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I Fully Control His Orgasms and Sexual Pleasure

Posted by Lady M on May 22, 2015
Posted in: KeyHolder, Male Chastity, Orgasm Denial. Tagged: , , , , . 7 comments

The other day, after I allowed cagedmonkey to cum, we had a chat about what I had planned going forward.

It’s amazing to think that we are coming up on 2 years that I’ve been fully controlling hubby’s orgasms and sexual pleasure. Our actual chastity device wearing didn’t begin until October 2013 but it was June of that year that he asked me to take full control. We’ve been into tease and orgasm denial our entire relationship – that’s over 15 years! – but never to the extent that we are now. It was much shorter before, hours, days and the longest we had ever give over the years was a month. Now we hardly blink if I’ve kept him denied of orgasm for 3 months.

This last period of denial (which was actually 106 days, I think) was the longest I’ve had him denied. Getting to 3 months was actually pretty easy once it got there though it was almost excruciating for me to go the next two weeks or so that I made it. I was aching to feel him cum inside me. To feel his body shudder as he had that first orgasm after being denied so long. I truly missed how it felt to have that with him. It’s one thing to have sex or make love and not have him explode into me and it’s completely another to share that amazing feeling as we are cumming together in the high of sexual pleasure.

So, I told cagedmonkey that I wanted to take a break. For a second he looked at me, very sad, thinking I wanted to stop chastity and orgasm denial altogether. That wasn’t it at all! I comforted my confused boy and explained that I wanted a break from “Maybe day” and from pushing him and myself to go longer and longer in his denial. This decision had nothing at all to do with his chastity. As a matter of fact, I love that and he will be without his device very rarely for probably the rest of our lives. 🙂

I don’t know if cagedmonkey is still confused about what I mean but I have had to explain a couple times. What I want is to control his orgasms, which I already do. That doesn’t mean I’m going to have him out of his cage, fucking him every day, making him cum. It means I’m going to decide moment to moment if I want that or if I want to deny him. I could literally not feel it one minute and yet another be like, “oh fuck baby cum in me!” I guess it might depend on how physically turned on I am, how emotionally turned on I am our how deliciously evil I’m feeling.

That’s really where I’m at right now. I don’t want to have to deny him, I don’t want to have to make him cum. I want to just control it moment to moment and if I feel like denying him for a week or 3, so be it. I just don’t want the set periods of time right now. I need a break from constantly pushing further and further.

I think this will ultimately be fun but also I think it’s already a bit frustrating for him. Like I said I’m not sure if he thought taking a break from denial meant that he’d cum every time we had sex or that HE’D get to choose when. That’s not it at all, I’m not handing him back control of his sexual pleasure at all. I’m just liberating myself from set periods of time that I have to try to do or fear disappointing him or myself because I didn’t make it to the time frame I was hoping.

I’m going to enjoy this and, when will we set a time again? I have no idea but I’m sure it won’t be too long because I do love that build up of horny while getting that denial going, trust me! 🙂

Fantasy: So Long on the Edge of Orgasm

Posted by Lady M on May 18, 2015
Posted in: Fiction. Tagged: , , , , , , . 1 comment

Just another fantasy story that I thought deserved to be shared on the blog! 🙂

So Long on the Edge of Orgasm
by: CagedMonkey

I’ve never been more sexually tortured in my entire life.

For the past God-knows-how-long…. hours?… I’ve been locked on all fours in the stockade while the fucking machine s l o w l y stroked my cock, driving me crazy and keeping me on edge but not quite giving me enough stimulation to cum. My body trembles as my hips try in vain to thrust forward to get the stimulation I need, but the waist pad holds me snugly in place. I can’t move my hips an inch forward, or even backward to escape the constant stimulation. At this moment, I’m not even sure if I want the machine to make me cum or just stop stroking me and stop the torture. The one thing that is certain is I won’t get either option.

I’ve been here for so long on the edge of orgasm, and the tension has tired me so much that I’m nearly falling asleep from fatigue. Only the machine won’t let me rest, the torment doesn’t stop. Every time my brain tried to turn off, it snaps back to its incredible need for release.

