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Recently, cagedmonkey and I ended up with some extremely rare alone time and we got in some playtime. We’ve needed this time together for awhile since we moved and it just happened to work out that we got it. We both wanted to take a few minutes to explain why this time is important to us as a kinky couple as well as for each of us emotionally. It actually might help others understand why the like to do some of the things they like to do sexually. A lot of times it comes down to healing from our past. Please understand we are not professionals, we have never claimed to be, we simply have worked hard on ourselves and our relationship over the years and have learned a lot. We love to share our thoughts and views on things in hopes that it might help someone out on their journey!

In therapy there is something called “Act it Out” exercises. We have never actively done this kind of therapy but we have read about it in the past couple years and discussed it’s benefits with our therapist. Cagedmonkey and I have realized how helpful this kind of therapy can be for people who have had childhood trauma and/or abuse in whatever form. There are so many ways a kid can be screwed up by things, whether it’s physical or emotional. Most of the time, abuse survivors will hold back, hide, fear expressing their feelings or being themselves and sometimes even end up losing relationships in their lives that are important because they don’t know how to show who they really are. There are therapists out there who incorporate acting exercises into therapy sessions to help abuse survivors to come out from behind the curtain and face their fears and their feelings. That’s the simple version of it because I don’t want to turn this post into a REALLY long post on psychology. As always, if you want to know more about “Act it Out” exercises please do some googling! 🙂

I’m sure you can imagine how the whole “Act it Out” thing comes in handy in a kinky relationship. It addresses all those sexual feelings we may feel embarrassed by or afraid to admit, even to ourselves. Having a safe partner to act things out with is crucial. Whether you have a trusted sex therapist to talk to about these things or just awesome communication with your partner – either way gives you the release you may need, to work through some of the bottled up feelings and fears you have hidden away inside.

He Said: Some people might think it’s kind of crazy, how ML and I use our “mental issues” and our traumatizing pasts as part of our sex lives. I wouldn’t suggest just anyone trying it; ML and I wouldn’t go this deep without having really strong communication between us, otherwise the potential for hurting each other would be too great.

My Lady can explain to you how I fit her needs better than I can, but I’ll just say that I take great pleasure in being what she needs. As for my needs being filled, ML represents a way for me to make up for past mistakes.

To give enough background for this without getting too deep or wordy, I’ll start by saying that I spent a good part of my childhood getting away with things. I was a “mama’s boy” and the youngest in my family, which basically meant I was able to do whatever I wanted without worrying about the consequences. It’s a good thing I wasn’t too much out of control, otherwise I could have ended up in some real bad situations.

Anyway, the kink that ML and I share gives me a chance to make up for the discipline I missed. She is the firm, demanding, “mother-like” figure I needed as a child, only now she uses her control in a sexual manner.

It sounds totally fucked up… and maybe it is. Maybe it’s crazy for ML to take her anger against men out on me, or for me to look to her to make me pay for mistakes I made years ago. But we both know that it is a safe way for us to work through our issues and heal old wounds and have some damn good sex at the same time. The mental/emotional connection that we have during it makes everything so intense and amazing.

 

She Said: I’ll take a minute to get a little personal with you all to help you understand why this Domme/sub relationship we have and the things we do are so incredibly helpful for me. When I was a kid I was always put down, told I was not good enough and that I would never have anything good because I didn’t act a certain way or look a certain way. On top of that I was sexually abused as a young child so I’m sure you can imagine the demons I have hiding inside of me. I have found during this journey with my wonderful, amazing husband that I need the man that he is. I need a man who is a MAN, who can show me how he loves me for who I am and how I am and how I look. I also need a man who is willing to submit to me and let me control, at times, even the little things. I was made to feel so worthless and pointless as a kid and teenager, not to mention completely helpless by an older man. Now I get to face the fear that those things are really true about me and I get to use the kink that I enjoy to help me dig through the baggage I carry from childhood.

When I am dominating my hubby and controlling him I feel like I am being listened to. When I tell him (politely yet demanding) to do something and he says “Yes, ma’am,” I feel important and worthwhile. I feel like I have something to give, like what I say and do means something. When I control him, even the little things, it makes me feel more powerful than that little girl who sat there being told she would never amount to anything because she wasn’t pretty enough or thin enough. I feel more powerful than the child who was beaten because she “couldn’t do anything right,” because she “didn’t clean that right,” and would never get a husband because she’s “too fat.” Yes, seriously I was told those things and so many other horrible things you may wonder why in the fuck I even still talk to my mother. After the welts she left on my back from not doing things just the way she wanted them done.

