Coffee Talk

As I was enjoying my coffee this morning I was reflecting on the events of last weekend.

You may have already read about the fun times we all had this last weekend. If you haven’t please check out Michele’s post from yesterday. I’m not going to recap the whole post but I do want to share just a little about one part of it.

As you may have guessed it’s about being the “fluffer”. As I was reading Michele’s post this is one thing that particularly jumped out at me. There is an incredible feeling when Michele tells me to get Jon ready for her. I was laying there slowly running my fingers along Michele’s pussy and gently inserting them to get her ready when she tells me to get that cock hard so she can feel it inside her. I reached over and started stroking it, getting it hard. Michele had a hand on it too but mostly allowed me to rub my fingers along and around the tip driving Jon crazy.

What a unique and incredible feeling knowing that I am getting the two of them ready to have the sex that I want to be having. I want to be feeling the gentle stroking on my cock. I want to be big and hard, ready to feel Michele’s incredible pussy sliding down on my cock. I want to be the one to feel Michele cum and to fill her pussy with my cum. I know I am not going to get that but somehow the feeling is just as good. Maybe even better knowing that 100% of my effort is going towards giving Michele what she wants, what she needs. And yet I don’t feel second, or left out. I actually feel like I am a very important part of what is happening. I am right in the middle of it. Literally.

I could not be happier.

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John

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While I was sitting here enjoying my warm, vanilla caramel flavored coffee this morning I started thinking…

A filled coffee cup sitting at the top of two uncovered legs and feet.
I’ll need another cup soon

We are going to a local munch here this coming Saturday. I’m looking forward to actually meeting some people in the lifestyle, in the community. I think it’ll be fun.

That’s one thing I miss about being in Indiana is the community and friends we had. We regularly attended munch there and get togethers and met up with kinky friends for D&D nights and even private play parties. It was fun. Not that I am looking for that level of interaction right now, that was like 10 years ago, but it was nice having friends.

Next month, in a couple weeks actually, we will also be going to another social event at Collette Austin. I’m hoping that will be quite a fun experience and I look forward to perusing the vendors and watching demos. I don’t think, with it being our first time, that we will be participating. Who knows, maybe in the future!

One question before I go, and I expect an answer in my comments, how do you like your coffee? ☕ Black? Sugar? Cream? Flavored? Hot? 🔥 Iced? ❄️

Until the next time my brain is thinking random ass thoughts…

Michele

Michele's Signature image of her cleavage and key

As I was enjoying my coffee this morning I was reflecting on an early experience…

I am reflecting on something that happened the first time Michele and I got together. I am reasonably experienced in the BDSM Lifestyle. I certainly haven’t tried everything but I am aware of most of the BDSM lifestyle through the eyes of others.

This particular memory is from the first time Michele and I were together in person. Before we made the trip we spent a lot of time talking about all the things that we each liked, and didn’t like. One thing that we both knew we wanted to experience together was some pain play. I believe it was on the last day, before we actually had time to play with the whips and the paddles. One thing that is beautiful about our relationship is that we don’t do anything just because we talked about it. If the timing isn’t right we wait until it is.

We finally had the time and the situation was right to get out the canes. We had discussed a few things before hand, mainly that we wouldn’t leave marks where they were visible when I was dressed. We had discussed that there were no places on my body that were off limits as long as we were being safe. Michele did an amazing job with the canes. She put beautiful marks on my ass, my back, the back of my thighs. And then came the surprise, she caned the bottom of my feet.

Bottom of feet caned

I had never had the bottom of my feet caned. I hadn’t ever heard of that much less thought about it. And Oh, My, God did it hurt. Really fucking hurt. The “Oh shit, is she ever going to stop” hurt. I’m sure it wasn’t all that long and probably not all that hard but boy was it ever intense. The funny thing is that now I crave that. I may have even asked for it. I don’t think I would want that all the time but sometimes it just feels so good to be so vulnerable. So close to the edge. The anticipation and anxious feelings before hand are such a rush. And then the pain. I am a bit of a pain slut, so yeah, I get off on it. Not always in the moment (did I mention it really fucking hurts?) but thinking about having that done, like I am now, gets me aroused. Thinking about when it has happened brings all that wonderful vulnerability right back to me. I am so grateful and blessed to have Michele in my life to experience all these wonderful things.

