – “Locked Chastity Training.”  i read the lesson immediately and found that it really only covered the first five days in chastity of one of the Mystress World submales but nonetheless it made interesting reading.

Perhaps because the boy in the lesson still had an erectile function whereas mine is limited, i noticed that his first five days focused very much on the physical reaction and arousal.  Like me though, the boy found the device comfortable to wear 24/7.

The lesson also discusses what it terms a “seminal moment” when the cock and balls make one last surge only to send a reverberating pain and cold shiver back throughout the body with an ongoing effect that the boy will never become as hard or as big again.  This results in an acceptance of reality and a greater readiness to show attention and respect for Women in other ways.  Apparently too, the longer in “Locked Chastity” and the more “seminal moments” he experiences, the more he shrivels to the point where he cannot ever get hard or cum outside of “locked chastity” without another stimulus provided by his Owner/Domme.

This is something i am going to find impossible to relate to for in my post prostate state, i am already unable to get really hard although i can be sexually aroused.  In fact, in “locked chastity” i am in a constant state of arousal, both physical and emotional and where the physical need might be intense at times, it passes or reduces in intensity whereas the emotional arousal is a constant feeling of excitement and adoration for my Owner, of being permanently linked to Her by the key, of being therefore an extension of Her will with no sexual will of my own, indeed, no will at all of my own for in controlling my chastity, She controls me.

The lesson concludes that “locked chastity” makes for a better boy, a softer, emasculated boy who becomes more aware of and improves his oral skills, these now being his only permitted sexual expression.  For my part, i concur with that.  At day 5, i crave release and an orgasm and so am already willing to give of my all for Mistress Ana just for that dream of a temporary release at Her hands.  My tongue is thirsty for Her already.  Importantly though, for me, “locked chastity” has added something as well as taken something away.  It has taken away from me control of my sexual function, something that i was prepared to surrender anyway, but it has given me a heightened sexual awareness and sense of being Owned and belonging which to my submissive mind feels wonderful and is sentiment i have long desired.

Lady Dynah was quick on the uptake.  Once She saw the nature of my lesson for this cycle, She emailed me wanting me to detail my experience and feelings over the first five days of “locked chastity.”  This i duly completed and sent my response back straight away.  The thoughts above echo my response to Her.

Today was an uncomfortable day in chastity.  Not the fault of the CB-2000 but rather that the maroon lace panties i chose were a little loose in the crotch area and were constantly slipping to the side and so pushing the cock cage to an unnatural position.  Not a painful position but one that further heightened my sense of having no control.

i wore a matching plain bra today with a cute bow in the cleavage and very fine, almost transparent nylon knee-highs under my trousers and black stiletto heels while ever i was sat at my desk.  This was not for so long today though as i had several out of office meetings.  However, came the end of the day and being alone once all had left the office and my business partner had gone out for the night, i slipped on a light brown calf length crinkle skirt and a lovely maroon/purple coloured jumper with a sort of shawl-draped neckline.  In wig and make-up, i felt fantastically feminine and happily passed my time in the kitchen preparing and then eating my dinner.

Later, i was delighted to find an email had arrived from Mistress Ana, who tells me that She has become addicted to me.  i felt over the moon to read those words for it speaks to me of a developing mutual interest and bond.  With ever passing day and communication i feel more at ease in opening up to Her and expressing my thoughts and emotions and this email was a trigger for me to reply in depth and so i probably rambled on a little too much, first about my own addiction to Her and need to chat, how W/we share a lot of common ground in our thoughts and opinions with our differences being small and not divisive,

Mistress Ana also showed some concern about my hand for in the pics i posted yesterday, it looks as if i have a band aid on my left hand.  In assuring Her of its health and that it was in reality a freckle that i kept an eye on, i then got onto a soap box a bit and rambled on about the world at times being over fastidious about health issues.  This to a health professional of all people so i know i am risking a severe admonishment here but i will always and ever be honest about my opinions, which can of course change should i become better informed.