Suddenly, I’m jolted fully awake by the sound of the collar of the stockade being unlocked. I know what this means, you’ve done this before. Some of the times you’ve woken up to apply lube to the fleshlight, you simply masturbate yourself to sleep. I’m forced to listen to your moans of pleasure, unable to see you because the collar prevents me from turning my head or looking up at the bed. Those times you leave me locked where I am, barely speaking to me as you make it possible to continue my ordeal.

This time, I know you want more. Unlocking the collar means you want me to move my head. You stand in front of me, holding your pussy in front of my face. I need no further instructions. I begin licking you, tasting your dripping wet pussy as you rub it all over my face. You grab my head and pull me into your pussy further, grinding your hips against me. Then I feel something different, something that hasn’t happened during the other times you’ve used my face to get off.

The machine has begun moving faster.

I moan loudly into your pussy, gasping between licks as the machine strokes me faster. I want to push against the machine, thrusting harder as it drains the cum from my tortured body. My breath quickens as I realize the machine is going to make me….

… the machine stops, just moments before I cum.

I groan in frustration, vibrating your horny pussy and triggering a deep orgasm in you. Your hips grind against my face as I sob into your pussy, wishing that you would end this horrible/incredible experience, one way or another. But I feel you applying the lube once again, and the machine begins stroking me once again, even slower than before. You kiss me on the cheek as you lock the collar shut once again.

“Enjoy,” you whisper before you climb up on the bed and leave me on the floor again. Soon, I hear your soft moans as the bed begins to squeak; I moan and sob quietly as you rub yourself to sleep once again, leaving me only to endure until you decide I’ve had enough…

Finding the Time to Connect

Posted by Lady M on May 14, 2015
Posted in: Marriage. Tagged: , , , . 2 comments

Things here with Kid1 have been very stressful. For those who haven’t read the What’s This All About page or follow us on Twitter, our oldest child is on the Autism Spectrum. She also has some other medical issues but that is neither here nor there, that’s just something that can add to the stress sometimes. She’s been on medication since she was about 4 years old for her inability to control her emotions and that she can even get violent. Anyway recently we have tried to switch her to a new medication and it has been an extremely horrible experience. I just made an urgent call to her Behavioral Pediatrician today about it.
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My point in telling you all that is because we have been finding it very hard to find time to connect. That’s not to say we haven’t had a few little sexy moments or little teases here or there. Even through all this we manage days like the other day, where I tease and torment cagedmonkey all day. The problem is the in between times where the horny is completely lost due to a child having a complete breakdown and my ulcer flaring up and being totally worn down by the whole thing. That small connection we were able to make, physically or emotionally, was now severed by a screaming, yelling, flailing around 10 year old girl.

Like I said, we actually HAVE been connecting but it doesn’t feel that way, especially at night when I’m so exhausted. I’ve usually spent all day handling the girl child and then both of the kids when kid2 gets home. I end up falling asleep earlier than normal and missing out on texting hubby while he’s at work. I’m missing him terribly by the next morning when he finally gets home… But then he’s off to bed so I’m still not seeing him for 6 or 7 hours.

Life and marriage with kids is hard and this is one thing that can really put a damper on a sex life. Even cagedmonkey tried for like two days to write his last post but dealing with kid issues and busyness at work dragged it out. I’m just glad we are able to communicate these things with each other. That we are able to say we aren’t feeling as good of a connection as we need, emotionally. It really keeps our relationship healthy when we can help each other out by giving more of what we need to feel a greater connection.
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It’s Not Fair That I’m the Only One

Posted by Lady M on May 11, 2015
Posted in: Anal, Orgasm Denial, Pegging, Tease & Denial. Tagged: , , , , , . Leave a Comment

Last night cagedmonkey and I had some very awesome (frustrating for him) sex. Actually it was more of an all day thing where I used his cock to get off on and to tease him. Last night just ended in some multipositional (pretty sure I just made that up) sex. I was teasing his cock in bed to the point he started to growl and his horny little animal came out and he rolled up on top of me. His big cock feels so good stretching my pussy and filling me up over and over as he thrusts into me. He may only be able to manage 4 or 5 thrusts at a time so he continues to be my good boy but fuck, are those few seconds incredible.

