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Last night, My Lady and I were spending some time together on the couch before I had to leave for work. I was laying down and ML was laying on top of me. It was insanely comfortable; so comfortable, in fact, that I had to set the alarm on my phone just in case we fell asleep. And we did just that, snoozing for about an hour or so. I set the alarm early enough so I wouldn’t need to scramble to get ready for work. It turned out that I would need to anyway, only because ML found another use for that extra time.
After I got dressed, ML motioned for me to kneel in front of her on the couch. I knelt before her and she began touching my body, running her hands underneath my shirt and caressing my chest. Her fingertips found my nipples and began teasing them with her delicate touch. I couldn’t hold back the sounds of pleasure, and I moaned into ML’s mouth as she leaned down to kiss me. This very often fuels ML’s dominance over me, and this time was no different.
My Lady pushed me down onto the floor, straddled my body, and virtually attacked me in all ways sexually. She kissed my roughly, sucking my tongue deep into her mouth until I could feel the slightly painful tug on my stretched out tongue. She shoved hers deep into my mouth until I nearly gagged. She bit my lip gently, drawing startled yelps from me and driving her further into her sexual frenzy. She was unstoppable, and I didn’t want her to stop!
It felt incredible. I experienced so many conflicting feelings – I was excited that ML was so damn turned on. I was surprised each time she turned up the intensity, and a little shocked each time she caused me a little bit of pain. And I was also somewhat scared of what she would do to me next.
But most of all, I felt like I was being used. My Lady has this sexual energy that she needed to release, and I was her target. It wasn’t about pleasing me, teasing me, or even causing me pain or pleasure. It was about her getting what she needed, and using me to get it. Without even noticing it, I started moaning, “Oh God yes, please use me!” It felt so good to be her sexual plaything and nothing else in that moment.
After ML released the energy she needed to and began to come down from her sexual high, she turned to “cuddle mode” and held me tight against her body. I could feel the change in her body as she transitioned to aftercare. What wasn’t so clear was who needed the aftercare – although she was holding me and telling me she was there for me, I could sense that ML was a little intimidated by her behavior. I made sure to tell her that I was okay, and that it was an amazing experience. I wanted her to know that she did nothing wrong by using me like that. I didn’t want the feelings of guilt that bring on her domme drop to creep in.
And it seemed to work. 🙂 ML was able to avoid the domme drop that sometimes follows an intense scene like that, and her excitement has only grown since then. She told me this morning that hearing me almost beg for her to use me drove her crazy and made her want to use me more.
I can sense her confidence and power growing, even as I sit next to her on the couch. I feel it radiating from her. She has me home all night long tonight, and I can’t even imagine where her newfound intensity will take us.
I think it’s so damn hot that My Lady can squirt. It is such an extreme, visual expression of ML’s reaction to my touch. Also, her orgasms that follow it are usually very strong, and she gets very vocal when she cums. The smell of her juices is amazing and turns me on like nothing else.
During the past week, My Lady has had a strong craving to have my cock as often as she can. This works well for me, because after having my cock locked up for almost 3 weeks, I am definitely in the mood to give it to her in as many was as possible. One thing that surprises me is that I am able to actually perform for a decent amount of time before I get close to cumming. It’s not a crazy long amount of time, but I manage to please My Lady while denying myself at the same time (brag). I’ve gotten better at recognizing the feelings that come with the approach of my orgasm, and I’m learning to manage those sensations to keep myself from going too far. However, sometimes I still need to perform “emergency exit procedures” (a.k.a. pulling my cock out of her pussy as fast as possible).
The most frustrating thing about the deliberate pace I must use is that I always sometimes want to pound her pussy hard and fast. In my state, I can’t do that for more than a few seconds before I’m in big trouble. So I take what I can get and fuck ML as hard as I can for 2-3 seconds at a time. Can ya blame me? 🙂
The other night, ML unlocked me and both of us were pretty needy for some hot sex. I startes off by licking her pussy as she lounged on the couch, legs spread wide open so my tongue could reach her warm wetness. I took my time, kissing and licking her pussy lips all over as well as pushing my tongue inside her. She moaned as she petted the back of my head, complimenting my tongue techniques as she enjoyed the feelings. A few moments later, she instructed me to use my fingers on her. I slid two fingers inside her, fucking her pussy with them as I sucked her cilt softly into my mouth and swirled my tongue over and around the sensitve flesh. It wasn’t long before I felt her pussy squeeze my fingers as her orgasm hit her.
