Most Exalted Baroness Davina Dust,
As you instructed me, I would like to tell you today what has happened to me in the last 20 days and how I experienced the time of chastity.
I wear the chastity cage from morning to night – at work, at home, during all my daily activities. At night, however, I am unable to wear it because the pressure becomes too intense and robs me of sleep. I hope you will forgive me for this weakness. But I adhere to the commandment of abstinence without exception. Every second is a challenge because as soon as I am freed, I immediately feel my body yearning for more. I have to control myself extremely because even the slightest touch makes my desire rise immeasurably. Especially in the morning, it is almost unbearable – my hardness holds me captive, and only an ice-cold shower brings me back to the point where I can fit into the cage.
Twenty days without release have completely altered my mind. My mind is constantly spinning with temptations, fantasies, and scenarios in which I am at the service of a strict mistress—with all the consequences. I imagine myself being held captive, unable to distract myself, forced to focus my entire attention on satisfying a demanding lady. The thought alone pushes me to my limits. My body is crying out to be used, directed, and controlled.
The physical effects are unmistakable: My prostate pulsates as if it has a life of its own. When I breathe deeply into my belly and relax my muscles, I’m overcome by a wave of sensations that bring me to the brink of orgasm—without ever reaching a release. I could remain in this state forever, motionless, trapped in my own pleasure, completely at the mercy of this abstinence.
I wonder if the cage is even necessary anymore. My body is now programmed to keep me in a constant state of arousal anyway. My penis becomes uncontrollably hard, beyond my control, and I have to summon all my strength to keep it from becoming obvious. Should I even dare to take it off? Or would that be even more of an ordeal, if every second becomes a strain – in everyday life, in public, at work?
Every fiber of my being is tuned in, my mind seems to be dissolving, while my body is merely a tool of desire—ready to be molded and used. What will happen to me in the next few days? What control will you exert over me? And how far will I sink in this spiral?
Reverent greetings,
Your most humble servant