This is sexual side of things makes me feel even more powerful. After feeling so completely helpless as a child by this older man in my life, you can only imagine the feelings I have and the emotions inside that come from dominating a man sexually. How it feels to force HIM to do things he maybe doesn’t want to do, to force HIM to take what I give him and make HIM feel completely helpless because of me. I get off so very much on feeling that power, of making him take things from me and causing that reaction in him. Those moans, those whimpers and the begging and pleading with me, the one who is controlling his pain or his pleasure. It’s ME who’s got this big strong man where I want him forcing him to endure whatever I want because in that moment, I’m the stronger one. I’m the more powerful one. Perhaps not physically stronger but mentally and emotionally, I’m the one with all the power. I say what happens and when it stops. It fuels me and gives me back what was ripped from away from me as a child. My identity, my life, taken away when I was so small. In those few moments when I’m grabbing my husbands throat and making him do what I want, or making him feel what I want him to feel, it gives me back the power of myself.

 

I hope by both of us writing this out for you guys helps you get to know us a little bit better and helps you when you worry about some of the things you may like sexually. It’s ok to like them and it’s perfectly fine to Act it Out with someone safe!

The stars aligned the other day, and I happened to get a day off of work during the week. This gave My Lady and I some time together with absolutely no kids in the house. She took advantage of this time by making me scream and cry with a rough pegging. What a way to spend your day off, huh?

ML cuffed my hands to the bed above my head, then she used the Easy Access Thigh Restraint Sling to position me with my knees up to my chest and my legs spread. I felt very slutty right then, wide open and vulnerable. I couldn’t close my legs even if I wanted to.

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She began to rub the tip of her strapon against my asshole, and my cock quickly began to stiffen. “Ooooh, you like being my little slut, don’t you,” ML teased me as she began to stroke me. “I bet your cock will even harder when I start sliding my big fake cock in your ass.” She slowly pushed the strapon inside me, and we found out she was absolutely right.

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ML stroked my cock and quickly brought me to the edge, and I whimpered and squirmed as she teased me. I wanted my hands free badly; after a month-plus of teasing and denial, I was desperate to touch myself and cum, whether or not there was a big rubber dildo in my ass or not.

ML kept me teetering on the edge, using my cock as a handle as she fucked me with the strapon. I could see ML was enjoying taking me on my back, being able to look into my eyes as she penetrated me, but I could also tell something was missing for her. She couldn’t fuck me with the force she wanted to. After not getting any chances to peg me for so long, she wanted to take me roughly. She wanted to hurt me.

ML took the thigh restraints off me and told me to turn over on the bed. With my hands still cuffed to the bed, I was defenseless. She had me where she needed me in order to take me as she wanted.

ML was not gentle with me. After not having much ass play for the past few months, I probably needed some time to get accustomed to the size of her strapon… time that My Lady was not willing to give. She pushed the strapon deep into my ass, filling me almost completely after only a few strokes. I kicked my legs against the mattress to try to deal with the pain, since it was my only option. She continued to abuse my ass, giving me no time to gather myself, until I was sobbing and begging her to stop. I was glad that there were no kids in the house, because I couldn’t have kept my volume down even if I needed to.

When ML had her fill of me (pun intended), she thrusted deep into my ass one last time. With the strapon still in my ass, she unhooked the waistband from herself, reversed it, and hooked it around my waist, effectively strapping the dildo firmly into my ass.
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ML then laid down next to me and reached for her wand. It was ML’s turn to take advantage of the kids not being around.

ML started by using the wand through her panties, getting them even more soaked than they already were from pegging me. Once they were good and wet, she took them off and shoved them in my mouth, letting me taste her while I watched her please herself. She then used the wand to bring herself to a massive, screaming orgasm, which lasted a good half minute before she started to come down. But even after that, she still wasn’t satisfied.

