Marriage

I have this whole PTSD thing around the holidays and my birthday. In the past things always seem to happen on the holidays or surrounding them, whatever. Not good, happy things but icky usually bad things. Stuff like being in the emergency room on morphine with a kidney stone, people dying to feeling like the entire world forgot I was born.

Over the past almost two years since hubby and I made the decision to repair and renew our marriage, one of the things we’ve been working on is the PTSD from these holidays. I have to say that my anxiety around Valentine’s day and our Anniversary is now much less but my birthday is still a touchy spot, apparently! I didn’t realize it was until the days got closer and then… my worst nightmare! Our 15yo cat, that we’ve had since she was 3 weeks old, got deathly ill. She stopped eating, dropped a ton of weight (for a cat) and got very dehydrated. I kinda started freaking out thinking any minute was the end.

Finally on Saturday we took her to the vet, got some xrays to look for tumors because her respiratory rate was off, bloodwork, etc. Vet gave her fluids, a steroid to hopefully increase appetite and told us to wait for the results… until Tuesday. Ugh! I have to wait to find out if my cat is dying until Tuesday? My birthday, of all days? I was devastated and so was cagedmonkey. This cat is more his baby than anybody’s. He found her half dead behind a dumpster, she just clung to him and he knew he had to save her. Way back then we were told she’d be dead soon and not to get attached… here we are 15 years later!

Anyway, my point for this post is to say how my day turned out to be. Yesterday morning my amazing hubby brought me home some gorgeous bold colored flowers, he knows me so well!
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He even made my heart melt by attempting to make me a “rainbow” cake, with the kids. It was so, oh my goodness, sweet of him and really just gave me this feeling inside I’m not sure I’ve felt in awhile. It was so wonderful to have someone go to such lengths to do something for me. It doesn’t matter that the cake went weird… It was simply the most loving generous thought.

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Still tasted yummy!


The one thing that got me like no other was hubby’s card. I laughed so hard at his homemade card (as I usually do!) that I started coughing so hard and choking. Haha it was now his best card, to date, and my absolute favorite.
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I just adore my husband’s sense of humor. Though I also love his romantic sentimental side. Inside of this card my hubby wrote me a list for my 39th birthday. It was a list of 39 of the reasons that he loves me and every one of them nuzzled it’s way in my heart to help comfort the PTSD that comes from my birthday.

Not to mention the gift we got when the Vet called to say that, although there were a couple tumors on our cats lung, that she felt they were of little concern. The xray showed that some how our little old lady cat had broken a couple of ribs. We are being cautiously optimistic, treating her ribs with pain meds and giving her some antibiotics (she had a slightly elevated white cell count) and going to pray this was the reason she stopped eating.

So like I said, this birthday turned out to be so much more than I ever could have expected. So happy for my family and so happy for the news from the vet. So, thank you cagedmonkey, for making my day great, I’m lucky to have you! 🙂

I hate those times when I feel disconnected from cagedmonkey. This past week or so of him being sick is apparently getting to me. I had to stop yesterday and sit down and talk to him because I could feel myself overanalyzing, worrying and wondering. Not about anything in particular, because I don’t truly have any weird signs but just overall about the lack of connection. So rather than do the normal “woman” thing when I started to feel that, I went right to cagedmonkey to tell him these, in a way, irrational feelings I was having.

What I normally would do is just hold it in, push the feelings aside and not really acknowledge or deal with them. I learned the hard way that doing those things is nothing more than the perfect way for me to spiral emotionally out of control and to start fabricating a million different reasons as to why he doesn’t love me. Rationally, I know this is ridiculous but emotionally and hormonally, I’m a woman. We are built this way.

Anyway I sat down yesterday morning with cagedmonkey and told him I was feeling disconnected. We talked about why I might be feeling that and without the physical love between us, I think a little ptsd was kicking in. I am so busy and getting worn from taking care of him while he’s been sick, the kids, the house and realized that no one is taking care of me. I started to miss the feeling of being wanted, cared for, desired physically. Not that I need him to do things for me, but I do like that he wants to. With him being sick those “I’m going to do this for her because it’s helpful and she will know I’m thinking of her and focused on her” things don’t happen. Those “hey honey I set up your coffee maker to brew for the morning so you don’t have to” little things that make me feel like he wants to see me smile and swoon aren’t there. Anyway, without those things I started to get those “I’ll just have do it all myself” feelings again and I knew those were not ok feelings, he’s sick and I don’t have to do it all myself. Those things will be back, his dick is still locked in a cage for me and when I can get back to teasing him properly everyday and using him for my pleasure everything will be back to normal.