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John

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This morning I was sitting here enjoying my coffee and I got to thinking about this whole “pussy free” thing that we are really starting to ramp up here with hubby.

Coffee runs through my veins

Over the last couple days hubby has been out on the interwebs and sent me a couple links to check out. The links talk about a lot of things and it’s hard to just jump right in head first and implement ALL of these ideas you can get. While I did like a couple things that maybe we will add in at some point. Just the fact that I got some new ideas from reading it, was nice.

It did get me really thinking about my situation and even more-so after Jon and I talked a bit about this whole thing yesterday morning. After listening to him talk about the no-pussy thing and even the no touch aspect – which forces him to be a watcher, more or less – I realized that he really does want the role of a cuckold. He wants the “forced to sit and watch someone touch, lick, suck and fuck his wife and enjoy all the things he wants and desires and cant have or even touch” until he’s sick to his stomach and then he wants more..

On the other hand I have John who is content in his cage and quite the submissive, cuckold, cumslut. He isnt really the take me and fuck me hard in front of my husband kind of guy. That’s just not the relationship we have either. That’s not the kind of sex we have when I do take him out of the cage. I like it that way too, obviously.

At one point it was bought up as an aside like, “maybe you need to find another cock that can fuck you and then leave you messy with a big load of cum.” This would help satisfy both of their desires. I’d imagine it would put them both in a subspace I don’t think either have ever thought they would be in.

Like I said… I was sitting here thinking… What I have is a 2 for 1 Cuckold situation and a need for a proper Bull, it seems. Is this something they really want?


I’m left to ponder…

M

Written by Michele

As I was enjoying my coffee this morning, I was chatting with Michele like we do every morning…

OwnedsubJohn having morning coffee

I was up earlier than she was (I live in an earlier time zone) so I started my day with some grooming. I cut my hair and trimmed my beard and then I moved a little lower. Michele likes me to keep my pubic area neat and my balls shaved. As you can imagine it is a bit difficult and takes longer since I am always locked in my steelheart. I am not let out for grooming so I have figured out a pretty good method for keeping myself neat.

While I was doing this Michele got up and started her day so she asked what I was up to. After I let her know what I had been doing she asked for a pic, so I obliged. What I didn’t expect was her response

“Well that IS all cleaned up for sure…. Damn, I might suck your dick if it looks like that lol 😁”

Well that IS all cleaned up for sure…. Damn, I might suck your dick if it looks like that lol
OwnedsubJohn cleaned up and well groomed wearing Steelheart chastity cage


So needless to say, I am going to try to make sure it looks like this when I see her this weekend. I don’t expect that she will suck my dick although I probably will not resist if she wants to. Being as submissive as I am I still have to learn to accept this is something that she truly likes to do on occasion. And boy is she good at it, what a wonderful treat when she does. What really feels good is that an old man like me can still be attractive to a young lady like Michele.

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John

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Good morning!

I was sitting here enjoying this nice warm cup of coffee… Not freezing after this winter storm, and thinking to myself…

Am I weird for liking the things I like? Do you ever ask yourself that? From time to time I’ll just go through something where I wonder why I like some of the things I do. Is it simply the psychological stuff from childhood working itself out? A lot of times, yes. Is it something I tried one time and, damn it felt good? Yup, could be that too! Is it none of those and something else entirely? Could be.

Anyway, the important thing is that I know I’m not weird for liking what I do… I am not alone. I know that it’s ok for me to be who I am and to embrace what makes me feel good. As long as I’m enjoying those things in a safe, consensual way I can do what gives me the most pleasure and fulfills me. If you find someone who wants to fulfill them with you or happens to be fulfilled by it too… That’s such an incredible feeling.

I hope that you know you aren’t weird for getting off on what you do!

Enjoy and be safe!