My Lady uncuffed me and told me to get up and fuck her. I nearly lept off the mattress, until I realized the dildo was still strapped inside my ass. She wanted me to fuck her with the strapon still in my ass! She knew exactly what I was thinking, and said, “Yes, be a good boy and fuck my pussy with your cock while mine fucks your ass.”

Her pussy was as wet as it had ever been as my cock slid easily inside her. I was close to cumming after only a few thrusts, but I managed to hold off. I nearly had a handle on the situation when ML wrapped her legs around my waist and used her feet to push the dildo deeper into my ass. I jumped forward reflexively, shoving myself balls deep into ML’s pussy and triggering another screaming orgasm from her. Her pussy grabbed and squeezed my cock as she came hard and loud, and my body wanted to cum with her so badly. I somehow managed to hold off… maybe the big rubber cock in my ass distracted me just enough.

ML’s timing was perfect – we had just a few minutes for aftercare before she had to go pick up my daughter from school. Back to real life we went, where we are parents instead of kinky fuckers we truly are inside. I couldn’t forget the morning, though… not with my poor asshole twitching and throbbing all day long, and definitely not with ML looking at me and giving me that knowing smile all day long.

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So, ML’s post let the cat out of the bag and it has now turned into the elephant in the room – I won’t be having an orgasm in 2016. Honestly, that sounds a hell of a lot worse than “I won’t have an orgasm for a year,” and I’m not quite sure why that is. Maybe because it’s so definite, so final… and it also says nothing of when my next orgasm will be…. Ok, I’m going to stop right there before I start putting more ideas into My Lady’s head. 🙂

Now that this is going to be a reality, I can’t help but think back to how we got this far. I can vividly remember one of the first few conversations ML and I had about our goals for chastity and orgasm denial. My goal was to eventually be made to go a year with an orgasm; ML wasn’t so ambitious. When I asked her if it would ever be a possibility, first she answered, “I don’t know.” Then, following a good pestering from me, she said, “Probably not.”

I’ll admit, I was a little disappointed. I wondered what it would be like to be that desperate, so needy after a year of no orgasms, and what it would feel like to finally have one. But I also understood where she was coming from. We hadn’t even started practicing yet, we were still working out the details (so to speak). Looking at an entire year of denial wasn’t just putting the cart before the horse, it was filling up the cart before even buying a horse. I was just happy that we were communicating honestly and openly, and we were willing to try this together.

I never expected ML to get as far as even considering a year denial for me. It was always one of those “what if” fantasies, but it grew less and less important as our sex life got more and more amazing. Little did I know that My Lady was building up her tolerance for denying me.

Now it seems like my fantasy will come true. And, to be honest, it’s not a “be careful what you wish for” situation – I’m very excited to try this! I know there will be times where I hate it and I want it to end, but I love being sexually controlled by My Lady. Also, being insanely horny, almost constantly turned on, and desperate to cum pretty much all day every day is an AMAZING experience that I wouldn’t trade for anything.

Although, nine months from now, I might feel differently about that and be willing to trade it for a nice good hard orgasm. 🙂

After a late night of teasing me and edging me over and over without mercy, My Lady was still not through torturing me.

(By the way, if you haven’t seen her post yet, click on that link… seriously, there is an AMAZING picture of ML’s tits posted there!)

ML once again took advantage of my unlockedness to tease me in the morning… from the very moment I woke up, in fact. She was stroking me, pushing me to yet another frustrating edge. After the edging from the night before, I was beginning to feel like I couldn’t handle any more. My body wanted to cum… my cock NEEDED to cum…. but My Lady wouldn’t allow it.

ML gave me three more edges before it came time for me to head to work. But she wasn’t done with me yet.

One thing I truly appreciate is the level of trust ML and I share in our chastity relationship. ML knows how devoted I am to being a “good boy” for her, so she feels comfortable leaving me unlocked if she is not directly with me – if it suits her needs, which it certainly did today.

ML instructed me to make sure that my cock stayed hard for the entire ride to work, which just happens to last about an hour or so. “Squeeze it, stroke it, do whatever you have to do,” she told me. So I ended up having to play with my cock for the next hour while I drove to work, desperate to cum but not allowed to. When I texted ML that I had gotten to work safely, she demanded three edges from me before I locked myself back up. I had to wait until about a half hour into my shift before I could stuff my poor teased cock back into its cage.