Talking of admonishment, Mistress Ana also told me not to be too worried about the punishment that i have earned for my various misdemeanours, such as humping the mattress while in my CB-2000.  That led me on to a whole passage of text on my take on punishment which i will repeat here for other readers that might be interested.

Punishment is something that i accept.  Of course, i do not enjoy the physical side of it .  i am not into punishment or pain for its own sake but i do accept it as a necessary part of a D/s relationship and there is an emotional side that i cherish.  It is in the aftermath that i find solace for it comes with a bonding, an intangible merging of minds such that i know that it was administered for my own good and that i am stronger and closer to my Domme for having received it.  So i do not look forward to it, am always apprehensive about it but i accept it without real fear or worry because of the trust i have in my Domme and for my need to be close to and bonded with Her.  This is one of the many reasons why a true D/s relationship can never be achieved between a Pro-Domme and a client for the punishment is administered with no real long term goal or objective and bonding cannot happen.  In these few short weeks Mistress Ana and i have been communicating, i have come to know Her as a concerned and caring Domme who is concerned about the welfare of her subs and slaves and so not only do i feel already that i trust Her implicitly but also that i want that higher level of relationship that comes with bonding and from accepting punishment.  And so there is the paradox, punishment is something i do not like yet something i crave and it is all to do with the difference between the physical and emotional states.

Finally, this might be my last entry for a few days, possibly a week as i will be going into the mountains tomorrow to do some field work and may not be able to get online during that time.  Please don’t go away, my absence will only be temporary.

June 16th 2009 – From brass padlock to plastic security tag but still in chastity

What a terrific day.  Amazingly for Lima, the sky was clear at dawn and so i watched the sunrise.  A rare occurrence in Lima at any time of the year, especially during winter.  Not surprisingly it put me in a good mood for the day and i happily switched the brass padlock on the CB-2000 for the coded plastic security tag and then took a couple of pictures for Mistress Ana’s benefit and emailed Her with the news.

Then, it was depilation, exfoliation day and i gave myself an extra powerful scrubbing today in the shower, envigorated by the sun!  After rubbing in body lotion, face cream, and hand and nail cream, deodorising and perfuming myself i felt truly feminine and eager to start the day.  i chose purple bra, matching thong and lace panties to wear beneath my male outer clothes, wore knee length ladies trouser socks and black stiletto heels beneath my desk.

The morning work went well with a very productive meeting but this afternoon……aaaaaaaaaaggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!……..Damn i truly hate these people who do not respond to either emails or phone messages or who just lead you on but never commit to any sort of deal, wasting your time and theirs!  By 5.00pm and after several fruitless calls i was almost beside myself with frustration.  i am sick of being told to hold, dial a certain number if i want this section or party, then leave a f@#$ing message and get no reply!!!

Fortunately, Lady Dynah was online early in the evening and i was able to chat – or should i say vent my spleen on Her.  She was very understanding as usual and calmed me down somewhat.  i told Her about the CB-2000 and She asked me to show Her on videocam which i did.  She was very impressed and asked me where i had got it.  i gave Her the link and She is going to get one for Her other slave.  She complimented Mistress Ana on the idea and i will pass that on when i get the chance.

But it is now Wednesday in Australia where Mistress Ana is probably already being served by Her other slave.  i have to say that i am envious as i sit here.  i am not jealous or resentful of the other slave, Mistress is entitled to have as many slaves as She wants but i cannot help wishing that i was with Her and serving Her in person and not remotely and on the other side of the planet.

Being half way through the month, i also submitted my recruitment plan to Mystress World today.  i have a new training assignment – “Locked Chastity Training” – how very appropriate.   i am eager to get the password modifier so i can see this from the Mystress World perspective having now had and still having direct first hand experience of this.

June 15th 2009 – compliments from Mistress Ana and return of the humbler!