-Michele 💙

As I sat with my coffee this morning, I started reflecting on my day…

I woke up this morning thinking about a fantasy I have had for a long time. I want to be punished. My head was in that state of consciousness somewhere between sleep and being awake. That time where I am consciously thinking about something but it still feels almost dreamy. My cage was pulling on my balls from a very strong attempt at an erection when I woke up so I think I had been dreaming about it first.

So what makes this fantasy frustrating? It is a fantasy that cannot be fulfilled. Or at least I haven’t figured out a way to fulfill it. I have this deep longing for a harsh punishment, and this particular longing is for a harsh physical punishment. Just what that looks like has evolved over the last 50 years but it always involves impact implements of some sort. Pushing me to my limit, and then just a little bit more. In my current stage it would involve the use of canes, on just about any part of my body. I look forward to writing about what that is like in the future but for now the importance is that it is a real punishment. I need to not want it, to be pushed a little. I need to want it to stop but for the one administering it to need more. And just as important if not more is that I need the person (Michele of course) giving it to be really punishing me.

And this is where the frustration comes in to play. I don’t want to ever do anything that would put Michele in a position where she wants to punish me. I like being obedient. I like being a good boy. We have very clear expectations so I know (generally) how to stay where I am supposed to be. When I do veer a little our dynamic allows us, almost forces us, to get back on track before anything becomes a “punishable” issue.

So how do I get this “need” fulfilled? And at some deep phycological level it is a need. That is the question I am pondering.

I don’t expect an easy answer but if anyone has one please share, leave a comment or send us an email

John

I was sitting here this morning, enjoying my coffee, and thinking to myself…

Looks like some delicious coffee

I’ve never really felt like a “Mistress” or “Goddess” or some of the names other dominant women like their submissive men to call them. With my husband and John, and all the men I have been a keyholder for, it’s always been a struggle to figure out what was right for them to call me. At some point early on we settled on “Lady” because, I was a lady to be respected and followed. While I do demand and command respect, I have always felt weird about the way it’s been written here when we talk/write in posts. Which is why I redid my name to Madam because I’m older now and it makes sense. I still expect that respect, of course, but this morning while sitting here I was just thinking that, in posts and on the blog, I want it to sound better lol. I’m just too old for hiding behind aliases aren’t I at this point? Lol So, you might just just see me referred to as Michele from now on when the guys write. Unless it’s a specific quoted thing. There might a bit more of that around here in general, as we make some other adjustments.

We really are trying to make it feel a lot more comfortable and like you can come here and talk to us as friends. We are not intimidating and never want you to feel that way.

OK, go enjoy your coffee! I need another cup!

Do you like yours with cream?

I was sitting here this morning, drinking my coffee and letting my mind wander into places it probably shouldn’t before 8am. Ok maybe my mind should be anywhere it wants before 8am, but still! Nothing specific, just those familiar thoughts that make you smirk, raise an eyebrow, and think, well… that’s interesting.


I really wanted to share it with you. The problem was that it really wasn’t enough to become a full blog post. It didn’t need structure, depth, or a long build-up. It just felt like it to be acknowledged and shared.

Sometimes a thought shows up fully formed, demanding space and attention. Other times it drifts through quietly,  lingers just long enough to be interesting, and then moves on. Those are the thoughts that tend to get lost. They are not big enough for a full post, not polished enough to build around, but still very much worth sharing. So I thought… Why not share the damn things with you so you can enjoy those thoughts with us.


That is where the idea of the  Coffee Talk series comes in.


This series is a place for the things we are thinking in real time. Observations, curiosities or moments that spark something in us and make us wonder if they will spark something in you too. They might be sensual, sexual, reflective, playful, honest or down right naughty. They might raise questions instead of answering them. They might simply exist because they felt important in the moment.


All three of us may be sharing these posts. You could be hearing diifferent voices, different perspectives and different moods. The common thread is that they are small pieces of our inner conversations, offered without overworking them or forcing them into something bigger than they need to be.


Think of Coffee Talk as an open door into our heads, just for a moment.

We hope you’ll grab your cup and join us and tell us your thoughts too. ☕