These edges are really driving me crazy! I do enjoy when ML touches me and teases me because it feels so fucking good, but eventually the frustration of being stimulated so much without orgasm begins to be too much. This, of course, is when ML enjoys asserting her control and forcing me to endure even more. I truly do want the teasing to stop at that point, whether she lets me cum or not. But I want it to be her choice – under her control – more than I want it to just happen. So I keep taking as much as she gives me.

What choice do I have?

There was an excellent comment on my last post that was absolutely spot on, and perfectly describes one of the best things about male chastity.

chastityfemdom writes:

now that we have PIV so much less, when it happens (or rather when Mistress R lets it happen) we both enjoy it a lot more than we used to, when it was just an ‘everyday’ thing. Guy’s who don’t live this way really don’t appreciate how good it feels to be inside a nice wet pussy, or how it feels to hear ‘I want you to cum inside me’.

Thanks for the comment, Rob! And yes, I 100% agree with you!

When I’ve been locked up for a good amount of time, the feeling of My Lady’s warm wet pussy squeezing and gripping my hard cock is just fucking amazing. That’s not to say it doesn’t always feel great – because it does – but it’s a little extra special when I’ve been denied for so long.

It’s almost like tasting your first dessert after you’ve been on a strict diet for weeks. Sure, a brownie is a nice treat no matter what day of the week you eat it, but it’s beyond delicious if you haven’t had one for quite some time.

So, yes, male chastity is about submission and control and all of those things we talk about… but one of the bonuses of male chastity is that first taste of sex when you’ve been on a “pussy diet” for so long.

I ran across this article on Yahoo and it started me thinking that ML and I must seem like a huge outlier. I mean, we are probably as content as we’ve ever been in our marriage, and we very often – in fact, regularly – go more than a week without having sex.

Then again, that’s by design. In fact, our chastity lifestyle has caused us to redefine what “sex” is for us. Of course, PIV-intercourse counts, but there is so much more that we do that ends up making the whole “cock & pussy” thing almost a minimal part of our sex life.

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Damn fucking good, but still minimal.

Take this morning, for example. ML and I woke up a little late, so we were rushing around a little bit getting me ready for work… but I still had time to kneel in front of her to show my submission to her. And she uses that time to tease me with her beautiful tits, making me want them but also making me wait until she was ready for me to have them. It was a small moment, but it have both of us a sexual charge that lasted well into the day.

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Wouldn't this keep you horny all day long?

My Lady and I “have sex” in so many ways. We can do an intense domination scene with bondage and pegging, or just simple snuggling and kissing in bed…. it’s all sex for us. Even just a simple smile and a knowing glance can have that sexual edge to it. (And yes… I just did it, and it was great!)

So, I guess we actually have sex more than once a week. In fact, we are pretty much having sex with each other all throughout the day. That still makes us an outlier, though… incredibly happy, in spite of all the sex we have. 🙂

I haven’t had a full night’s sleep for the past three nights. I’ve woken up at 4 am each night with an extremely painful cage-strangled erection, and the only way to calm myself down is to get out of bed and do something to take my mind off it. I try to lay in bed and relax – think about boring things, do math in my head, etc. – but nothing works. The pressure of my erection starts to ache, which is kind of a turn on for me, which keeps my erection from calming down… there’s no escaping the problem at that point.

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Maximum rootage.

The worst part is that I’m suffering through all these aches and pains, and I’m nowhere near getting the pressure relief of being unlocked that I so desperately need. It’s only been a little over a week since My Lady locked me up tight in the Jailbird, and the intensity of the ache feels like it’s been a month. And I have more than a month to go before I’m released!

I can tell ML is enjoying making me feel this way. She relishes the idea that it is her that makes my cock ache the way it does, and that thoughts of her are what keep it going strong. She’s been ultra horny over the past week (time-of-the-month or not, she’s feeling it bad!), teasing me just a little bit extra and getting off on it a lot bit extra. She’s even having sex dreams pretty much on a nightly basis now… I thought that was my thing!

