Teasing & Denial Archives - Cut to the Chaste

Lucie sets a lot of tasks for me to do for her. Amazingly, each task has been unique. I’ve yet to do the same one twice. Well, with one exception. Lucie makes me do a lot of edges, far more than I’ve ever done in my life. It wasn’t long after she became my keyholder, whenever I was edging, that this thought occurred to me. “She loves these edges.”

It isn’t unusual for a keyholder to require her charge to do edges. Just recently, I read an article that said edging is the most popular teasing technique used by chastity keyholders. I’ve had several remote keyholders who made me edge, but none were ever as enthusiastic about making me edge as Lucie is.

Though it seems unlikely that anyone reading this isn’t aware of what edging is, I’ll pause here to offer a simple definition. Edging is the practice of stopping sexual stimulation of the genitals, just short of reaching orgasm.

Some use the practice alone or with a partner to prolong a sexual experience and to build to a more intense orgasm through delay. But for those of us who wear a chastity device who have a keyholder controlling our orgasms, edging is a cruel teasing and denial technique often applied by touching a powerful vibrator against the chastity device cage.

I admit I have a love-hate relationship with edging. Yes, the stimulation from a vibrator against the cage feels intensely pleasurable and edging truly makes me insanely horny. But there is a downside. Edging also leaves me feeling maddeningly sexually frustrated when a session ends. Lucie, of course, knows this very well, which is why she makes me edge so often. In fact, she usually reserves two days each week only for edging. And sometimes, she whimsically texts me out of the blue and tells me to stop whatever I’m doing and to do some set number of edges for her entertainment.

In the past, I used a powerful corded Hitachi Magic Wand against the cage for edging. It is very intense with any cage, but especially so with the Kink3D Cobra I’m wearing now. Mostly, I did the number of edges Lucie prescribed with a 30-second pause between each one, and then texted her when I was done. Sometimes she required me to send her a video while I edged to prove I was doing “proper edges” by getting really close before stopping the stimulation.

Edging with the Hitachi makes the cage contents try to get hard, and the erections push the cage several inches away from my body, as far as the base ring around my balls allows. This causes the base ring to exert a lot of uncomfortable pressure on my balls, something Lucie never tires of hearing about. And usually, before I’ve completed the second of ever how many edges she has demanded, I’m leaking. That’s another thing Lucie loves, and something she demands to see when she requires videos.

But now, we’re doing the edges differently. Recently, Lucie told me she had a new idea for making edging much more fun. What Lucie calls a new “idea,” I affectionately term a new “devious scheme of torture.” But I never say it out loud. So, I was certain she meant a new idea for making edging much more fun for her to inflict on me. The new idea, as her new ideas often do, involved me adding a new item to my once modest sex toy collection that is now growing out of control like a California wildfire. The item she asked me to get was a new cordless wand vibrator.

“But I already have the Hitachi,” I countered cautiously. “And I doubt a cordless will be nearly as powerful as a corded Hitachi.”

“Yes, those are great, but this is a powerful cordless vibe,” said Lucie. “And I want it because I will be able to control it remotely with an app on my phone.”

Well, okay. I had to admit that part of it intrigued me. I already have some anal toys I bought at Lucie’s suggestion that she controls remotely with an app on her phone. And I sort of like it when we play with those. So I ordered the vibe she wanted. Have I mentioned that I have difficulty saying no to Lucie?

Anyway, now on the two days each week reserved for edging, Lucie controls everything. My role is to hold the vibrator against the cage where she wants it. Then, while monitoring the edging with a video call made from her Mac, she controls the intensity and the patterns of vibrations with the app on her phone. All well and good. I do like the new way since Lucie is edging me. It feels as real as it gets with virtual, and somehow it feels quite intimate. But, of course, Lucie the sadist, always has to push the envelope.

The first time we used this new edging method, she began by needlessly reminding me, “It’s your responsibility to tell me when you’re at the edge, so we stop in time. If you cum, that’s your fault, and I will punish you severely.”

Trust me. Lucie doesn’t use the term “severely” lightly. She means it. Harsh punishment. Punishment to an undesirably great or intense degree, usually directed at the most vulnerable part of my male anatomy.

