D/s

We had our Mistress/slave couple friends over for the weekend and enjoyed a very nice time together. It’s always fun seeing them, no matter what goes on, whether we are out doing family things or having a night of drinking and kinky sex.

The weekend was overall nice and relaxing and not too entirely hardcore – for those that were hoping they’d come here and hear all kinds of stories about the hardcore, bondage, D/s, crazy sex happenings – sorry. It was pretty laid back for the most part but there certainly was some drinking going on and some fun kinky sex times!
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I had decided that cagedmonkey was going to stay locked most of the weekend. He spent most of the weekend rooty as hell in his cage. Boy, did he ever beg and beg to get out. He desperately wanted to be touched and teased and tortured. The only answer he got all weekend was, “No, baby.” He spent the nights on the weekend being forced to watch everyone else cumming, forced to feel the jealousy of wanting his own orgasm. At one point I used the wand on his cage while we sat there next to our friends on the bed. They were on his side of the bed that night. I forced him to watch her get fucked and get pleased by her slave orally. Each time he tried to close his eyes and moan I told him to keep looking. To keep watching him slide his free cock into her warm wet pussy. To watch and listen to his tongue and all the wetness you could hear as her slaves pushed her closer and closer to orgasm. Our Mistress friend had fun verbally driving him mad as well as her own slave, reminding him of his situation. How his big thick manly cock was all locked up in a cage and controlled by me. I made him watch and listen, while his cock was vibrating and straining against the steel, as she got to orgasm and leaked her juices all over the bed.

And then I made him sleep, aching and painfully horny, in another woman’s wet spot.

We did get a few moments alone while our friends took the kids out, one night, and I decided to make cagedmonkey’s frustration run just a little deeper. I was so wet and horny I climbed up on his lap, pinned his hands above his head and straddled his caged cock. I rubbed my pussy all over him and came nice and good on his cock, covering his cage in my gooey juices.
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You can see all the thick gooey girl cum in the bars of his cage. There was so much, it was a beautiful thing!
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While I would love to get much more descriptive about some of the other happenings of the weekend, it proves a little difficult when having to leave out names and trying to keep anonymity safe. We will have to leave those details for other, more private, areas of the blogosphere! You know how to contact us! πŸ™‚

(Apologies for the delay in posting part 2; we had some RL drama to deal with over the past week or so, in addition to me working the weekend and some cancelled school days to boot… Read part 1 here!)

Thankfully, ML was much kinder with me during the rest of the day, allowing me restroom breaks when I needed them (as long as I was willing to ask nicely). Most of the interesting fun times naturally happened after the kids went to bed. My Lady and I spent a little bit of time watching TV, waiting to make sure that the kids went to sleep. πŸ™‚ Once we were certain that the kids well asleep, we went into our bedroom.

My Lady began by having me inspect and tighten the under-the-bed restraints to make sure they were where she needed them. After doing so, I laid down on the bed and ML began to cuff me down. My hands were cuffed above my head, and my feet were spread out pretty wide; it wasn’t uncomfortable, but another few inches and it would have been. The straps of the restraints were so tight that I could barely move my legs.

My Lady started my teasing my cock with her hands and her mouth, her expert touch making me moan within seconds. She only did this for a minute or two; she wasn’t aiming to tease me, she just wanted me hard. She wanted my cock inside her, and she was going to get exactly what she wanted.

ML climbed on top of me and took my cock into her wet pussy, sliding herself slowly down the entire length of my shaft. She rode my cock slowly, careful not to get me too excited too quickly. She wanted me to last. She teased me with her titties, holding them inches above my face. If I tried to reach up and lick them, she’d pull them away. She made it even worse by bringing her nipple up to her mouth and sucking on her own tit. I was whimpering and moaning in frustration, and it turned My Lady on even more.

