Reflections on Chastity

I always love taking the next step in controlling a slave. It typically starts within him, his own thoughts and feelings that lead him to finding me and becoming MINE. But there is always training that needs be done. I like training to start with simple things, thought processes, mantras, essays, slowly understanding, molding, and correcting my slave's thoughts over time. Just as they settle in to feeling comfortable that is when I like to take the next step. After locking my slave in chastity I make him reflect on his thoughts here for you.



Enjoy...


xox

Harley

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The truth be told I really did not think being locked in chastity for Mistress Harley would have the much effect on me. Being locked in chastity for Mistress Harley just for one week so far has helped me to be less entitled and realize what I kept calling serving was just an attempt to get what I desired out of my relationship with Mistress Harley.

Mistress Harley had already been practicing strict orgasim control with me and I had went from jerking and cumming once or twice a day to once every week or two. I had also tried a chastity device before using carlilock and a realtor lock box so I kinda figured it would not be much different and all that had done was make me real horny and kinda had made me more prone to gaze at ladies at the Gym or at work both their cleavage and feet the longer I pushed myself the more I gave into base desires. The difference between playing with a chastity device and being locked in a chastity device by a powerful superior woman has been unexpectedly immense. Looking back I have to admit “serving” Mistress Harley had started to become more and more about what made my penis hard. I loved sending tributes because it got me hard first and because I was serving Mistress Harley, thinking about Mistress Harley, and obsessing over Mistress Harley second. I had come to expect and feel entitled to that “ good boy” pat ( because that got my penis hard as well) any time I did the least little thing. The cage helps me remember when I send a tribute it is about Mistress Harley first and foremost. It reminds me I serve to make Mistress Harley’s life better not for my pat on the head. I will say the craving for approval is still there but it is much more about knowing I have pleased Mistress Harley and been useful in her life. Just as I recall who owns me every time my penis tries to get hard, I am also reminded all day long, when I have to sit to urinate, when for some reason the cage tugs as it catches on the fabric in my pants, and if I sit without thinking and get a surprise tug on my balls. One of the biggest things that have changed is my motivation to serve. I had honestly decided in my mind the proper way this game was supposed to work was I “serve” Mistress Harley with tributes etc and I was entitled to a payoff, edging ending in either cruel denial or blissful release or even some attention on Twitter. I certainly noticed and felt entitled to be upset if something I did on Twitter or even a particularly insightful reflection that in my mind went seemingly unnoticed. I am not entirely sure how Mistress Harley perceived this as I did my best to cover the feelings up and try to not let them show but she knew the time was right and that I need the chastity device for an attitude adjustment. I am not sure in such a short time my thoughts have become words, actions or habits but I have no doubt over time that will happen.

While I am now somewhat confused and working on figuring out what it truly means to serve Mistress Harley it is clear to me now there is no reason that should involve my penis in anyway. I noticed a small thing at the gym just yesterday, it was not a struggle to keep from fixing my male gaze on the ladies at the gym. Treating them as human beings not magazine covers, as I should have been doing all along came as normal. My thoughts were of not making her uncomfortable not of my struggle. Something I am ashamed to admit was not the case two weeks ago when it was a great struggle (to the point I felt entitled to some praise for being able to accomplish it). The changes to my thinking this last week has brought seem small almost nuances and not monumental revelations but I know they are changing my character and destiny.