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, already suspecting there was some cruel reason behind the needless reminder. The thin smile on her lips and that familiar look in her eyes suggested I was about to experience some new form of torture.

Lucie activated the vibe after directing me to press the massage head against the tip of the cage where it meets my balls, the place where I feel the vibrations most intensely. Maybe because I was already so horny combined with the novelty of Lucie edging me, I got to the first edge faster than usual.

“I’m close, Mistress, please stop.”

When the vibrations continued unabated, I glanced at the screen and that’s when I saw that smile. That smile that always strikes terror in my heart. That sadistic smile.

“How close?”

“I’m at the edge. Stop, please, Mistress.”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Grr… please stop, Mistress. Please!”

“Beg me to stop.”

Okay, I might have used some bad words, followed by some frantic begging, followed by a desperate shouted, “You’re going to make me cum if you don’t stop now!”

Mercifully, the vibrations stopped, but for a moment I feared not soon enough. I felt those little tremors in my groin that usually herald the start of the muscle contractions that occur at ejaculation. But, thankfully, I didn’t cum. I only leaked.

“Mistress, you almost made me cum,” I whinged.

“Why can’t you be a man for once in your life, sissy boy?” she retorted with an evil grin. “Exert some self-control.”

Seriously? Be a man for once in your life? Exert some self-control? That’s the same line she uses when I flinch whenever she makes me slap my balls with a riding crop while she watches on video calls. I knew with six edges to go that I was in for a long session. She loves these edges.

Before meeting Lucie, I wouldn’t have claimed that humiliation was a kink of mine. That, like so many things, since she became my keyholder, is changing. I think I am acquiring a taste for humiliation play.

While I was pretty active in the BDSM scene and before I developed an interest in wearing chastity devices, I had female dominants who sometimes required me to perform acts I found mildly humiliating. It wasn’t because I had asked for it, but because they enjoyed making me do things they knew I would find embarrassing and I hadn’t claimed it was a hard limit.

In my experience, dominant women (probably applies to most women), often understand men better than men understand themselves. Those women understood what I didn’t, that I would not only find the tasks they set for me embarrassing, but arousing. And no femdom I’ve ever known understands this connection between humiliation and male arousal better than Lucie.

When we first discussed Lucie becoming my keyholder, we discussed limits, things I would not do under any circumstances (hard limits), and things I didn’t really like doing but would do for her benefit if asked (soft limits).

Regarding humiliation, I told her I was fine with private humiliation, even though I didn’t think I found it particularly arousing. But I listed public humiliation as a hard limit for two reasons.

First, I just don’t think it’s right to inflict my personal kinks on third parties without their consent. Second, I had heard many horror stories about Mistresses setting public humiliation tasks for their submissives that terrified me.

One example I recall vividly is a task a Dominatrix gave her submissive to pee himself in a public outdoor place where other people were present so that his shame would be visible for all to see. To me, that was far closer to degradation than humiliation and not something I would even contemplate doing. So, not knowing Lucie well, but knowing she is a self-professed sadist, I wasn’t about to put public humiliation on the table. I’m not a masochist, not for physical pain, and certainly not for emotional pain.

Once we had sorted my limits, Lucie eased into humiliation play, beginning with verbal small penis humiliation (SPH). She would say things like my pathetically tiny dick should be permanently locked in a cage or that I shouldn’t care about getting erections because my dick was too small to satisfy any woman, anyway.

Okay, fair enough, except, Lucie had never seen my peen outside of a chastity device and did not know what size it was or whether I was a “shower” or a “grower.” So demeaning me for being “pathetically tiny” was a little ridiculous and not something I could take seriously. Not only did it not hurt my feelings, I had to exert the effort not to laugh out loud whenever she was going on about my tiny peen. Still, when I thought about it later, her words had made the contents of the cage twitch a little whenever she said things like that.

Next came panties. I’ve never been interested in cross-dressing and I don’t have a panties fetish. Wearing women’s underwear is not something I would find arousing if I did it voluntarily. However, being made to wear panties by a dominant woman is something I find weirdly arousing because I find it mildly embarrassing, especially when she makes me appear on a video call or send her a photo when I’m wearing them. Having an insanely attractive woman seeing me in panties multiplies the embarrassment and then having to admit I like her seeing me wearing panties is even more embarrassing and so arousing. And it also makes me feel submissive.