After a few minutes of riding me, ML got off and reached down the side of the bed. This always means one thing – she wants her wand. She wants to cum good and hard. Bringing the wand over, she straddled my hips again, only this time facing my feet. My cock slid into her soaked pussy again, and a moment later I felt the vibrations of the wand on my balls. I moaned and wiggled as much as I could, which wasn’t much because of the cuffs holding me in place and ML’s weight holding me down.

My Lady moved the wand upwards, vibrating the base of my cock on the way up to her clit. She moaned loud and pushed her hips harder down onto me. She began to grind her pussy on my cock, speeding headlong towards a massive orgasm.

Meanwhile, I was getting more and more frustrated every second. ML’s pussy on my cock felt amazing, but it only made me want to cum inside her, of course. I was watching ML’s sexy ass cheeks twitch and flex as waves of pleasure were pushing her closer to cumming.

ML’s moans started to get louder, and I knew she was getting close to cumming. There was one problem: so was I. Would ML have the presence of mind to stop before I came inside her? Could she even stop herself at this point? I was so close, until finally I gave up hope and resigned myself to having to start my year of denial over again…

Just before I couldn’t hold back any longer, ML shifted the tiniest bit and my cock popped out of her pussy. My cock throbbed untouched as ML came hard and loud with the wand. Not only was her timing perfect to avoid me cumming, but pulling me out just as her orgasm hit made her squirt all over my cock and balls. My cock continued to twitch as it was covered in ML’s warm squirt juices, and I felt it run down my balls and drip down my ass on the way to the mattress.

ML continued to drown my cock for the next half minute, at least. When she finally calmed down, she spun around so her dripping wet pussy was directly above my face. “There’s a mess to clean up,” she said, and she lowered her pussy down onto my face before I could catch my breath.

Thanks to the squirting, My Lady’s pussy was a wet gooey mess. I happily licked it all up, loving every delicious moment of ML riding my face. When she got up, I could feel my face was completely covered with her pussy juice. ML allowed me to towel off my face, but I could still smell her squirt all over me. I felt completely used, and I totally loved it.

The rest of the weekend was, I’m afraid to say, not all that interesting. With the kids home all day and some errands we needed to run, there wasn’t a lot of time for sexy fun. I do love being controlled by ML, though, and these occasional “total submission” days are very fun and intense. Living that lifestyle 24/7 just isn’t viable for us, both by circumstance and by choice.

This past weekend was quite an intense experience. ML and I both agreed that we were craving some D/s play time, so we decided to turn my three day weekend into a “full submission” weekend. I will admit that the concept of multi-day play was more difficult than I expected – the degree of my submission seemed to wane slightly as the weekend went on, however I do feel that having the kids around the house contributed to this also.

Friday started off pretty much as you’d expect from reading ML’s rules – I spent a few minutes pleasing My Lady’s pussy with my tongue before it was time to get up and get the kids ready for school. My cock was aching in its cage as she softly moaned, obviously in no immediate hurry. She didn’t even demand and orgasm from me… sometimes that’s even more frustrating for me: the fact that she can cum anytime she wants, but sometimes chooses not to (meanwhile, I’m desperate to cum, but have no choice but not to).

When it was time for me to wake up – or, should I say, when My Lady allowed me to get out of bed – I was immediately started on my water-drinking program. ML instructed me to drink two large cups of water with breakfast (quickly reaching half of my minimum quota in only one meal), and to follow that with a cup of coffee. I could already see that she had plans to test the limits of my bladder, and that those limits would be tested very quickly.

I finished my drinks as ML did homeschool work with our daughter. As I sat watching TV, I received a text message from none other than ML:

Go in the bathroom right now and unlock yourself, stroke that big thick cock of mine to three edges. Then come out and drink another cup of water.

I was happy to be unlocked, but I was also extremely frustrated after the three edges. The worst thing, though, was standing in the bathroom and feeling the urge to pee starting to build, yet not being able to relieve myself. By the time I finished my third cup of water, I could feel the need to go getting even stronger.