The good thing about communicating is that simply telling him and acknowledging that I was feeling that way made a huge difference for me in my emotional state. Communicating also brings him into my head and he is then able to give what he can to help me not feel the way I do. If he never knows what silly irrational thoughts I’m having, how can he show me or tell me they are silly irrational thoughts? I rob him of the opportunity to adjust his behavior and to support me. It’s as if I am going to battle, alone, in my own head. It’s better to have someone there fighting with you and for you.

My love, my protector, the guardian of my heart and soul… my knight in literal shining armor 🙂

My Lady and I spent last night together in our favorite way. She got up before I did in order to get the kids ready for school. I woke up to ML halfway through getting dressed, her fabulous fucking ass tempting me from just inches away.

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Yes, THAT fabulous fucking ass.

My uncaged cock wasted no time in getting hard. ML turned around and smiled when she saw me checking her out; she loves knowing how turned on I get just from looking at her sexiness. My cock wanted attention so badly, I asked ML if I was allowed to stroke myself as I watched her get dressed.

“You may,” she replied with a smirk, as she reached back and unhooked her bra.

Her perfect tits spilled out of her bra (which she very graciously removed after putting it on just moments before). I moaned loudly, gripping my cock tight as she cupped and massaged her breasts right in front of my face. Before I had the chance to fully enjoy the feeling of stroking my cock – a sensation I don’t get to experience all that often anymore – ML bent forward and squeezed my cock in between her tits.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuuck,” I moaned as I leaned back on the bed. The feeling of her soft titties surrounding my cock, stroking up and down the shaft was absolutely heavenly. She looked up at me with a sweet smile, her eyes locking into mine as she continued to tease me cock with her cleavage. I could only hold eye contact for just a moment, because my cock between her tits just looked so damn good.

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Ammirite?

Of course I wanted nothing more than to shoot my cum all over those pretty titties, but My Lady wouldn’t allow that. She left me hard and needy as she got dressed the rest of the way and went about her day.

I felt very tense after, my legs were shaking and I couldn’t help squeezing my fists over and over. Yes, part of it was the frustration of going 6 weeks without an orgasm, but there was something else. I was just so excited that this what my life is now: I have a wife who loves me, who is everything I could ever want and need physically, and she teases me and keeps me in chastity just the way I always fantasized. I was frustrated that I wasn’t getting the orgasm I so badly wanted, but I was excited that I was getting the sex life I so badly needed.

My Lady and I were made for each other. The type of sub I am matches up perfectly with the domme that she is. Her qualities fill my needs, and my characteristics fulfill her desires. It really is a special thing that we have found.

But enough of that emotional crap… my cock fits perfectly in ML’s pussy.

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It’s almost as if it belongs there.

It really does defy logic. No to brag or anything, but my cock is pretty damn big… ok, that is sort of a brag, but we’re moving on, so deal with it. As for My Lady, her pussy is very tight, she works hard to keep it “in shape,” so to speak. So you’d think there would be some painful stretching involved when we get down to it. Fortunately, that’s not the case – I fill her up perfectly and she squeezes like nothing ever could.

There really is no physical feeling better than when my cock slides inside her tight wet pussy. Our chastity play only enhances this; after being locked up in a steel cage and not even able to get a full erection, sinking my cock deep into her warm wetness is like seeing the sun after being stuck indoors for a month. There’s nothing better in the world.

Yesterday I started to feel a bit depressed and I couldn’t exactly put a finger on the specific thing that was making me feel down. I do know that it hit me quick and hit me kinda hard. One of the crappy things about being so in tune with my mental state (I’ve got way too many years of therapy to thank for that) is that I FEEL my depression kick in almost immediately. I feel my body change and my thoughts change. Yes, it’s an AWESOME thing that I can now do that because I can get right on top of it and work out the problem before I spiral out of control down into a deep hole. So, I knew something was wrong after cagedmonkey came home and asked “do you think I could get out and maybe sleep more comfortably?” For some reason that really got to me.