My fingers were only an appetizer for her, apparently. ML pulled me up to her, nearly sliding my cock into her slippery wet pussy in the process. After just a bit of aiming, my cock was inside her pussy. God, it felt soooooooo fucking good. It always does! I couldn’t hold back and I wanted to fuck her hard so I started my off-and-on pounding; ML gasped in surprised pleasure, only to let out a disappointed groan when I had to stop.
“More,” she told me. “Fuck me hard more, pound my pussy!”
Since I am not one to disobey, I started fucking her hard again. Then I quickly realized a prolem – I didn’t give myself enough “down time” between hard thrusts. That, combined with the hot sexy noises that ML was making, started getting me excited very fast. I was very close to cumming a lot quicker than I expected At just about the last moment, I pulled my cock out of ML’s pussy and practically jumped off the couch…
… just in time to get a good view of My Lady’s pussy gushing onto our brand new couch! (It was going to happen eventually, hehe)
There was a pretty good amount of squirt, and neither ML nor I were trying to make it happen. We both had the exactl same reaction: “We gotta try that again!”
After flipping the cushion, grabbing a towel, and moving to the floor – we are trying to put off soaking all of our furniture with our sex juices for as long as possible – we were at it once again. I fucked her pussy nice and deep for a few thrusts then quickly pulled out again, and ML drenched the towel with her squirting pussy!
I helped ML to her feet, and I immediately had another idea… I turned ML around and slid my cock into her pussy from behind in a standing semi-doggy position. A couple of quick hard thrusts had ML squealing in pleasure, until I abruptly pulled out once again; my cock was followed by a river of pussy juice running down her legs. God damn, I love making her squirt. I did it another two times, each time more pussy juice was just pouring out of her. Of course, i was a good sub and I cleaned up the mess I made, licking the juices off of her legs from heel to pussy, covering my face with her musky scent.
ML and I talked afterwards, and I confessed to her that I find it really sexy that she can squirt and that I’d like to see her do it more often. Some of my bondage/domination fantasies would be absolutely fucking killer hot if she were to squirt all over my body with her pussy while she cums over and over. She seemed to like that idea, as well.
We recently received the following comment on one of ML’s posts, specifically her post on breath control. Here is the comment from Dedicatedtoher:
Please explain to me how you can get sexual pleasure from hurting someone you love/ Where is the pleasure , the joy in hurting him? Even if he is a masochist, you have the ability to step back and say: “This I cannot do. I get no pleasure from hurting you” Your sexual thrill from inflicting pain on your husband is something I find difficult to understand. I am happy sadism does not work for my wife and I
Both of us have things we would like to say in response to this. So here is your “He Said, She Said” installment of “Mail Chastity” (or vice versa, whichever tickles your fancy).
Lady M: Thank you so much for your comment and question. I would like to first point out that I do NOT like to hurt my husband nor do I get pleasure from it. I do love his reaction to some slight pain like pinching nipples, nails on his back or balls or even a spanking. I do believe those are all pretty common ways people create a pain sensation to get a reaction from their partner. As I said, I do not enjoy actually hurting him whatsoever. Since it is the Breath Play post in particular that you are referring to, I want to say that at no time during our play like this do I hurt or intentionally cause him pain. If that were to happen, with a misplaced thumb or something, I stop immediately and adjust. I’m actually terrified of accidentally hurting him and often cut play short sometimes. Breath play is not about pain and has everything to do with the control of his consciousness. That I do love, I love the control I have over him. I love seeing his glossed over eyes as he is slipping off into his dreamy state. That does give me a sexual charge and my crotch is instantly sopping wet and drippy. It really is not painful to experience this but rather relaxing and calm I would imagine.
I hope this helps explain it a bit and as I always say, not everyone will ever enjoy the same things when it comes to most things in life. Although… maybe bacon… everyone, except Cagemonkey, likes bacon! 🙂
Cagedmonkey: First, let me say thank you for the comment. It’s a great question, but I’d like to thank you for being so respectful. Although you may not understand or agree with the things we do, I appreciate your mature attitude towards addressing it. 🙂
I’ll start by saying that there is a big difference between “pain” and “hurt.” When ML pinches my nipples just a teeny bit too hard, that’s pain. When she leans the wrong way and kneels on my ankle or whatever, that hurts. I don’t get any sexual thrill from being hurt. Pain, yes, I find exciting. But there have been instances in the past where ML has accidentally hurt me, and we’ve stopped immediately and addressed the situation (and most likely laughed it off afterwards).