Whenever I fail to complete one of her assignments to Lucie’s strict standards, she often threatens to make me throw out all my male underwear and wear only panties. But so far, she only makes me wear panties one entire day each week, the day she sets aside for humiliation play. On that one day each week, she usually gave me an assignment that I had to perform during a video call for her entertainment.

Riding a suction cup realistic dildo attached to a chair while naked except for the chastity cage is one recent example. With that sadistic smile on her lips the entire time, that always strikes terror in my heart, Lucie shouted encouragement like, “Good, girl. Keep taking the whole thing.” Yes, I found it humiliating, but I admit also wildly arousing, which felt even more shameful.

Despite all the private humiliation acts Lucie has made me do for her amusement, I know what she really wants is to convince me to abandon my public humiliation hard limit. She has never brought it up or asked me to drop the limit. But recently, Lucie has given me tasks that go right to the edge of the limit’s line without actually crossing it. She is definitely pushing the limit.

Partly, I think it is because she wants to keep things fun and interesting for both of us. But I also think she wants me to progress to where I will do anything she tells me to do without question or hesitation. Regarding humiliation, I think she is circling me like a shark smelling blood in the water, that it is something I find far more arousing than I’ve admitted and a weakness prime for her to exploit.

As an example of one of the recent acts she made me do, Lucie told me to go to a public outdoor space, to take off my clothes, so that I was wearing only the chastity cage, and to take a photo and send it to her to prove I had done it. She stressed it had to be a public space and she would not accept it if I tried to do the assignment at home or on anyone’s private property. Wait, what?

“That’s public humiliation, and I already told you that’s a hard limit,” I protested.

“No,” Lucie countered. “It is in public, but if you’re careful and choose the place wisely, no one will see you. I mean, probably no one will.”

As viable locations that might work with only a tiny possibility someone would see me went through my mind, I felt myself weakening. I admit I find it very difficult to say no to Lucie. Probably to my detriment. So, with reluctance, I finally agreed to do it. I spent a lot of time reconnoitering potential locations because I’m serious about not involving non-consenting third parties in my kinks. And I’m averse to getting arrested for indecent exposure.

Finally, I settled on an outdoor place that was public, a local state park, but where I felt the risk of anyone seeing me was infinitesimally small. I set up my phone camera with a shutter delay of 10 seconds. After looking all around for the thousandth time, I hastily stripped off my shorts, panties, and tee shirt. I pushed the button on the phone camera and hurried into position. As I watched the numbers ticking off on the phone screen; 9… 8…7…, it turned out to be the longest 10 seconds of my life. Finally, I heard the little shutter sound when the camera snapped the photo.

Quickly dressing again, without bothering to put the panties back on to save precious seconds, I looked all around and felt palpable relief at seeing there was no one in sight. I quickly checked the photo, confirming it would pass muster with Lucie, and then, the lacy thong panties balled in my fist, I strode briskly back to where I’d parked the car.

Thankfully, I met no one along the way because I’m sure my face was beet red and anyone would have deduced easily I’d been up to something dodgy. I got in the car and sped away from the area. My breathing and heart rate only returned to normal once I was a mile down the road. Then, I realized something. While the task had felt absurdly risky, now that I had done it, I felt horny AF and sublimely submissive. And such is the stuff erotic humiliation is made of.

Since the day at the park, I have, at Lucie’s command, done more tasks in both indoor and outdoor public spaces. They all have involved getting naked, and often things like anal toys or wearing lingerie. Lucie has always stopped just short of crossing the line of my hard limit boundary, citing minimal risk of me being seen or it’s a public place, but with some measure of privacy, such as a stall inside a public toilet or department store fitting room. But I feel sure I know where she is going with this.

Strangely enough, I feel okay with it and no longer protest. I can’t deny how it seems I’m acquiring a taste for public humiliation play because of the intense arousal and feelings of submissiveness it provokes. Yes, I have done things for Lucie I had never imagined doing. But, I will tell you this. I AM NOT peeing myself in public! That’s where I’m drawing a line in the sand. You hear that, Lucie? I will not pee myself in public!

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