I guess some women might not be able to handle the constant stop and start like that but it really doesn’t bother me. I absolutely love that I have him in such a way that he can barely be inside me without being on edge. How powerful that feeling is!

After a few times of this thrusting into me he kinda collapsed on me, whimpering how he’d have to stop unless I was going to allow him to cum. Of course I wasn’t, it might be hot as stupid outside but it’s definitely not July and therefore not time cum. He rolled back onto his back breathing heavy. I only gave him a minute before I grabbed his rock hard shaft and started stroking him. I edged him a few times, so incredibly close to orgasm. I really do have a knack for that! 🙂 Almost as quickly as I let go of his cock, I was on top of him sliding him into my warm, wet pussy. I rode him and edged him with my pussy, as a squeezed him tight with my muscles. I edged him until he was begging me to stop. God, I love hearing him beg like that.

Yesterday, I was having all kinds of fun talking about possibly pegging cagedmonkey but after a long day and kid stuff and cleaning the house, he and I watched a movie and headed in to bed. The actual harness wearing pegging didn’t happen. I love that we are comfortable enough now that when something like that doesn’t happen we aren’t disappointed or resentful. We are simply appreciative of the fact that we had whatever kind of amazing sexual interaction there was.

However, this morning when I went in to wake up cagedmonkey I decided it really wasn’t fair that I was the only one that had my hole filled last night. That I talked about pegging him, I made him wear the butt plug all day to prepare his ass and it was only fair he got some assplay. So I grabbed the lube and the “Thruster” and gave him quite the awakening!
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He was already laying on his stomach when I walked in. I told him “I didn’t think it was fair that I was the only one getting fucked, so I decided it was your turn.”

He managed to moan out a “please be nice, my ass is still sore from the plug.”

“Awww, baby, I’ll be so nice. Don’t you worry,” I assured him.

I put some lube on the end of the Thruster and gently worked at his tight hole. Pressing into him slowly and gently, this was about pleasure not pain. This wasn’t about using him for my pleasure or hearing that incredible moan when I peg him. This was all about letting him feel some pleasure. I worked the Thruster in and once he’d relaxed and things were going more smoothly I rolled him to his side and grabbed his cock. I started stroking him and pushing the Thruster into his ass at the same time. Fuck, I wish I could have recorded the moans that came out of him. I kept pushing into his ass as I edged him twice.

I, quite abruptly, let go of his cock, pulled the probe from his ass and said, “Ok gotta go, my coffee is getting cold!” I kissed his cheek and giggled as I walked out, leaving him there, humping the mattress. 🙂

Teasing is Important When Denying Orgasm

Posted by Lady M on May 10, 2015
Posted in: Male Chastity, Orgasm Denial, Tease & Denial. Tagged: , , , , , . 6 comments

I’ve been having a bit of fun teasing cagedmonkey today. Of course, because of it, my pussy is awfully wet. I cannot stress how much fun it is and how important I think it is to have this with a boy in chastity. Not only chastity but more so with someone who is being denied orgasm. Tease and denial play is a little work on the teasing partners part but it literally can take just a minute or two throughout the day. Some physical play, if possible and maybe more importantly the mental play that comes from the language we use.

A little bit ago, the kids were playing Minecraft, so I texted cagedmonkey and told him to go in the bedroom and get my toy nice and hard because I wanted to tease and edge him. Yes, I was quite blunt about it, haha. So off he went and a minute or two later he texted me to say, “he’s ready for you ma’am.” I snuck off to the bedroom and pushed cagedmonkey back on the bed. I had his cock in one hand, a nipple in the other and was simulating pegging him. It was actually so fucking hot to look down and see my big boobs as I looked down at his cock. Like, so hot I had to take pictures to share with you all.

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It really was just a few minutes of teasing and I stroked him to the edge a few times as I pushed my hips into him. Simulating that pegging thrust while pinching his nipples, made me really get into it, even for those few seconds.