Once at my desk this morning, it was a wonderful start to the day to read an email message from Mistress Ana.  She had read my blog for over the weekend and had seen my picture and commented that i looked stunning and that She now believed i was indeed born into the wrong body.  You can have no idea what a boost Her words gave me.  Already feeling quite feminine having showered and perfumed myself and slipped into pink lace bra and panties, it made me feel on top of the world to receive such approval and encouragement,  A fantastic start to the day.

The rest of the day was rather mundane, work, meetings, phone calls, report writing apart from one thing.  The return of the humbler!  I had sent the humbler back to the carpenter in the morning to have the holes drilled larger on one of the pieces so it would then adjust easily.  He brought it back this afternoon and it now works perfectly.  It is more than just a humbler, it is also a ball crusher too as you can see from the pictures.

While wearing the CB-2000, i am not able to fit the humbler and suspect that i would also find it nigh impossible even without the chastity device, it needs an additional pair of hands i fear.  However, I am sure that Mistress Ana will be more than capable when it comes to its fitting and application.

Also, tonight the 60 hrs of chastity and confinement were reached and i decided that rather than change to the coded security tag tonight, i will do it in the morning provided all remains well.

June 15th 2009 – Chastity and a permanent but higher level of erotic arousal

Immediately after completing my journal last night, Mistress Ana came on line and W/we were able to chat at length.  It was wonderful chatting to Her again.  She is now back in Perth and working nights so perhaps we might now be more often on line at the same time.  I hope so.

After discussing the cold weather in Perth and Mistress feeling it all the more having just returned from Thailand, W/we chatted about my adventures over the weekend as She had not yet had the chance to view my blog.  In particular, W/we talked about Senora Sylvia’s maid now knowing i was a sissy slave and her reaction in offloading some of her work on me.  Mistress Ana would not have allowed that and nor would She have let it be known that i was in reality a man.  However, the fact that i was humiliated in such a way stems really from Senora Sylvia not yet having realised fully Her responsibilities as a Domme.  However, as i said to Mistress Ana, that will come in time and as things stand, there is little the maid can do to harm or embarrass me and the feeling of humiliation and serving a servant so to speak really put me i my place.  To be fair also, the maid is a woman and i as a submissive male am supposed to respect and serve women in general so in that light, perhaps Senora Sylvia is thinking ahead of me.  In any event, in Mistress Ana’s own words, the experience was character building.

W/we went on to discuss my cock and its prison and i was happy to be able to report that all was well.  Mistress loved the picture i took of the caged cock in the CB-2000 and a pink thong and especially the testicle peeping out at Her.  i was intrigued to learn that She considers that anyone with a trained eye would be able to tell that i was wearing a chastity device and She related how She had challenged a work colleague and friend, being sure that he was wearing one.  She had been right.  So, now i am left feeling an inner excitement knowing that i am vulnerable to the eagle eye of a discerning Domme who may see it as a symbol of my subservience and possibly take advantage of it.  i have a fantasy forming in my mind about that.  Not that i need another fantasy, i feel horny enough as it is.

This morning, i woke feeling so incredibly horny it was not funny.  Not painful either but i lay in bed feeling i had to do something about it.  i turned onto my stomach and my hands went to my nipples and i lay there almost humping into the CB-2000 in a pathetic attempt at release but all to no avail.  Orgasms are clearly denied by this thing, as they should be.  i gave up quickly and felt angry and ashamed with myself for having tried.

But returning to my conversation with Mistress, She pointed out that Her friend whom She had challenged and told her that wearing a chastity device led to a constant sense of arousal, not in a physical sense but at a higher level.  i agreed for it is quite right, apart from my physical arousal this morning, there is a higher level of erotic consciousness brought about by being in chastity, an emotional awareness and arousal that transcends the physical and i confess that it feels terrific.

