Sunday, February 25, 2018

Surprise in the closet

Last night, Mistress K and I returned for a dinner party we attended.  It was a delightful party, held at a large house on a large ranch in the hills/mountains of Cave Creek, AZ.  Beautiful.  Even though we knew only 2 people there, we had a wonderful time.

Mistress K. and I each tied-one on heavy the night before with friends at bar that had dueling pianos.  Actually, a more apt description is that we were shit faced!  The kind of shit faced that forced me to go right to bed, negotiating with God so That I would wouldn't be worshipping the porcelain throne all night.  My negotiating efforts paid off and I avoided .... well you get the idea.

We had both talked about how awesome the warm bed was going to be when we got home.  How much we'd each enjoy climbing in to bed without worrying about it spinning out of control.  When we got home, we each walked into our closet and I hung up my sports coat and turned and there she was.  Mistress K. standing close and now facing me.  Without speaking she unbuckled my belt, unfastened my pants and lowered them and my underwear (no panties sadly) to the floor.  She knelt and began to unbutton the bottom 3 buttons of my shirt, pushed my shirt open and immediately took my cock in her mouth.

Looking down, I was in awe.  I genuinely am filled with appreciation and pride when I am merely allowed between Mistress K.'s legs.  The sheer honor of being allowed there is emotional for me ... of course in a good way.  The sudden, unexpected honor of having my glorious Goddess Wife, kneeling before sucking my cock was amazing.  After several minutes, I knew I was hearing orgasm and ejaculation and advised Mistress.  She just pulled her mouth her mouth off of my cock, grasped my balls by their base, squeezed enough to matter and said ..... "no you are not because you will be in big trouble."  Squeezing my balls harder, she resumed sucking my cock.

OMFG it was awesome.  After several close calls near the edge, and after several delicious squeezes of my balls that left me aching afterward, Mistress K. stopped, wiped her mouth with hand, got to her feet and walked to her side of the closet, giving me the hand motion for me to leave, because "we are done here"

What a glorious, unexpected gift Mistress.  Thank you so much.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

A better cock sleeve

I first bought one of these ...

Then I got this.


It's THICK, and it's easy to use, and it's comfortable.  When I first put in on, Mistress wondered whether or not she was going to be able to get it in.  "Of course you can Mistress", I said, "we'll just take it slow", sort of as if she was the eager but nervous submissive one in the room.  She looked at me for a moment, then just gave a small, wry smile, turn away demurely and rolled onto her side.  Her favorite position for fucking lately has been on her left side, left leg mostly extended, right leg bent and pulled up to her chest and her right hand on her right ass cheek, holding herself open.

Mistress enjoys momentary visits into the world of submissive slut-ness.  This was decidedly one of those times.  She was excited about getting fucked by this new, thick big cock.  I talked to her like she was a little cock whore, and she responded like one .... because in that moment, she was one.  She was the hottest, sexiest woman alive at that moment, and I she was begging me with her eyes to fuck hard, deep and for a long time.  It took a couple of minutes for the cock to ease it's way inside of her, and once it was fully in, she wanted to hold it there, motionless for a little bit to get better acquainted with her cock.  In this incredibly passionate yet clam, motionless moment, as a form of dirty talk I said, "your husband over there, sitting in the chair, tells me you might enjoy this big cock.  Do you always have your husband find big cock for you?"  "No, she said, this is the first time and depending on how you do, it may not be the last."  

We were both getting a little off on the fantasy talk but it was time to care of the business at hand, which was to fuck my wife silly, and wear her out with orgasms.  Once Mistress was able to comfortably accept the girth of the cock that was inside, she became insatiable.  She got fucked in every position imaginable and from every angle.  It was glorious.  25-30 minutes later, she couldn't take it any longer and started to rub her clit while being pounded and had probably the biggest, longest most wonderful orgasm ever.

OMG it was glorious ..... I don't know why I did, but I asked her if I could cum also.  Normally I prefer to ask if I can ruin an orgasm, which I usually prefer over a full orgasm.  Mistress K. immediately said yes and before I could ask her how she wanted me to cum, she told me to put my now-sleeveless cock inside her.  Once inside, she made it a point to immediately tell me how good my cock felt in her pussy, immediately after that other, bigger cock was fucking her silly.  She is the sweetest thing ever, isn't she?  

For already the second time in 2018, I had a full-on orgasm.  It's only February 20, and I have already been allowed (perhaps even required, I can't decide which) 1/3 of the total amount of full orgasms I was allowed last year.

As I have mentioned before, I have come to prefer ruined orgasms over full orgasms because there is little to no loss of sexual desire after a ruined orgasm.  With a full orgasm, it's usually begging Mistress to allow me to go to sleep.  I do have to say that after these last two full orgasms in 2018, there has been zero loss of desire following.  I woke up the next morning, got in front of my computer and was in a normal state of fantasy while searching the things I like.  Hmmmm, could it be the training I have received from years of orgasm control and denial are paying off?  