Teasing your man does not need to involve a whole lot of planning or time. I do think it’s something that needs to be done. I couldn’t imagine enjoying this with my hubby if chastity meant “lock it and leave it” or if denial meant “ignore it like it doesn’t exist.” Both of those things wouldn’t work for either of us. We have kids and we still sneak in some hot minutes here or there. That’s really all it takes. I’ve got him to the point of whimpering today just when I lean above him to kiss him as I’m walking out of the room. I love hearing him moan and whimper, knowing that his entire body is aching for me. I’m sure remembering last night when I used his cock to fill me up as I came nice and hard doesn’t help his horniness. I can imagine being made to please me until I cum 3 or 4 times and then being denied must make the fact that he’s been denied about 3 and a half months really frustrating.

And it’s only noon! 🙂 I’ve got another 12 hours to play with him.

A Good Ol’ Morning Facesitting

Posted by Lady M on May 7, 2015
Posted in: Male Chastity, Oral Sex, Orgasm Denial, Tease & Denial. Tagged: , , , , . Leave a Comment

That familiar squeak, as I turn the knob to the bedroom door, wakes him just the slightest bit. One eye peeking open to see me standing there in only a tank top. I know he’s notices the look in my eye as I walk slowly to the side of the bed. He rolls to his back, as if to assume the position. He knows exactly what’s coming. Kneeling on the bed, first with my left leg, I swing my right leg over top of him and straddle his face.

My pussy is already soaking wet because I’ve just finished reading what he wrote about the amazing sex we had the day before. His tongue parts my moist lips and he finds the soft treasure in my warmth. His lips kissing, his tongue flicking and licking, sucking my clit as I move myself up and down slowly on his face. I can feel the heat inside me as I grow closer and closer to orgasm. My muscles tightening, pressing harder down onto his face, rubbing myself from his nose to his chin, covering his face in my gooey wetness. Closer and closer, my moaning gets slightly louder but still soft enough not to alarm the children. My thighs squeeze against the side of his head, my breathing quickens, I moan and ride his face harder. Pressing myself down onto him as I gush my warm juices into his mouth.

“That’s right baby,” I whisper, “lick up all of my delicious cum.”

It used to be that every morning was a facesitting one for cagedmonkey. Every morning he would come home from work, I’d “tuck him in” and I’d sit on his face, just like that. I got to start my day with an orgasm or two and he’d go to bed, frustrated as hell, covered in my juices. It was wonderful to feel that yesterday, ass I started my day. It made me remember the powerful feelings I’d get from being the one in control of how he eats my pussy. Controlling when I lift up just enough so he can get a breath.

We don’t often do the facesitting thing anymore but I really should get back to doing it more. Facesitting is one of those “make him feel very submissive” things. It’s also something that makes me feel powerful and controlling, two things I love to feel.

Conversations Like These Do Not Help the Horniness!

Posted by Lady M on May 3, 2015
Posted in: Male Chastity, Sex. Tagged: , , , . Leave a Comment

Cagedmonkey and I were texting last night while sitting on the couch together – since we have young kids and there is no way we can have these kinds of conversations in front of them. Even if we try to use cryptic words it would never have this impact.

Conversations like the one we had where cagedmonkey is telling me about how he’s feeling sexually – I just love communication! – really gets me going. Especially when his mood and my mood compliment each other. He is feeling like this:
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And I’m feeling exactly the opposite of that, where I’m so fucking horny that I want to just use him for every bit of my pleasure… Like he’s my sex toy and nothing more. This right here is why we are so perfect together!

Fuck, I’m so horny I’m sitting here in church and my pussy is wet, quivering and aching as I think about going home and taking out my horny frustrations on cagedmonkey!

Remember That Time We Forgot to Put the Bondage Equipment Away?

Posted by Lady M on May 1, 2015
Posted in: Bondage, Marriage. Tagged: , , , . 3 comments

Today was absolutely hilarious! Last week I saw a mouse in the apartment so I called the office and they said they’d send over the pest control guy. Awesome, but since I saw the mouse in our bedroom closet cagedmonkey and I knew we really needed to put away the sex toys and bondage equipment. We had the doggystyle stockade and accessories and stuff all on the floor on the other side of the bed so the kids wouldn’t see it. We kept reminding each other we needed to put it away but things kept coming up and we kept pushing it off.