Now, in the cold light of dawn and having failed to satisfy the physical arousal which soon after waned, i still feel great because the emotional arousal remains long after the physical has died down.  It is a constant feeling of belonging, of having someone else on one’s mind and knowing that you are an extension of their existence and under their control.  And it feels absolutely wonderful, intoxicating even.

June 14th 2009 – a quiet peaceful feminine Sunday at home

A quiet but very femme day.  i was up quite early for a Sunday and decided to dress in turquoise, lace bra, thong, lace panties and, because it was a very cold and damp morning with heavy “neblina” or coastal fog, i also put on a pair of panty hose.  After checking emails, i made a shopping list.  i had decided that since today was Sunday, although i had a lot of work to do, i would also treat myself to a proper Sunday roast.  It was all quiet and my business partner had still not stirred when i went out to the local supermarket where i bought a beef rump roast, Argentinian beef of course, some vegies and stocked up also on tea and coffee.  As a special treat, i decided i would also have a morcilla (blood sausage or black pudding to some) as a starter.

When i got back, my business partner was up and about so i made us both coffee and we chatted for a while before i got down to work.  i took a bit of a gamble in slipping out of my jeans and into a brown pleated mini-skirt even though my business partner was still around but i knew he would not be able to see what i was wearing from the waist down even if he came into my room because it would be hidden under the desk.

Although a bit risque, it felt so much better to be in a skirt and i changed into a pink blouse and donned my wig as soon as he left around midday.  So, although i was working all afternoon, i was comfortably clad and totally “en femme.”  i even managed to stay “en femme” while i cooked my Sunday roast beef, roast potatoes, Yorkshire pudding, creamed mushrooms, broccoli and carrots with a lovely thick gravy made from the juices of the beef. Mmmmmmmmm – though i say so myself, it was yum!  Washed down with an Australian Shiraz too!

i cleaned up and washed and dried all the dishes and got back to work, all still fully “en femme” and feeling quite relaxed, as indeed i still am.  It is now after 9.00pm and i have done working for the day and, once i have completed my journal will relax with a book until i fall asleep.  Unfortunately, no chats or emails to report on today and no dramas or issues on the chastity front, just a lovely peaceful and relaxing feminine day for me.

The CB-2000 is causing me no problems at all apart from keeping me in a constant state of arousal as Mistress Ana remains at the forefront of my mind.  My arousal is not painful for it is just enough to fill the cock cage and nothing like the erection i used to get before my prostate surgery but it is enough to excite and give me the constant urge to fondle my nipples which, under Mistress’ rules, i must and, for the most part do, resist.  i still feel contentedly secure locked into the device, perhaps because i could cheat if i really wanted to.  Whether it will be the same once Mistress Ana takes full control, i cannot say for sure but i think it will because i have not and will not cheat for to do so is also cheating myself as well as Mistress.  To be owned and have that sense of ownership constantly reinforced by the awareness of the constraint locked onto my genitals is a desire i have had for a long time and now that i am confident that i have the sizing and spacing of the fitting finalised, i think i will switch to a coded tag to secure it so that Mistress Ana is truly in control.  Right now, it is 36 hours since i last fitted the device.  If all is still well tomorrow evening, 60 hours into wearing it at this setting, i will indeed switch to the coded security tag.

June 13th 2009 – Finalising the fitting of the CB-2000; lunch with Goddess Joyce, Senora Sylivia and Sister

i was awake early and immediately set about my Saturday ritual of depilation and exfoliation.  i was almost through the depilation phase with my “No-No!” when the hot wire on it broke so i was left with just the blade.  i am not sure how this is going to work long term so need to find a spare wire fitting if possible.  The last time i checked, “No-Nos” are not sold here in Peru so it might have to wait until i get home.  In the meantime there is always the razor or i might just go and get waxed if i can find the time.  The trouble with waxing though is that it does leave me all pimply and there seems a greater risk of ingrowing hairs whereas the “No-No” leaves a smooth finish and whereas it does not remove all the hair, the ones left are short and soft.