I feel the energy building between us quickly and strongly. We’ve been talking a little bit about our desires, and when our horny feelings get really intense, we both start to want the same things. I’m not entirely sure, but I feel us moving towards a possible intense kink scene if this buildup continues. Come to think of it, we don’t have any plans this weekend. Who knows what ML has been dreaming up for me this past week…

(Taking a small break from the group sex weekend posts…. Don’t worry, the rest of the weekend will be posted)

I have to admit, I haven’t been the best sub I can be lately. I’ve been serving My Lady, being a good boy and satisfying her whenever and however she wishes, but I haven’t been submitting fully and completely to her. I’ve been wanting too much, and I’ve been making my wants known just a little too often.

There’s a difference between sharing my fantasies with My Lady, and telling her what I’d like her to do to me. I’m usually pretty good at avoiding the whole “top from the bottom” thing, but I’m far from perfect. My attitude has been contributing to some of ML’s down mood over the past week or so because she is afraid she is disappointing me. I shouldn’t be disappointed about anything because I shouldn’t be expecting anything.

Why am I having such trouble submitting? I’m almost sure it’s because of ML’s chastity plans for me – she wants to keep me locked 24/7 until Christmas. Forget having to go 2 months without an orgasm; I’m going to go 2 months without have a single full erection. And, honestly, that scares me.

When facing such a long lockup, I naturally want to have one last whatever-it-is that I want. In the past (both childhood and in our marriage), if something didn’t happen on a regular basis, there was a chance that it would be forgotten/phased out/etc. My mind thinks that if I have to wait that long (or, for some activities that we haven’t done for a while, even longer than a few months), will ML be interested? Has she already lost interest in some things that have faded from view? Are there things that we’ve done once and I’ve enjoyed, but will never happen again just because “it’s not something we do anymore”?

I hate these questions, because I hate not having the answers. But the beauty of submitting is that I don’t need the answers to these questions. All I need to know is that I belong to My Lady, and she wants what she wants. The answers to those questions are irrelevant if my focus is on her pleasure and fulfilling her desires.

I was lucky enough to get a day off from work today (although I’m working Saturday, so I’m not that lucky). ML let me sleep a little later than usual, but under one condition – she was going to make things a little “uncomfortable” for me.

My Lady started by applying the leather cuffs to my wrists. She then got a segment of bondage rope and started to wrap it around the base of my cock cage (which was starting to fill up very quickly as she continued to tie me up). Then came the uncomfortable part.

ML ran the rope down below my legs and up between my ass cheeks, all the way up my back and over my shoulders.  She gave it a quick tug, pulling it deep between my ass cheeks, before tying the ends of the rope to my cuffs. She positioned my hands at just above forehead level – not the most comfortable place for them, but any attempt to lower them would cause the rope to dig deeper into my ass.

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Quite the "predicament"!

ML then tucked a small egg vibrator underneath my balls and held it in place with the rope; I began to moan right away. ML quieted me with a deep tongue kiss.

“Get some rest,” she said, “I’ll be back in a bit.”

Get some rest? That wasn’t really possible. It was bad enough just getting in a spot where I was decently comfortable. I’d have no choice but to move my arms when they got tired, but the rope tugged against me and made the base of my cock throb. Add in the fact that I had to endure the constant vibration, and I was dying to be released pretty quickly.

My Lady returned a little while later. She stood over me for a moment, smiling as she enjoyed the torment she arranged for me. Her eyes were locked onto mine as she removed her panties. My entire body shuddered as she climbed up, straddled my face towards my feet, and sat her soaking wet pussy right down on my face.

My face was instantly covered in her juices as she rubbed her pussy all over me. She rode my tongue, pushing it inside her and forcing me to tongue fuck her. I heard her moaning as she adjusted her hips and my tongue slid into her tight asshole. She spread her cheeks apart and pushed down harder to take my tongue deeper in her ass, all while her bouncing pulled the rope deeper into mine. It was really starting to hurt; between my movements and ML’s thrusting against my body, the rope had really started to tighten up on me. I started to whimper, but my cries were muffled by ML’s sexy ass and delicious  pussy. I’m sure she could still hear me, though, because she went faster each time I cried out.