I didn’t even think about it today until the guy knocked on the door. Oh Shit! I said to myself and I was hoping to make it to the bedroom to wake up hubby and quickly throw the little stuff in the drawer. But, no! The dude was right at my heels going down the hall. He practically walked in the bedroom while I was trying to tell hubby he needed to come in to set some traps.

I was dying as he walked to the other side of the bed and there was the stockade, the fleshlight, the leather wrist and ankle cuffs and a few other things. As he’s stepping over the stockade he makes the comment, “got a little bit of a 50 Shades of gray thing going on here, huh?” Bahahaha I almost crapped myself! All I could do was laugh out loud but in my head I heard myself say, “50 Shades ain’t got nothin’ on me, baby!” If he only knew! I’m pretty sure he was thinking that I was the one that that those handcuffs and things got used on.

I bet I turned 50 shades of red, I was pretty embarrassed and cagedmonkey, I’m sure wanted to hide under the blanket, but hey, whatever! Shit happens and it honestly wasn’t that big of a deal but really it was quite a laugh. I just apologized for not putting it away and him having to step over it. He assured me he’s seen plenty of stuff when doing his job and it was no big deal. I’m so sure we’ll be laughing about this for a long time. It’ll be a great memory! Monday, when he comes back to check the traps, should be interesting! Haha

Fantasy: Obediently, I Lift My Legs and Arms Back Up

Posted by Lady M on April 30, 2015
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Since giving my girlie sub,Lizzy the task of looking up predicament bondage she’s started to fantasize about it. One of my subs requirements is to share their fantasies with me. This is one that got me extremely hot, including the aftercare, so, I had to share it here!

Here is her story: Deep Breaths

Deep breaths, I tell myself, deep steady breaths. My legs are tied together, rotated so the tops of my feet are touching. I hold them in the air, unaided, barely keeping them up high enough so the strings attached to my ankles don’t pull on the nipple clamps they’re attached to. My core burns, pulling pathetic whimpers from my throat. I am thankful for the bar I can rest my legs on, just low enough to painfully pull on my nipples but high enough so if my legs give out, I don’t seriously hurt myself. I decide to lower my legs. With a loud groan and a high pitched squeal, I rest my core but stretch my nipples a good inch or two. My chest heaves with my breath as I try to adjust.

My arms begin to shake above my head. They’re tied together and connected to a counter weight, so if I lower them the dildo right above my mouth will lower into the O-ring holding my mouth open and choke me. A small sob escapes me as the dildo falls with my arms. My muscles may get a break, but I don’t.

“You’ve gotten a lot stronger since we started doing this,” My Lady remarks conversationally from her chair next to me. The only response I can give is a strained, choked, muffled wail. She laughs lightly as she rises. “You know, you’ve done so well today, keeping yourself taut for so long, I think you deserve a reward.”

She moves behind my legs where trying to look at her is a horrid strain on my eyes. I just stare at the ceiling instead, waiting. “You’ll only get your reward if you keep your legs and arms up though,” the condition is delivered in her happy singsong voice. I try to say, “Yes Ma’am,” but what comes out is more of a guttural noise than anything else. Obediently, I lift my legs and arms back up despite my screaming muscles. That’s when I hear the sound of the Hitachi. I am more motivated to keep myself taught than ever in this moment. It has been a month since my last orgasm and I will do almost anything to earn one.

When the vibrator touches me I can’t stop the screams and pleads flying from my throat, scrambled and turned into senseless noise by the gag. My legs fall for a moment, pulling my nipples suddenly and causing the vibrator to be removed. Almost sobbing, I pull my legs back into the air, praying for the strength to keep them aloft. The vibrator returns, only this time with a sleeve. The attachment slips into my vagina and presses against my g-spot and clit. Bucking and thrashing, I struggle to keep my limbs up. I want this so bad. I NEED this! I scream in my head.

Somehow, despite myself, despite the burning pain in my body, I last. Somehow, I make it to screaming orgasm. Lights flash behind my eyes and I feel liquid gushing from me. The vibrator remains on and in me for a minute after I am finished, My Lady chuckling as I twitch around it and fall limp. I feel like my limbs are made of lead and I’m flying far away from my body. All too soon, the climb to orgasm begins again, forcing me to lift my legs for better access and pleasure. Right before I hit another, the vibrator is taken away. “Don’t get greedy now sweet little thing,” I swear I can hear her smile in her words. Without stimulation, I fall limp again, feeling like a rag doll. As I faintly feel fingers untying the ropes around my ankles, I close my eyes and allow myself to rest.

