Yup, We're Still Alive and Still Loving Life

 

Inspired by this woman and her husband, Tom Allen.

Greetings friends.  It has been a while since we all got together here, and man ... I've missed y'all.  There are multiple reasons for my being away since March 2024, but when it's all said and done, I don't have any better excuse other than life has been especially busy.  Those things keeping us busy were both big and small but plentiful.  I don’t know about you, but when things are crazy, it takes some of the energy necessary to write here, and I just didn’t have it.

All that said, things couldn’t be better for us on the life, love, and WLM fronts.  I’m not going to take the time to wade back through all of the previous posts to try and determine where we were/are in our journey, but suffice it to say, it’s better than ever.  I really just want to get back to blogging here about our day-to-day lives and how wonderful our chosen lifestyle has been in our marriage.  I’ll hit some of those as they come to mind.

NO … Mistress K. still does not cuckold me, and she has no desire to do so … yet.  I say ‘yet’ because I always say yet.  I always say ‘yet’ because I know, and more importantly, so does Mistress K., that doing so will always be her prerogative should she someday wake up and want to.  If that were to happen, we would have very lengthy, deeply profound conversations about whether or not we’d go that route. 

She still requires that I am caged 24/7/365.  We each love how being caged full-time has enhanced our WLM, and she has no interest in changing that.  At the beginning of the full-time caging, I would be let to cum.  Since Mistress K. has limited my orgasms to 3-4 per year (usually a ruined orgasm), it wasn’t too much trouble to occasionally remove the cage for the purpose of allowing me to orgasm.  Then, one time, as a reward for good behavior, she let me out of the cage and allowed me to penetrate her, make love to her to the point of full orgasm, unrestricted without having to stop to ask for permission.  It was an amazing treat and something I’ll never forget.  Well, it seems that she felt my behavior after that was subpar, and she was convinced that the reason was because I was let out of my cage for the purpose of cumming.  She decided then that until further notice, my orgasms would only be allowed while I was securely caged.  In other words, exclusively (well, almost) ruined orgasms.  By the way, “further notice” has yet to arrive. 

With that in mind, the default way we have penetrative sex has evolved beautifully.  As a default, we will have penetrative sex one of two ways, and both of them involve one of us putting on the strap-on harness and fucking the other.  The only real reason I believe Mistress K. would even consider fucking another man would be because she wasn’t able to get fucked long and hard like she likes it.  In fact, when Mistress K. made the decision that I would be caged 24/7/365 (mostly), and that my orgasms were limited to only while being caged, the very first question that came out of my mouth was …” Does this mean you are going to fuck other guys?”.  She said absolutely not.  But it did mean that when she wanted to be fucked, I would be wearing the harness and then she would decide which one of her “boyfriends” (dildos) would be fucking her. 

The other way we have penetrative sex is when she pegs me.  As you imagine, being caged at all times and having my orgasms limited to only while being caged, I began to crave prostate orgasms.  As a result, when I get horny, I tend to behave like a wanton slut, begging to be fucked.  Mind you, just because I behave like a horny slut, begging to be fucked, it doesn’t mean I get what I want.  Sometimes, I do, but more often than not, she denies me and makes me wait.  We both always enjoyed teasing and denial, and this style of it has become more normal.  I still have to “earn her cock”, like any good slut does.  On the rare occasions, I am let out of my cage (other than metal detectors, during family events, etc.), it’s usually because she wants to watch me masturbate (without cumming) while she is masturbating or because I am required to masturbate to completion immediately before receiving a really harsh and painful spanking.  Those are the worst!

Speaking of spanking.  YES, I am still soundly spanked for anything I do that displeases Mistress K. in any way.  She doesn’t need a reason to spank me, of course, but I am usually soundly spanked as punishment for being lazy, inattentive, grumpy, or forgetting a ritual or chore.  Example, the other day, I came home from work.  When I walked in the door she was standing there, arms crossed, not happy.  “Take off all of your clothes.  Right there where you stand.”  Once naked, she walked toward our big closet and said, “Follow me.”  Once in the closet she had me place my hands on the island in the middle and put my head down on the cold marble.  She immediately started paddling me with a pickleball paddle that she likes to use for this purpose.  “I am not happy.  Do you know why you are being punished slave?”  No Mistress, I said.  “How many times have I told you that when dry cleaning gets delivered, we DO NOT hang our clothes on wire hangers?  I’ve even told you that the dry cleaning remains hanging here until I can transfer the clothes to the hangers I want to be used, so that you didn’t even have to worry about it.  Yet there they are, put away and hanging on wire hangers.”  She resumed paddling me hard and it hurt.  When she punishment spanks me, she will continue until I tell her that I understand what my infraction was, tell her that it will not happen again, and then apologize to her.  The spanking intensifies and continues if she feels like any of those are insincere.  When she was done I was ordered to stand and face her.  I knew to kneel in front of her, wrap my arms her waist, lay my head in her tummy, apologize again and then thank her for my spanking.  She squatted down so her eyes met mine.  She said that if it happens again, I will be masturbating in front of her till I cum and then get the kind of spanking that only begins when the tears start and then be put to bed early.   ‘Yes Mistress, I understand.’  Trust me, it will never happen again.

That might make Mistress K. seem like a crazy person.  I assure you; she is not.  She had a moment of intense frustration, not necessarily related to the clothes on the wrong hangers, and as is her right, was able to vent on me.

We still have our other beloved rituals.  I’m kept naked in the house when we are alone.  I must deliver coffee to her bedside every morning.  I must ask permission to remove my cage in the shower to clean it and things down there, even though it is necessary.  If she has me plugged, I must ask permission to remove it before bedtime (she doesn’t always say yes).

Anyway, this is getting awfully fucking long, so I’ll end this post here.  I’d love to hear your comments. 

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everybody!