When I got up yesterday morning and was texting with CM on his way home from work, I was excited about maybe putting him in the bondage sack and depriving him good sleep and just tormenting him all day. It was exciting to think about all the things I wanted to do to tease him and drive him crazy. After all, I had spent the night before sending him pics and video of me getting off with my wand. It really seemed to drive him nuts.
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After he got home and asked me to get out in such a non-urgent way it just gave me this feeling that he wasn’t even horny. I felt like he wasn’t aching to get out and that all the teasing and stuff I’d been doing wasn’t frustrating him at all. I LOVE to see his frustration, to hear him beg, to know that what I’m doing is making him bonkers. I mentioned to him that I thought he should unlock and masturbate because he didnt seem all that submissive to me. I felt like maybe he was just bored and done playing my game. This apparently confused him because in his mind he was feeling very submissive – I just wasnt seeing it outwardly. This is where the wonderful communication in a relationship comes in.

Our conversation was through text messages because of the kids, it went like this:

CM: I’m sorry you feel as though my desire to be dominated is gone…. I don’t know what is causing these thoughts, but it’s not true…. I love being controlled by you, being kept by you, being yours and only yours all day every day…. Is it possible that you are questioning your own level of passion for this? Could it be that you are projecting – instead of me not being as submissive as you like, in fact you are not being as dominant as you want to be? Not trying to blame you, I promise, just trying to figure out what the deal is.

LM: I don’t feel like I have any loss of passion… At the moment I don’t feel submission and maybe it is my fault maybe I’m not being dominant enough, maybe I’m not intense enough… I’m just feeling inadequate.

CM: I don’t feel that’s true. I’m enjoying everything about us.
Would you like me to stop “asking out”? Is that me taking too much power from you?

LM: I don’t know what I want… I want to feel like you NEED desperately to be out and that’s why your asking and not feel like it’s a “hey yeah, I was thinking I could sleep comfortably” thing… Maybe what I need is to keep you locked up a little extended and tease you to tears. Maybe it was just that whole situation made it feel weird… Maybe I need to hear some me and you fantasies too. Not stockade, fucking machine, girlie play partner, abandonment fantasies but you and me fantasies from you. To feel like there is still this dynamic in your mind between us and that all that other stuff isn’t necessary. I dunno, I guess sometimes I feel like I’m competing with the bigger fantasies and maybe I won’t live up to those.

CM: I don’t “fantasize” about us too much because it’s already real and I love it! Maybe I’ve gotten too much into the “don’t expect anything” mentality, but I haven’t shared too much only because I don’t want to push you or affect you, etc… I was really hoping you’d follow through with your “sleep sack” idea today. It’s been a while since you’ve done any full bondage/teasing type stuff…. I didn’t want to push too hard and mention it/ask for it because that’s not what I do anymore. We’ve had a lot of “starter” moments lately – like the other day when you were stimulating pegging me on the bed, etc – but not a lot of times where we’ve actually played together. I figured you were getting back into it on your own pace, so I didn’t want to pressure you.

LM: I guess I at least want to know that you think about and desire things between us… it’s not about asking because I like that you don’t ask or push me or annoy me to do things… but telling me “oh I was thinking, last night, about that time when you tied me to the bed….” or “I dreamed about us laying together and I realized you had tied me down and you were masturbating next to me and I couldn’t move to help or touch you or even look at you” etc. Knowing that you think about me sexually, that you remember those times makes me want to recreate them or do something similar… it let’s me know that I did something good and you liked it and you want it again. It’s not you asking when you are reminiscing – even if you wrote about it on the blog – how “that one time” felt, how you loved it, what you loved, that you’d love it again… stuff like that. Being “caught up” in something we did – not obsessing but the “wow, ugh, awesomeness, frustration” and reminiscing – that’s a good word to describe it… not getting stuck in a moment or on something we did but being caught up in it just enough to show me “fuck that was awesome can we do it again?”

CM: I will try harder to find that “middle ground.”

LM: Btw we’ve had those moments but then the playtime is lost and, today… I just felt blah after this morning and my oomph for the sleep sack drifted quickly and I had this why bother feeling… like it wouldn’t matter if I did because I’m not good enough anyway.

CM: I’m sorry I haven’t been giving you what you need.

LM: I don’t think it’s that YOU haven’t been giving me what I need… I just think I’m figuring it out, right now, talking to you… that sometimes (obviously not all the time!) I need to know what I’m doing is good and appreciated and wanted and desired. Maybe I’m completely wrong and I just suck.