The pain itself isn’t a turn on. What turns me on is the control that is involved. ML can make me feel whatever she wants me to feel; whether that be pleasure, pain, or anywhere in the middle. I love that she can cause these sensations, and I love that I cannot fight them.
With all of that said, the asphyxiation/choking/breath play isn’t as painful as you may think it is. Again, it’s about control: My Lady controls my air supply, and along with that my ability to stay conscious. It’s actually somewhat peaceful, slipping away slowly like that. The worst thing I’d say I experience is fear as I get closer to blacking out, but I trust ML absolutely and completely.
I hope this helps shed some light on why we find this type of play erotic and exciting. It’s definitely not for everyone, but no kink really is. What works for us may not work for you. But what’s important is that it works for us. 🙂
As ML was riding my cock the other day, I couldn’t help but think: GOD, I WANNA CUM SO BAD.
No, that wasn’t it. Well, it was, but that wasn’t all of it. There’s a point to this post, other than the fact that I’m desperate for an orgasm.
ML was riding me in this special way, where we both say she does it “like a guy.” My legs end up spread and her legs are together between mine, and she grinds herself down on my cock. It’s one of her favorite ways to ride me, and she’s done it that way ever since the first time we were together.
As she rubbed her pussy up and down my throbbing cock, I started to think back on our relationship.
ML and I were always horny as fuck for each other from the very start. There was this one time where I spent literally all day eating her pussy in order to see how many orgasms I could give her in a day (the answer, by the way, was 37). That was part of an entire weekend we spent in a room together, pretty much fucking in some sense for every moment possible, making the whole room smell like sex in the process.
We were no strangers to kink. We dabbled in some bondage as well as some tease and denial. And through it all, ML was always the dominant one. It was natural, it was fun, and it was good. We had damn good fucking sex.
Now, our sex life has evolved into where we are today. Chastity wasn’t just a natural extension of our kinkiness, it was almost inevitable. ML was always the aggressive one, she was the one in control. I was always submissive, the one willing to serve. Chastity just makes our roles that much more defined. Orgasm denial makes our experience that much more intense.
It’s been a very tough (and incredible horny) week for both My Lady and me. We have seen in the past just how bad the both of us can get when we are in this situation. It’s just as bad this time around, with one important difference – ML is much stronger in her convictions than she has been before. Translation: no matter how hard I try to convince her, and no matter how badly she wants my big thick cock deep inside her horny pussy… she won’t unlock me.
Now, denying me until I’ve completely lost my mind with sexual desire is exactly what this is all about. Denying My Lady of the sexual gratification she wants and deserves is just an unwelcome byproduct of having my cock locked in steel. Sometimes, ML’s pussy needs a good thorough fucking.
That’s what we have Adam and the Rodeoh for. 🙂
Last night before we went to sleep, I donned the Rodeoh with Adam in the harness, and gave My Lady the fucking that she has been craving. As wet as she gets, it was a slight challenge to get the thick fake cock into her pussy; she was tight as hell! I could feel her pussy walls grabbing at the shaft, tugging against the Rodeoh undies as I tried to thrust in and out. My Lady was fully enjoying her first fuck in almost two weeks; she was moaning, grinding her hips against mine, and running her hands up and down my back.
After ML had a quick first orgasm (she calls those her “cute cums”), she rolled over and got up on all fours. “Fuck me from behind, baby,” she moaned. How could I resist that? ML really enjoys doggy style sex lately, with the only problem being that I can’t last very long after being denied orgasm for over two months… her fucking sexy ass is just WAAAAAY too much for me to handle. But that wasn’t a problem with Adam in the mix.
I grabbed hold of ML’s hips as slid deep into ML’s pussy from behind. She grunted and moaned as I pushed in as far as I could, bottoming out and filling her tight pussy up completely. I felt her body begin to shake as she reached her orgasm. She collapsed against the mattress as she started to cum, and I continued to pound her pussy right through her orgasm. She was moaning loudly into the pillow as I pulled her hips back up and kept ramming the fake cock into her pussy.
As her orgasm was finishing, I looked down and was struck by what I saw: her tight pussy lips wrapped around the fake cock, her asshole quivering as the last waves of orgasm flowed through her body. Oh my fucking God, it was so sexy. And just like that, a feeling came over me. I knew what I had to do.
I pulled out of her pussy and quickly stepped out of the Rodeoh harness. Taking Adam in my hand, I slid it back inside ML’s pussy. Just when ML got settled, thinking this was my main objective, I leaned down and spread her ass cheeks apart with my free hand.