Signing off but before I do ... looking back at the naughty fantasy talk we had about "her husband sitting in a chair" and watching her enjoying a good fucking .... it seemed, well, like it turned up the heat quite a bit.  I wonder ..............

Friday, February 16, 2018

Chastity - Words Matter

Chastity.  What is it?  What do most people think it is?  What does it mean to you?

From the internet ... the definition of the word is:

Chas ti ty;

Noun  -  The state of practice of refraining from extramarital, or especially from ALL sexual intercourse.

For many people in the fetish/kink world, being in chastity exclusively means that the man or woman is wearing some sort of device that prevents them physically from having sex, or at least sexual stimulation of the genitals.  Per my last post, I was recently in my cock cage for 4 days as a punishment for my, well ........ let's just say she was disappointed and then not happy with me.  Here I am, safely locked up for what would turn out to be 4 days of continuous punishment.  Yup, it's actually me ......... All locked Up.

But, I digress from the intended message.  What was that again?  Oh yeah, chastity and what does it mean?

To Mistress K. and myself, it means the complete and utter control that she has over anything sexual having to do with me.  Anything and everything!  I am in completely and utter chastity, constant 24/7/365 with Mistress, unless Mistress decides at any given moment otherwise.  And even then, any sexual activity that I may be involved with requires her express permission and supervision.  All of that get accomplished without the use of a "chastity cage".  I am so very grateful that the type of chastity Mistress K. imposes on me is the volunteer kind.  I have become keenly aware that any violation to the trust she places in me on the subject of not masturbating, touching myself sexually, ejaculation without permission ..... etc., is akin to infidelity.  My sex, my cock, my ass, my orgasms, my ejaculations, are the property of Mistress K. and to not follow her specific rules on the use would be stealing from her.  

I am not looking down my nose at those that define chastity by a cock cage, or feel that the only way to prevent their man from touching himself/cheating/stealing is to put him under lock and key.  I am suggesting however, that when the term Chastity is used, it would be wise to use it in it's proper context rather than only speaking about some device.  

As I write this on Friday morning, I am still grateful for being unlocked and that the cage itself is securely placed at the bottom of my panty drawer.  I hope it's a long time before I piss off Mistress K. enough for her to feel I need to wear it again.

Thursday, February 15, 2018

Mercifully she had me remove my cage.

Every year since we became a couple, we have celebrated Valentine's Day on the 13th of February.  We did so I the beginning because it was impossible to get a reservation at any restaurant in Valley of the Sun on V-Day.  It worked out so well then and since, that it has become our tradition and it make celebrating V-Day SOOOO MUCH MORE enjoyable.  We have our pick of the best restaurants, the streets aren't crowded and it's just a overall super-relaxed way for us to celebrate.

In my last post, I described how Mistress K was punishing me by making me wear my chastity cage for an undetermined amount of time.  I hate that fucking cage!  Hate it.  I love being chaste and having my se and orgasms completely under control and supervision, but I hate that fucking cage!!!!  And she knows it.

I woke up on our Valentine's Day, grumpy, sleepy and feeling the painful effects of my cage successfully preventing any movement of my cock, including the involuntary, painful and fruitless attempts at nighttime erections. I was getting cranky at having to wear this cage, but Mistress K. was teaching me a lesson and I knew that any attempt at subtly getting her to allow me to remove would be met with scorn, disappointment and more time in the cage.  But now I was going on my 4th straight day in the cage and it physical effects on my body were starting to have an emotional effect as well.  Per haps Mistress K. knows how this works and wants to see if I am willing to fight through the "sentence" of wearing the cage.

During the day I went to the local adult store because I wanted to get a naughty card for V-Day.  Surprisingly they didn't have much, but I found one that would suffice.  While in there, I shopped around for stuff.  I know we were low on lube so I got some of that.  Check.  I knew I was needing some more penis desensitizing spray for those time when Mistress K. wants to be fucked deep, slow and hard, and for a long time.  Check. 

Then, I came across this guy:

It was inexpensive, stretchy, soft and has that nice little security harness that goes over your cock and balls to hold it in place.  While at our super sexy dinner and the super sexy restaurant, I was describing the cock extension to Mistress.  She had had a couple of stiff cocktails and before long she was having me ask for the check so we could get out of there and to our bed before the kids got home from practice.  Mistress told me to remove my cage and get into the shower and "wash all that cage nasty off of it".  I was speedy Gonzalez.  There is no better feeling that removing my cock cage after having suffered through for 4 days.  After my shower I rushed back to the bed to find her under the covers, naked and glorious.  There is always a moment of awe and appreciation when I see Mistress K. naked, and I always stop and the savor the moment for a few seconds.  Especially after having disappointing her a few days earlier, her eagerness for me to provide sexual pleasure to her had me soaring.  

It was meant to be.  She told me to get the new extension and put it.  We were both disappointed I that it didn't add any significant length or girth, but I knew it would aid in helping me avoid cumming (or wanting to cum) before Mistress K. and sufficiently received the fucking she was looking for.  It was awesome.  I fucked her hard, long, deep and made her feel like the needy, dirty little slut that she sometimes likes to be.  I made her hold herself open for me.  I made her tell me that she wanted to fucked "right now", that she wanted me to fuck her, that she was a needy little slut ...... and she did.