I snuck at text message to ML, asking if her “subby hubby” could use the rest room, and got the following response:

You can go when I get back.

Before I was able to ask, ML called to me from the other room and said that she was going out to run some errands with our daughter. “How long will you be gone?” I asked.

“I’m not sure,” she replied with a wicked smile. I squirmed on the couch just a bit, and she chuckled. She leaned down to give me a kiss, and whispered in my ear, “I want you to edge that cock every fifteen minutes while I’m gone.” Then she reached down and gave my hardening cock a squeeze before she was off and out the door.

It didn’t take me long to go from handing it ok to being somewhat uncomfortable with the need to go pee. The combination of a full bladder and the repeated edging were taking its toll on my ability to manage my “needs.” About 45 minutes after ML left, I got another text from her:

I hope you are still drinking your water. I’d hate to come home and find out you weren’t following my instructions. πŸ™‚

Her command was clear. Her intentions, not so much. Did she want me to have to piss in my pants? To have to sit in it and wait for her to come home so I could clean myself and properly relieve myself? I wasn’t sure I wanted to know the answer, so instead I asked how long it would be until she got back.

I got no response.

So I sat there – slowly progressing towards agony as my bladder screamed for relief, continuing to make the problem worse by drinking more water, and increasing the building pressure with repeated edges… and it was all because it was exactly what My Lady wanted from me. I waited another hour, checking the driveway, waiting for her to come home. I could think of nothing else but when would she get home. I’m sure this is precisely what she wanted me to be thinking.

Just as I was about to give up on holding it in, ML ‘s car pulled into the driveway. I was so happy to see her so I could use the bathroom. Of course, she took her sweet time exiting the car and walking up to the house, pushing me just a little farther. When she came in the house, I begged her to use the restroom. Mercifully, she allowed me to. It was such a relief to be able to pee after needing to go so badly for so long.

A knock on the door broke me out of my “ahhhhhhhh” moment. My Lady called to me through the door. “Three more edges before you come out, darling,” she said, “and plug your ass, as well… if you are a good boy, I might let you take it out before bed.”

Click here for part 2! πŸ™‚

This weekend cagedmonkey and I have discussed and agreed that it will be a full submission weekend. We’ve had full submission days and weekend before but not to the level I am planning to take this one. I have written a list of rules that he will follow. If he forgets or does not follow one of the rules, he will be earning demerits, so to speak. For each rule that goes unfollowed, at any time, I will mark it down. For every mark he has on Sunday evening he will receive 1 swat with my paddle. Mmmm cannot wait to spank that sexy little ass, even if he has no demerits! πŸ™‚

Starting today, cagedmonkey will do anything I ask him to without question. It may be as simple as getting me a drink to following me in the other room, eating my pussy and giving me and orgasm. I have complied a list of rules that I want followed. Some of these things we already do but not to the extent we are doing them this weekend. It’s not that easy to have these kinds of rules in place everyday with young children in the house. This weekend it is required he find a way to follow each and every rule.

Here is my rule list:
1. No matter what I ask or tell him he must answer with “Yes, ma’am” without question or comment.

2. Every morning, he is to wake me, kiss my lips tell me “Good Morning, Ma’am” and then eat my pussy before we get out of bed.

3. He is required to drink 64oz of water each day – plus anything else I tell him to drink or that he asks to, when I tell him to.

4. He is to only use the bathroom when I allow him to. He may ask to use it but he must ask in a way that is pleasing to me. (Ex. May your loving subby hubby use the bathroom now?)

5. He is to kiss me and then ask anytime he needs or wants to leave a room. (Ex. May I go to the kitchen and….)

6. He is to eat what and when I tell him to eat and if he wants something other than that he must ask appropriately.

7. He will be required to wear the small or large nJoy butt plug any time I tell him to, for however long I tell him to.

8. He will be caged, uncaged, stroked, etc at my discretion and will stop what he is doing immediately and go do what ever I tell him when I tell him.