The pain of removing the clamps brings me back to myself with a short shout and fast whimpers. The dildo already gone, my arms untied, my legs resting on the floor, the only thing left was the gag. It left my mouth with trails of saliva clinging to it. My head is pulled into My Lady’s lap and I instinctually move to please her. Confusion muddied my cloudy mind as she told me no and moved my face away to rest on her thigh. Have I done something wrong? I speculate as I turn to look up at her. I love to please her, to make her cum. I couldn’t fathom why she’d stop me.
“You are much too tired. Rest sweet girl, you can thank me later,” she softly explains, stroking my hair. I nod weakly, my head barely moving. We sit there for a while, silent. With a kiss to my forehead, she pulls a pillow under my head as she rises. The way she looked there, the light behind her head like a halo, she looked like a Goddess. “Be right back,” reassures the Goddess above me. Smiling, I give another incremental nod and close my eyes, slipping into sleep.

She returns with water and chocolate. “Do you want some water?” she asks, sitting next to me again. I open my mouth and give a soft “Ahh,” prompting a giggle from her. A straw is placed on my lips and I drink my fill. Water runs in the background. I perk up slightly, glancing between My Lady and the doorway. “I thought after all that you could use a bath,” she explains, rubbing my side and back gently, “A nice warm bath sound okay?” I smile dopily at her. I am loved, warm, and safe and cared for.

I can’t wait to repay her.

Thank you my sweet Lizzy girl for the amazing story and for being such a good girl sharing it with me and ultimately our readers. 🙂

What is Predicament Bondage?

Posted by Lady M on April 30, 2015
Posted in: Bondage, FemDom. Tagged: , , , , , , , , . Leave a Comment

I could write out some long descriptive post about what this is but it’s been done so I will mostly borrow the words written on the Predicament Bondage Wiki page. If you want a little more information or read into the different uses you could check there. I plan to only talk about the bits of predicament bondage that intrigue me. Perhaps as I do more of my own research I’ll get more interested in other uses – you know how research and time tend to expand my interests a bit once fantasy gets involved.

So, one of the reasons this came up is because both hubby and my girlie sub Lizzy are kinda the same. They both have a thing with being put into difficult situations. So I had both of them do some research on different types of predicament bondage. Lizzy was to look up the general sense and cagedmonkey was to look up Asymmetrical Bondage. Both of which put your sub in a difficult position.

So what exactly is Predicament Bondage? Predicament bondage is the art of restraining a person in such a way that there is a limited number of positions in which they can be, each of which are so uncomfortable that they are forced to shift their weight or position. Upon doing so, they place themselves in another equally uncomfortable position. It basically causes a sub to have to choose or alternate between the two positions, each of which carry their own pain. The default position is typically intended to cause muscle fatigue, such as standing on tiptoe. If they get too fatigued they have another option to choose which is usually a more physically painful position, for example letting themselves lower their weight and stand regularly while forcing a rope attached to their genitals to pull taut and cause pain.

One of the intriguing parts of predicament bondage is how it could be used in orgasm denial. Imagine hearing your dominant say, “you can cum but you’ll have to move up on to your tip toes to position the wand correctly and as you do that the rope will cause pain to your nipples.” Or something to that effect anyway. After being denied for days, weeks, months, are you willing to cause yourself pain to have that desperately wanted orgasm?

The sadistic side of me gets such a thrill thinking about watching someone try that. Giggling as I hear them grunt and moan. Agonizing over the decision. Such sadistic fun! 🙂

Another interesting but type of bondage is asymmetrical bondage which is more about causing a submissive’s body to become confused and off balance. It is when the body is bound in an asymmetric way, as in one leg bound bent up and the other straight. There isn’t a whole lot out there on this, that we’ve found, but we at least get the idea. When you bind the body in this way it throws the brain off since most of your body moves or works in symmetry. It’s an interesting concept anyway and we are still looking into it more and more.