Of course, moments like this are merely temporary moments to abandonment for Mistress K..  Moments with which she and have been  able to reveal and recognize without having the speak about it beforehand.  Wearing a cock extension in moments like this ensure that she gets the fucking she wants, and I am so thankful to have one on hand.  Without it, my long denied, edge and denied cock that is constantly marinated in desire, teasing and edging, would simply want to cum too soon.  Not being allowed to cum (without permission) requires that I stop before a violation occurs.  Of course when that happens, yes, it keeps my ass from being beat red for cumming without permission, but it also and at the same time denies Mistress K. the deep, long, slow then fast fucking she is looking for.  You get the idea ....

On this night, Mistress K. got thoroughly ravished, fucked and used like a little-fuck you .... just exactly how she wanted it to be.  Afterward .... she laid there, basking in the afterglow of her deep orgasms.  A minute or so later, so informed me that I would be cumming on this evening.  She told me to straddle her body and masturbate until I cum.  It didn't take long and when I first started to feel the orgasm building in my balls.  As I will do, I asked, then begged Mistress to make it a ruined orgasm .... but she said no.  "You will fuck your hand to a full orgasm, and do it now".  Seconds later the glorious ejaculation and orgasm was right there, right at the edge.  I almost forgot to ask permission to cum (which is always required immediately preceding orgasm, even if permission was previously obtained.).  I stroked my cock long and slow, and then fast and had an orgasm that lasted for what seemed like an eternity.  Right there on her belly and her chest.

Happy Valentine's Day lover .... was what she said as I got up off of her to get a towel to cleanher with.

Wow, just fucking wow!

Thank you Mistress.  I worship and adore you!

Sunday, February 11, 2018

We don't fight .... ever

Greeting my Dear Friends,

It has been quite a while since we were last together .... and I sincerely apologize for the delay.  (I always feel uneasy about apologizing for not writing because on some level it just sounds so arrogant, as if my words and this blog are just so beloved, so important, that I am somehow depriving people of sustenance or something, instead of being just some random bloke, trying to get by.)  We are very private people, but I will tell you that the bulk of my absence was/is due to a beloved family member in the hospital since roughly Thanksgiving.  This person is not completely out of the woods yet, but there is signs that recovery is likely.  2 and a half months later ............ time to reintroduce myself to my family, friends, co-workers, and my beloved blog-world friends.  I've missed seeing you and "talking" with you.

We don't fight .... ever .......

Yet there are times when the planets align .... and we argue.  It's very rare but it does happen, and when it happens ... I somehow forget my vow of submission.  I somehow feel like its ok to raise my voice, to become frustrated and lash out verbally. I somehow feel entitled to "get out of my lane" and actually argue with Mistress K..  and I don't know why.

What do I mean "when the planets line align"?  It doesn't take much misalignment of those planets to get them in the right order that will allow an argument ensue, but it sometimes happens.

How did it end?   The way it always ends ..... with Mistress K. finally having enough, puts her foot down, points to the floor and says "you'd better kneel there now, tell me you are sorry in a way that convinces me you are, and beg me for forgiveness.  Well, I embellished a little when I added the "beg for forgiveness" part, but once things reach the point where Mistress K. says those words, with that tone .... begging for forgiveness is exactly what happens the second I acquiesce and kneel before her.
Then what happens?  Well ... it's over.  Well, mostly over.  What's over is the disagreeing, the shouting, the outburst that demonstrate the lack of respect that a true Mistress Wife should not have to endure.  What's beginning?   The making up, the regret for my behavior, the comfort is knowing that Mistress K. and I have tested another boundary aspect of our beautiful but otherwise unnatural relationship.  I've always been alpha and in control, Mistress K. has always been the opposite.  Again .... planets aligning.  Also beginning  ...  the penalty phase.  The punishment(s).  How this plays out is not as clear as some of the other aspects of our love.

I know that Mistress K. was angry with me .... really angry.  I also know that when Mistress K. is angry, especially really angry, she will not even consider picking up the paddle.  She has never verbalized it, but she will not punish physically when she is angry.  Instead, Mistress K. let me in on how much trouble I may be in by saying  "you need to put on your cage".  I don't know what if anything Mistress K. will do in the form of punishment for my behavior.  I DO know that shit is serious ... because Mistress K. will only impose the "put on the cage" punishment when she is seriously unhappy with me.  I suspect that a rather blistering spanking is in my near future, especially since we were both just commenting yesterday how I haven't received a spanking in some time, and how risky it can be for too much time to pass between punishment or maintenance spankings.

For now, I will wear the chastity cage of shame. It will pinch and hurt.  It will ache when I get an erection.  It will mean it take forever to urinate because I have to sit down and then painstakingly clean up afterward.  And ... It means that I have really fucked up and it's almost certain that some other, significant form of punishment is in store for me.