She screamed into the pillow when I shoved my tongue into her asshole.
My Lady continued to scream a montage of “FUCK YES”s and “OH GODDDDD”s as I continued to fuck both of her holes, neither of them with what I truly wanted to use. The whole time, my jealous cock was throbbing and twitching in its cage, Almost crying out in frustration and anguish. But its cries went unheeded, as my focus was on pleasing My Lady.
And pleased she was. After a couple of strong, forceful cums, her body fell limp into the mattress. I could tell she was completely satisfied; she could barely lift her head from their pillow, but I could easily see the huge smile on her face. Doing my good boy duties, I helped tuck her still-trembling body in under the warm blankets, cuddling up to her naked body as we both drifted off to sleep.
Another day of total sexual fulfillment for My Lady, another day of denial for me and constant chastity for me. Does it get any better than this?
Over the past few days, I’ve really been feeling the “enforced” part of our enforced chastity lifestyle. The last couple of days have been really rough. I’m definitely in that “I want out so badly” zone right now. I guess ten straight days of 24/7 locked in chastity will do that sort of thing.
It’s pretty much as bad as I can remember it right now. I know that I’m only about halfway to my prior longest 24/7 period, but I dunno… something about this time is just making it so difficult to deal with! My Lady has been extra physical and lovey with me lately: we’ve been cuddling naked in bed on the nights I’m home, and I’m giving her orgasms almost constantly throughout the day. I smell her pussy on my hands, I taste her on my lips. I cannot get her sex off my mind. She is also demanding more submissive behaviors from me, which I am gladly fulfilling.
I think the hardest part is how she had been telling me that she wants to unlock me so bad, to feel my cock deep in her pussy, to fill her up with my cum… join the club, ma’am! 😉 I can feel the want and desire that she has for me; it’s real, it’s not a put on. She really wants my cock. However, my subtle reminders that she can have it whenever she wants have not been successful. The cage is still locked on; her resolve is much stronger than mine would be.
But that is why she controls me: she knows that if she makes me wait just a little longer, the increase in intensity will be worth it. She knows that when she unlocks me, when my cock gets full and hard for the first time in weeks, when I feel her warm wet pussy squeeze my shaft… the longer she makes us wait, the more incredible it will be.
I wouldn’t have waited this long; I know that because my begging and pleading has been genuine for days now. I need to be released, badly… but I will only my released it when my keyholder needs it, too.
The word comes with such a negative connotation attached – objectification. You know what they say: Sexual attraction is superficial, it’s what’s on the inside that counts. Love is emotional, it doesn’t require physical chemistry.
With all due respect to whoever agrees with this… are you fucking crazy?
Before we even began living our current chastity lifestyle, My Lady and I made a decision to take steps to improve our marriage. One of those steps included acknowledging that it’s okay for us to be hot and horny for each other. We both agreed that physical intimacy is pretty much a requirement in a healthy marriage, not just a fringe benefit. As part of this acknowledgement, we realized that it’s okay for each of us to see the other as what most people wold consider calling “sex objects.” I’ll explain.
I love my wife with all my heart. She is a wonderful, beautiful person who just gets me on an unspoken emotional and spiritual level. Having her in my life has allowed me to grow in ways I never thought I could. She is the best mother I could ever hope my children would have, and she does the most amazing things for my family.
With all of that said… she has a great set of tits and a sexy fucking ass that makes me drool. 🙂
But here’s my point – the fact that I check out her ass every time she leaves the room, or fantasize about fucking her huge titties whenever I see her cleavage, doesn’t take away from the fact that I love her soul. It only enhances it. It’s not like I have a certain amount of “love points” that I have to distribute between caring for my wife as a person and wanting to pound her pussy until she can’t walk straight. It’s another dimension of my love for her.
The reason I bring this up is that I had to remind ML about this the other day. We’ve been going through an awesome emotional connection time lately, where everything just feels perfect. We can feel the energy between us even when we are just sitting in the same room together. But I noticed that over the last few days, ML seemed to be over-accentuating our emotional connection. I asked her why that was.
She responded by telling me that she was having strong fantasies about tying me up and teasing me, feeling my cock struggle in the cage, and control me sexually in every way. Um…. so what’s the problem? (Hehe). She was trying to balance out those feelings of objectifying me with emotional rationalization. She explained it best with this text message, after I asked her why she wasn’t telling me about these thoughts:
Sometimes I feel like that’s all I’m telling you.. it’s true but I don’t want you to feel like I’m objectifying you constantly.