I’m sure there are a few little things here or there that we already do that I haven’t added to this list. I wrote this list here so we both know what to expect from each other and we know exactly what rules I will be enforcing and keep track of for punishment.

Plus it’s a bonus that I get to share these with all of you. I hope that you guys get a chance sometime to have your own full submission weekend… Or even a day. It’s so lovely to feel so powerful. Like CM mentioned in his last post, it’s not a way we could live constantly everyday because I would feel like I was waaaaaaay too micromanaging but I do love these periodic times we get to explore and enjoy this!

Thank you to everyone commenting, emailing and following along! 2016 sure is going to be an exciting time for all of us! πŸ™‚

Brace yourselves. Today is Friday, and I’m not at work.

I know… crazy, right?

I actually have a three day weekend, which is pretty amazing. Part of my plans include being lazy, playing lots of video games (there’s a Super Mario Maker level bouncing around in my head, and I’ve only just begun exploring the Fallout 4 wasteland), but a good portion of my weekend will be spent submitting to My Lady.

ML and I haven’t had a “deep submission” day in a little while, and today we are jumping in with a full weekend’s worth of it. I’m actually very excited about it; it’s a very intense experience to submit completely to ML, and I’m sure it will become more and more intense over multiple days. This will actually be our first “multi-day” play session – the last time we wanted to do something like this, it was unexpectedly interrupted. God willing, we won’t have to deal with anything like that this time around.

ML and I are going to really up the ante on how much control she has over me this weekend – I will be following her instructions on when and what to eat and drink, be subjected to bathroom limits at her discretion, endure any teasing, and perform and sexual servitude that she requires.

This could end up being very intense. Both ML and I agree that this type of living would never work for us permanently, but as a limited-time play session it could be very fun to explore the potential of this arrangement.

Looking ahead to the looming start of my next period of orgasm denial – longer than I have ever been denied, longer than I ever thought I would be – has got me thinking about a few things. I’ve been thinking about the difference between what I want vs. what I need, as well as what it means to truly submit to My Lady.

Many of our readers out there (and ML, as well!) would agree that it is not easy being ML’s sub: it is not easy to be locked in chastity, it is not easy to be teased so intensely, and it is not easy to be held in strict orgasm denial throughout it all. She is a special and unique keyholder, and it takes a special and unique level of commitment and determination to endure her treatment. I’ve been questioning my level of commitment to submitting to ML lately, mainly because of certain aspects of our initial chastity agreement.

Way back when we started living this chastity lifestyle (over… 2 years ago? Holy shit, it was over two years ago!), we crafted a chastity agreement that allowed us both to have input on how our FLR would take shape. The spirit of that agreement guides every aspect of our D/s dynamic, even if we don’t follow each and every clause to the letter (for example, it’s been a long time since we’ve written in our communication book, only because we’ve grown to be so comfortable communicating with each other directly). One of the clauses that ML has been very gracious to uphold has been the use of the “Maybe Day.”

To explain the Maybe Day clause quick and simple: ML gives me a date when she plans to let me cum next, and will let me know if she decides to push me significantly past that date. She can choose whatever date she wishes, and can choose to extend it for any reason, but she is required to let me know when it will be or how much longer I will have to wait.

Looking back on it, I wanted to put that clause in our agreement because of my trust issues. When things were difficult between ML and me, there was never any telling when our next sexual encounter would be. I was scared that ML’s interest might fade once again if there was no date to hold her accountable. I needed even just a small guarantee that I wasn’t going to be left and forgotten about. I wasn’t ready for such an open-ended situation.

I think I’m ready for that now.

Over the past two years, I can’t remember too many nights where ML and I weren’t sexual in some way with each other. I even recently posted about how just a knowing glance across the room can be our way of “having sex.” The level of passion is certainly there, and it’s stronger than it’s ever been. I don’t think I need to be worried that ML will lose sexual interest in me anymore. I probably have to be more worried about ML driving me insane with TOO MUCH sexual attention!

