Monday, August 24, 2015
It may sound crazy, but I have the epitome of aching blue balls and I love how it feels! The dull ache that rests inside my pants is a constant reminder of the object of my emotional, spiritual and lustful desires.
On Friday I posted about how Mistress K. instructed me to masturbate to the edge every hour, on the hour, for the entire day. Right up until bedtime. I had no idea what, if anything would come of it in the sex play department but I found out as soon as we got into bed. NOTHING! Mistress wanted nothing more than for me to cuddle and nuzzle her while she fell quietly to sleep i our marital bed. I asked if I could have relief then and she quietly said no. "This is not the time .... now go to sleep "
Saturday was a day filled with busy family and parenting stuff, all day and night. Apart from me walking over to her at various times during the day, to nuzzle in her neck and to tell her that I loved her, there was no physical interaction romantically or sexually.
Sunday? Sunday? Sunday was quite a bit different. Mistress awoke about 7:45 in the morning. When I heard her rise, I scurried to retrieve her coffee as I do every morning. I handed it her and she was still very bleary eyed and sleepy. Her long straight red hair was a disheveled tangled mess that half covered her face. She was wearing her short little nightie that although isn't designed to be sexy but rather comfortable, I think it is sexy as hell. I held her tight, kisses her face and neck and took in the body aroma that is uniquely her and declared my daily devotion to her. She then hurried off to the restroom.
When she returned, she had shaken off the sleepiness and walked over to me sitting in the chair at the computer and began to kiss my neck. She reached down and started to rub me through my shorts and gave me my instructions for the day. She said "beginning at 8 this morning, you are to edge yourself every half hour for the entire day". She grabbed my face, looked me in the eye and asked me if I understood my instructions. I said "Yes maam". "Good boy" and with that she kissed me softly then went to the kitchen to make breakfast for the kids. She got 5 feet away then returned and said "oh, and you'll be wearing frilly panties all day". She kissed me again and then left.
EVERY HALF HOUR!!!!! We went to bed at 10:30 that night. Some quick math will tell that during the day on Sunday, I brought myself to the edge 29 times. Yes .... 29 times. She didn't come right out and say it, but she eluded to the fact that at the end of the day that I would be separated from the fluid that was gathering in my balls. When we finally got into bed (she had to wake me up from the couch), she turned to me and started kissing me softly and saying what a good boy I was. She started rubbing my soft cock and in no time i was all revved up in anticipation of, well, I didn't;t actually know, but i was certain it would be something. Would she just drain me to ease the ache? Would she stroke me until I couldn't hold it any longer and feign being disappointed that I came without permission? I was pretty certain that she wasn't going to allow me to enter her because she knew that with all of that edging, I'd go off before I was able to get the whole head in.
She stroked me to the edge 3 or 4 more times to the point i was begging her to allow me to ejaculate. I wasn't asking to orgasm, I was begging to be drained. She kissed me softly, held my face and quietly said no. Now is not the time, and then rolled over and instructed me to cuddle her. For the next 10 minutes I begged, whimpered, begged some more in desperate hope that she would acquiesce
and allow me to drain my balls. She would have none of it and finally had to sternly tell me that if she had to say no one more time, I would be punished right then!
Which brings us to today. This morning, i was noticeably pouty about the fact that I was so frustrated about being denied the previous night. She made a very subtle warning that this sort of behavior was not going to be tolerated ... at all! I got the message real quick and apologized for being pouty. A short time later, after bringing her a fresh cup of coffee and while she was facing the mirror putting on her makeup, I knelt behind her, slowly lifted her nightie and placed tender soft kisses on her gorgeous bottom and thanked her for her strength and for allowing me to be owned by her. She informed that today I was to edge myself every 90 minutes throughout the day and then she handed me the panties that she wanted me to wear for the day. I took the panties, said "Yes Mistress" and then thank her before leaving her to finish what she was doing.
Being in this state of unbelievably constant state of desire has allowed me to remember that it is not at all about my desire, or whether or not i think i should be allowed to cum, ruined or otherwise. it is all about her and if having do this makes her happy, then it most certainly makes me happy.