That’s so sweet of her. 🙂
The thing is, though, that I enjoy being objectified by her. Not all the time of course… I do need emotional support from my wife, as well. But it makes me feel good to know that sometimes she just can’t help but get turned on when thinking off me in a sexual way. In short, I like knowing that I make her pussy wet. [pic, for those of you who are into that sort of thing] 😉
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My Lady has had some emotional troubles lately, as women have been known to do during that time of the month (AMMIRITE GUYS?!? *crickets*….. what?). She’s worried about doing the wrong thing and driving me away from her. Considering the staggering amount of loss she has had to deal with over the past six months, you can’t blame her for expecting it to continue. And it’s very important that I tell her this one thing:
Quit worrying about stupid shit. 🙂
Ok, calm down everyone, that’s a joke. I’m not that big of an ass. My point is that she doesn’t have to worry about doing something to push me away, because everything she does lately only brings us closer together.
Putting all the sexual stuff side (briefly; this isn’t going to be a 100% gooey emotional post, I promise), she is a wonderful wife and mother. She takes care of our family like nobody else could. She helps me feel better after a really bad day at work. She handles the kids so much better than I do. She really is the glue that holds us all together. I couldn’t ask for anything more from her.
Speaking of asking for things from her (now it’s time for the sexual stuff)… I know that, from time to time, she worries about whether or not she’s doing the right thing with our chastity/OD lifestyle. She’s afraid of me resenting her for withholding my orgasms from me. But when she locks my cock in a cage, teases me until I’m on the edge of tears, and doesn’t let me cum for weeks on end, it just gets me more hooked on her. I don’t get upset about it; I feel I should be thanking her instead!
You know, it’s funny how our brains are on the same wavelength so often. Just the other day, I was talking to someone about how happy I am with my life. I didn’t get into details because this person hasn’t been read in on the “secret lives” we live, but the feeling also applies to my sex life – it’s the best it has ever been, EVER.
Over a year ago, I asked ML for this life – for her to control my entire sexuality. I wanted this. And, to be honest, it’s been more amazing than I could ever fantasize about, because I’m living it with the woman I love. I love what she does, and I love that she gets off on it, too! Anything and everything she does makes me want her even more.
Ok, so this pretty much was a gooey emotional post, but I couldn’t help it. 🙂
(Click here to read Part I of An Eventful Night)
My Lady had put me in an extremely submissive position. I felt broken down and defeated, completely at ML’s mercy that she was not willing to give. What she was willing to give me was tender aftercare, holding me as I lost control of my emotions. ML’s aftercare drove me further into my submission, which fed my growing urge to please my dominant lover.
Most often, when I hit this depth of submission, I find the urge to please My Lady’s pussy unbearable. This time was no different. I shoved my face into her pussy and found her soaking wet. She was flooded with pussy juices, obviously turned on by her extreme dominance over me. I didn’t even take the time to move between her legs; I was facing ML’s feet, angled off to her right slightly, licking her from clit to asshole and loving every minute of it.
As I was smearing her juices all over my face, I felt ML’s hands running over my ass cheeks. I moaned as her fingertips traced over my skin. Little did I know that she wasn’t just rubbing my ass, she was warming me up for something more.
I was surprised by the feeling of cold rubber pressing against my asshole. I moaned into ML’s pussy once more as the tip of the vibrating anal plug slipped into my ass. ML slid the plug in further until I felt it bumping up against my prostate. When she turned the vibration on, I nearly squealed in response.
I could feel the pressure building inside as the plug massaged my swollen prostate, backed up with more than a month’s worth of unreleased cum. It was hard to keep my concentration as my cock twitched inside its cage. My Lady refocused me by grabbing the back of my head and shoving my face back into her horny pussy.
I continued to please My Lady’s pussy, even as the sensations inside my ass became more intense. My moans got louder as I felt the pressure building and building. Then I felt ML’s fingers push upward underneath my balls. I groaned as I felt the pressure push past the breaking point…
The fluid gushed from my cock, in what felt like almost a constant stream. Luckily, ML had placed a towel underneath my dangling cock cage, so as not to soak the mattress… although she milked me so thoroughly, towel was totally soaked through! It was only the second time I had experienced this, and the first time with My Lady. It was amazing how much fluid ML was able to milk from me! The mattress was only slightly damp underneath the towel, so it wasn’t too uncomfortable when ML made me sleep in it. 🙂
After the intensity of my emotional craziness earlier, the milking gave us both something to laugh and smile about before we went to sleep. Apparently, ML is not the only squirter in the household!