Sweet Dreams with Princess Grace

Well Princess… i wasn’t planning to blog about my lock up this week, but i just have to let all Your pets know how different things are when Princess actually controls the key!

i have been without cummies now for over two weeks, but up until two days ago it was the honor system. Because i had to pass through security detectors, i could only wear the plastic lock on my CB2500 (CB3000 rings and 2000 cage).Two days ago i got a parcel from Princess that contained a lock box i had ordered for Her through Amazon. Once i knew it had come (and that i wasn’t going to!) i had to mail Princess my second key, i had already mailed Her my first one. So now Princess and i each had one of the keys… the only difference was that mine was in a lockbox and only Princess knows its combination.

That night i was privileged enough to chat with Princess, and i know She took great joy in knowing that She was finally going to have complete and total control over my cock. “On your knees now pantysue! Remove that plastic lock and take the cage off, but leave the rings on.” Obediently i obeyed my Princess… She has the Pussy, so She makes the Rules!

“Now stroke it pantysue… stroke it for Me. Who am i pantysue?”

“You are the Stroke Princess… You are my Stroke Princess!”

“Awwww that’s a good little girl. Keep stroking for Me, but absolutely no cummies!”

“Yes Princess…”

“Now do you have some ice around there pantysue? You do, good… i want you to ice down your cock so that you can get it back into that cage. Are you back inside yet?”


Needless to say after two weeks of no cummies and kneeling before the perfect Princess as She is telling me to stroke made my cock full and throbbing. It was nearly impossible to get it back into its plastic prision, but at last with the help of Princess’s suggestion that i insert some ice in my sissy hole i was able to get it back inside.

“Now lock it pantysue… lock it for Me and then get back down on your knees and say goodnight to your Princess!”

“Yes Princess… Thank You so much for taking care of me Princess. Goodnight my Princess.”

“Goodnight pantysue… now climb into your bed and have sweet dreams!”

And there i was, all locked up and staring at my lock box. i could hear the key rattling around inside, and through the tiny holes in the back i could even get a glimpse of my key, but i would only be able to get to it when Princess whispered the numbers to open the box.

i am not sure why it is so different, even with just the plastic lock on i never cheated on Princess… never stroked without Her permission, but i guess this sissy head always knew it could. Now that same sissy brain knew that this time only Princess could allow me out and because of that everything became more intense. Despite the ice, i was straining against the cage most of the night. When the wake-up call came the next morning all i just wished it was Princess on the other end. And then on the way to work i notice this salon named “Princess Nails” to remind me of the pedis we just got. Princess truly is the Mindfucktress… my Mindfucktress.

And then that afternoon one more thing to remember Princess by showed up in my mailbox, a jeweled butt plug that featured an emerald… Princess’s birthstone. So as i fell asleep last night, i was locked in my Princess’s cage and wearing Her birthstone remembering what She said about having “sweet dreams”.

During my dream i am working at my desk an in comes this beautiful young woman. She asks me if i remember her and she says her name. Well i don’t remember her, but i certainly think it is in my best interest to pretend i do. Then she takes her finger and starts tickling my ear and then tracing her way down to my nipples… “Remember when we used to do this?” i know i sure as heck would have remembered it. And then she makes her way down to my lap and finds my cage. “Well what is this we have here?” But instead of being scared off, she walks around to the other side of my desk, crawls under and unzips my pants. “And remember how much you used to like it when I did this” she says as she starts to suck my cock. But with the cage on it is such a strange felling… hers is the motion of a great blow job but all i get are little wet tickles as her tongue finds its way between the pink bars now and then. The torture of having the feeling of release right there, but no way to attain it is killing me!

i am sure Princess Grace will have an explanation as to why i would have a dream like this, but this round of chastity for Princess is the most difficult ever. My mind is constantly thinking of all the things that make me want to stroke, but since pleasing Princess is at the top of that list, i will do my best to endure. Although i have a feeling next time i hear Princess’s voice on the other end of the phone i will probably start to beg… in fact i will probably promise to do anything to hear Her softy whisper that combination… ANYTHING!