After my face was thoroughly covered in her pussy juice, ML slid her body down until her pussy was right on top of my caged cock. She began rubbing herself against me, grinding her horny pussy right into my cage. I could feel her warmth and wetness between the bars of the Jailbird, and I was getting very desperate to be inside her. I got my wish, but not exactly as I’d hoped; ML took my caged cock and pulled it into her pussy. I tried to stay quiet, but I couldn’t; I moaned loudly as her pussy took my poor tortured cock inside. My Lady grabbed the base of my cock and fucked herself with the cage, effectively jerking my cock at the root as it throbbed helplessly against the steel. She pulled on the rope with each thrust, but this time in a different direction. By the time she got off of me, the rope was fully dug into my sensitive asscrack.

My Lady seemed to be finished tormenting me, but she wasn’t finished pleasing herself. She took her wand and laid down beside me on the bed, head by my feet and vice versa. I had a beautiful view as she spread her legs across my chest and began to rub the wand on her clit. She was moaning and writhing within seconds.

“Ooooh baby,” she moaned, “I bet you wish you could cum like this.” I was too desperate to respond with words. “Finger my pussy while I cum,” she said.

Her pussy was down by my hips, there was no way I could reach that far the way I was tied up. But before I could protest, ML made it clear what had to do.

“Finger my pussy and make my cum, now,” she demanded. “I don’t care if it hurts right now, I just need your fingers inside me.”

I pulled on my cuffs hard, tugging the rope up my ass, but I only made it about 3/4 of the way to her. “Come on,” she wiggled her hips, “make me cum.” I tried harder this time; I pulled the rope as hard as I could, and I yelped in pain as my fingers slid inside her.

“Ohhhh God, yes,” ML moaned. “Deeper, baby, I want it as deep as you can.”

Fuck, what terrible torture this was. ML knows how much I love to make her cum, and she knows how much more I love being her good boy and obeying her demands. But here I was, being forced to pull a bondage rope up between my asscheeks as hard as I possibly could just so I could reach her pussy. I won’t lie, it hurt. It felt like the rope was going to pull right up into my ass, I was tugging so hard. But I had to; I had no choice but to do it because ML wanted it.

It was an amazing feeling – the pain of the rope digging into me, the soft sexy feeling of ML’s pussy squeezing my fingers, the joy of listening to ML get closer and closer to cumming, all mixed together into one moment. Add to that the crushing helplessness of the cage still locked on my desperate cock… It was truly indescribable.

ML came hard, as she usually does when using the wand – her pussy clamped down on my fingers and her legs stiffened as her orgasm exploded though her body. Her legs were pushing me down onto the bed, adding even more pain from the rope. It was all moot though; feeling ML’s intense cum helped me push through the increasing pain with extra threshold to spare.

ML undid the restraints after she came down from her massive orgasm, and now we are back to our normal “parenting” lives… at least on the outside, for me. Inside, my horniness is brewing; there is a semi-subspace feeling fueling this desire more attention from My Lady, whether it be more torture or teasing… whatever she desires. I’m home all day with her today. I wonder if this morning’s amazing experience has filled her appetite, or if it was only an appetizer.

I have the rest of the day to find out.

Getting adjusted to my new schedule is taking some effort. It’s not bad, don’t get me wrong. It’s actually really nice to be able to spend nights at home with ML; she has unlocked me for sex quite often over the past few days, and even allowed me to have an orgasm Monday night (she needed to be fucked hard, and I gladly obliged). Work is just very… different from what I’m used to.

I’m still in the middle of being trained… sort of. I’m also helping out with some supervisory paperwork… kinda. At the moment, I’m here and there; I’m not quite sure where I’m working or what I’m doing specifically yet. I thought maybe I’d get an office which would allow me some semi-privacy and a chance to text/talk with ML. If I’m getting one, I haven’t gotten it yet. In fact, I’ve had less chance to connect with her at work than ever before.

So yeah, it’s an adjustment. Just like living in this new place is. We got ourselves a bed frame to replace the one that got trashed by the movers, and some sexy sheets to boot. Our toys are still packed away, though, which has kept us from getting into any kinky games. Add to the fact that our bedroom door doesn’t really lock (the door can be pulled open, even when it’s locked), and the kids’ bedrooms being on the same floor as ours with no real buffer… any bondage or domination scenes are pretty much out of the question.

The one thing we do have to go on is our chastity play – it’s the one thing we can still hold on to right now. I’ve been meaning to talk to My Lady about what her immediate and longer term plans are for my chastity/denial, but honestly I’m just glad to have this.