With My Lady’s agreement, I would like to do away with the concept of Maybe Day for good. I realize that this opens me up for denial periods longer than I’d ever expect with absolutely no warning whatever, but I am ready to submit to her that deeply.

(This post is the first that ML will be hearing of these thoughts, so I am very curious to see what her reaction is. Wish me luck!)

Alone adult time is something of a Hot commodity around here, now that hubby is working early ass mornings and the kids are getting older and staying up later. Getting that precious time together to do all those deliciously kinky things we want to do doesn’t come easy. Well, today just so happens to be one of those extremely rare times where we get about a full hour of complete alone time together. Now that our daughter goes to school for a small part of the day and cagedmonkey has the day off we are taking full advantage of having the house to ourselves.

I honestly have no clue what is in store for hubby this morning but I’ve had this desire burning inside me for months. This desire to tie him down and make him my little slut. This desire to completely dominate him sexually and use him and make him feel what it is to be my bitch. I want to spank him until he’s whimpering, I want him bound, unable to move, unable to squirm or wiggle away from from whatever I want him to endure.

I really just have this want inside me to take him and use him, all of him, for my pleasure. Using him, taking him, spanking him, pegging him until I just don’t have anything left in me and he’s left there whimpering, after being forced to take it all.

Ah well… It is only an hour so we will have to see what comes of it but, trust me, none of that precious time will be taken for granted. It will be used very wisely! One thing I know for sure id’s that he will NOT be enjoying an orgasm in any of this! πŸ™‚

One of the things I am asked often is Do I or why don’t I have cagedmonkey shave completely or dress in panties or [insert sissy/feminization reference here]? The simple answer is: I don’t want him to.

The more complex answer is something interesting I’ve been realizing slowly about myself. Over the last couple years, traveling along this kinky road, I’ve often analyzed my reasons for liking certain sexual things. Sometimes I’ve given up on analyzing some stuff because there is no rhyme or reason why that thing turns me on. Most things, however, I can link to a good event or even a trauma (mostly traumas!) in my past and that act is simply helping me work through the emotional baggage from the past.

I’m not going to get into my childhood traumas but simply put, I was sexually abused by a man early in life and, as you can imagine it left that little girl very vulnerable and helpless. So, for me and my complex answer as to why I don’t want some sissy, feminine guy for a submissive husband, it’s simply that I get off on controlling a man. Knowing that this man who could on the outside obviously take care of anything he needed to but is submissive to me, kneels before me and is locked in a chastity cage for me and is controlled sexually by me.

For me, it’s more of a turn on to control the big strong man and to have myself a submissive man for a husband.

Recently I’ve noticed I have been feeling off and unsettled about our tease and torture and our D/s side of things because there isn’t much. I feel so busy lately and unorganized because, even after a month here, the OCD side of me is uneasy. Things aren’t just where I want them, days don’t go exactly as planned… I admit I’m a control freak and I feel like all the little things added up mean I have no control. It’s weird, I know, but there is so much I want to accomplish and so much I’d like to do – in regular vanilla life as well as our sexual, kinky, intimate one but I never seem to have enough time to do it.

Flipping our schedule around after soooooo many years is a lot harder to adjust to and still, things are changing! We recently found out that homeschool kids here in our new state are allowed to take a couple classes in the public school and that the school offers homeschool kids all the curriculum and textbooks, etc that the kids are using in public school. So we have begun looking into getting our daughter into a couple classes a day at school so I could have an hour or so to myself on weekdays. I’ve actually considered the fact that she may do well and like it and want to actually try going full days at some point… Which has me thinking stupid and emotional for all kinds of dumb reasons. I’m excited that that might happen but scared and anxious over it too.