Before getting in the shower, i shaved my face really close as today was lunch “en femme” with Goddess and Her Mother and Aunt.  i had no idea what else might be in the offing so wanted to be as publicly presentable as possible.  Aaaahhhh – then the luxurious hot shower and exfoliation scrub.  i also used my time in the shower to wash my weeks worth of soiled panties and left them to dry in the bathroom.  i then did my nails, applied body lotion all over, face cream, hand, foot and nail cream, deodorant and i was scrubbed up, fresh and scented and ready for the day.

First, i tried fitting the CB-2000 with the next larger ring size but found that i would be able to squeeze my cock out of it without too much difficulty.  So, i went back to the earlier size but checked the spacers and eased them out with a size larger.  This felt fine and i was so confident that this would work well that i cut back the pins on the cage itself so that they would no longer did into my abdomen but fit snuggly flush with the inner ring.  Once locked in, there appeared to be no means of escape and yet the device felt really comfortable.  Not so comfortable i was unaware of its presence, the weight of it and the spread of my balls will be a constant reminder of Mistress Ana, but there was no pinching or protruding parts causing any issues.  So, we will see how long this fitting lasts.

i dressed in a lovely white lacy bra with additional padding to wear over my No-bra that i had suitably pulled together to give myself some cleavage and matching lacy thong which fit well over the CB-2000.  i also put on a corset and stay-up tan stockings.  When i put on my male clothes over the top for the journey to Senora Sylvia’s, my tits were way too prominent so for that journey i decided to remove the padding and to put it back once i arrived.

i began to decide what i would wear at Senora Sylvia’s and started to pack when i got a message from Goddess Joyce.  i was no longer required to get the fish but must go to the organic market and buy a whole list of things for Goddess.  This was frustrating because it was now late and i knew that i might not now be able to get everything.  Also, it was in the opposite direction to Senora Sylvia’s house so was going to make the whole thing at least an hour’s round trip.  Nevertheless, i dutifully and gladly went and managed to buy all but a couple of the items needed.

On arrival at Senora Sylvia’s, the ceviche preparation was well underway with Aunt and the maid busy in the kitchen.  i was sent to get changed and to make the beds etc. and i did so realising that now even the maid knew i was a sissy slave!  Once i had tidied the bedrooms i was set to work in the kitchen, washing pots, pans and dishes and then drying them all and putting them away.  i worked on preparing the vegetables but had nothing to do with making the ceviche, much to my frustration.  i set the table for lunch just as Goddess Joyce arrived.  She complimented me on my appearance which made me feel very happy indeed.

Shortly after, a Lady Doctor arrived to check on Senora Sylvia’s bed-ridden Mother and to carry out various procedures aimed at eliminating or reducing at least the chance of bed sores.  While this was going on, Goddess Joyce had me first kiss Her feet, then Her ass and then give Her shoulders and head a massage.  This i continued to do until the Doctor left and we all then sat down to lunch.  We chatted on a range of things over lunch and afterwards while i cleared the table, washed and dried the dishes and then sat and chatted more in the lounge while we waited for Goddess’ husband and son to call and collect Her to take Her home.

Once Goddess had left, i respectfully also took my leave as it was now early evening and i had still work to do to prepare presentations for the coming week.  i was invited to lunch again tomorrow but tactfully declined as i really do have to work on these presentations and so as much as i enjoy spending time with them “en femme” i still have to earn my living.  i changed to go back to my own apartment but once here, quickly changed back into the clothes i had been wearing at Senora Sylvia’s and re-applied my make-up. i also took a quick picture of how i looked today just as a reminder.

How i dressed today

Now, as i sit here typing away, the CB-2000 is still not causing me any problems, i have managed to get some of my work done and am feeling happy and relaxed, rounding off what has been a very pleasant day with a gin and tonic and hoping that perhaps Mistress Ana will come on line and W/we can chat for a while.  i am sure that She will be pleased about the humbler even though i need to make some slight modifications.