All of these things with kids activities (it’s our son’s team won their 2nd round of playoffs for football today! They are off to the Superbowl!), school, errands and all that has left me with little time to get the rest of the boxes unpacked or taken over to our storage unit. Which I just got the other day because there is no storage here at the house and we can’t even get in our closets because we’ve tried to pack everything in there. Let alone having room to set up and use our sex toys! Haha

That’s been another struggle. I have no room to set things up which, with the little time we have, needs to be done before we can play. We don’t have time to set things up at night when we want to use them and then play and put it away after, etc. Anyway, excuses excuses! I really want to get our room set up in a better way, get the boxes and bins of decorations and stuff put away so we have room to actually play. I want to get a rug for the floor so we are able to set up the stockade. Really, can you see my dilemma? There is so much I want to do and so little time to get things done. Which is why I actually think having my daughter gone for an hour or so a day might be good so that I can do some of the things I want to do.

With all of this stuff I want to get done and feeling like I never have time for any of it, I find myself doubting my ability. Doubting if I’m a good mom, a good wife, a good teacher, etc. I start getting anxious and worrying if I’m keeping my hubby satisfied. Does he know how much I love and adore him and that I find him incredibly sexy? I start to worry if I’m teasing him enough, if I am good enough for him, pretty enough for him, sexy enough for him. My mind races and races in 90 directions of stupid. When I’m not in control, I worry and I am not liking the ups and downs and changes and the lack of flow!

Another note for you all is that we found we really like it here and we have talked about and started looking into sticking in some roots. That means we put the wheels in motion to either buy or build a house! That in itself is scary and exciting!

Ok I think I’ve caught you guys up on my anxiety and my crazy and what’s going on in our lives!

How are you all doing these days?

Yesterday, Cagedmonkey and I were chatting while he was at work and, of course, I was teasing him and getting him all kinds of excited and turned on. One of the things I love most is teasing him with pics and video while he is not with me – usually that means he’s at work – and getting him all tight in his cage. It’s such an incredible turn on for me to know that even being 40 miles apart I can still make his dick (attempt to be) hard and get him horny for me.

Yesterday was lots of fun as I sent him some hot pics and video of me all soapy in the shower. He really loved it. Just to share a little of what I sent him, I was sending him pictures like this, today:
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And this…
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Not only was I sending him pictures but we started talking about the things we were wanting. A little bit of fantasizing together, which is something I absolutely love about our communication. We both know it’s not our responsibility to force things to make fantasies happen but the fact that we talk about sex with each other gives us the opportunity to make those fantasies real if we want!

If you’ve followed along on our journey you we have the doggy style Stockade and recently got a new hood. Well, CM and I started talking about how much we miss the extreme side of bondage and having the time (and space!) to do it. I mentioned to him that I was wearing his pants yesterday without panties. I told him I was sure that they were going to smell like my pussy and how I was going to make him wear them when he got home, which I did. πŸ™‚ That kinda kicked things into gear and we started talking about how wet my panties get and how hot it would be if I was to gag him with my potent panties and lock him in the new hood. To make things worse I could have him locked in the stockade, with the vibrating buttplug in, leaving it until his prostate milked all over the floor. We talked about how incredibly frustrating it would be if I were to remove the hood (while he thinks I’m giving him a break) and I cover his face with more of my juices by cumming on him and then putting the hood right back on and leaving him like that longer. Not knowing when it would truly end because I’d just tell him I didn’t think he’d been milked enough. Maybe he wasn’t empty so we had to keep going until I felt like he was done. We talked about adding white noise headphones to completely take away his senses… Except the ones being forced to smell and taste my pussy.

Shortly after, he told me about how he was getting tight in his cage and sent me a picture to prove it. Of course all the squeezing from the cage and the horny talk gave him some nice wet with precum underwear! Yuuummmmmmy!
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I really do love seeing that bulge and knowing that I’m the one that caused it. I really do get off on being a cocktease! πŸ™‚