CM: You don’t suck, I wish you sucked more, tbh 😉
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My achy needy penis

Ok, ok you can see where that conversation led after that. Having that conversation actually catapulted us into an extremely frustratingly horny day. I was sopping wet all day while we were sexting and sneaking playful moments here and there when the kids were busy. It was wonderful to talk about all the naughty, playful, kinky things we do again. I’ve missed hearing how tight his cage feels or how what I’m doing is effecting him. I think we got to a point where it just felt so normal to horny all the time and he must have figured I knew he was horny, so why tell me. Well… telling me fuels me, keeps me going and makes me eager to push the intensity level. I really am just figuring this out and I’m so happy that my marriage is in a different place now. Two years ago, we’d never mention sex, let alone have a conversation about anything that was bothering one of us. We would hold on to it and let it build resentment – it was how we coped with the fear. This is SO much better and I love being in this place with my husband. I love him and where we are emotionally, spiritually and sexually.

Last night was the first of our two nights together and it was such a lovely night too. No, we didn’t get all naughty kinky crazy sexual, we just enjoyed watching tv and being close. Cagedmonkey was locked right up until we went to bed. I actually wasn’t going to unlock him because I wanted to build his frustration. Then just as he was getting in bed I told him to take off his cage, just in case. 🙂

Since we only get two precious nights together naked in bed, I cherish those times. Last night, as we lay there completely naked, our warm skin pressing together, I thought about how horny I was for him. I thought about making love to him, about feeling him in that amazing way. Then I thought about how incredibly frustrating it must be to finally be unlocked and laying naked together. How bad he must have wanted to be in my warm pussy. I love to increase his horniness, to tease him and make him want me desperately.

I can just imagine how bad he was aching to be with me as we lay there, his cock hard against the soft skin of my ass. Not to mention those times I woke in the middle of the night to run my hands on his body. Those times I trailed my fingers over his skin, around his sexy hips to tickle, tease and fondle his cock.

Not sure how many times I can say it but I really, really, really do love being a cocktease.

I really do love that we can go from intense fantasy-like sexual times to very sensual loving more vanilla-like times. I love that I can be with and enjoy my husband this way. It wasn’t always like this. There was a time when I was anxious about any amount of affection because the motive behind it was always sex, sex, sex. It’s just not that way with us when I’m in control. We have much more sex than we ever have and much more intense sex. It really is an amazing thing.

Tonight… I can’t say, is going to be as sensual or as vanilla because I’ve only been up for 2 hours and my pussy is aching in my panties right now. I’m aching to feel him, to be with him, to cum good and hard on him.

Haha ok yeah yeah, I kinda teased you a bit with that title. You probably thought I was going to talk all about how to go about meeting yourself a mistress… well not in this post, but maybe another time! Really, WE are the ones meeting a mistress… a specific, wonderful, delicious, yummy, gorgeous mistress and her slave!

Last year, Mistress Marie and I started chatting and found out we lived rather close to one another – especially when it comes to the big ol’ world wide web. We have also learned in that time that we have loads in common and that we get along particularly well. So she and I talked about the four of us meeting in person. I’m so excited to say that time is here! I’m super duper mega (as I said on their blog) excited to be meeting Mistress Marie and her Slave David!

In a couple of weeks, they will be traveling here for the night. They’ve booked the executive suite at a local hotel and we will be enjoying a meal, wonderful friendship and who knows what else. I do know that this room they’ve booked has this huge “board room” style table in it… to eat on, of course… or maybe tie the boys to… or maybe bend them over it… or… maybe just to eat on! 🙂 haha hey, we’re all bringing some toys just in case.

Whatever happens, vanilla or otherwise, I feel we are blessed to have made such wonderful friends that we can get together with and enjoy time with. I love that there are no expectations and what happens will happen. I do know we plan to have wine (we even live the same wine!)… that could just be the catalyst needed to create a very kinky situation. 🙂 Though, I’m happy with us sitting and talking openly and freely about every aspect of our lives and not having to hide any part of who we are! 🙂 oh, and, I really really really can’t wait to hug Marie (and I might sneak in a boobie squeeze cause… well, I like boobies!)!

Looking forward to this and hopefully many more get together with them!

I was a little disappointed with how our lost weekend went. I was really looking forward to having every aspect of my life controlled by ML (at least, what was possible, due to child interruptions). Work stuff doesn’t usually affect me at home, as I’m usually good with “leaving it at the office,” but this ended up being a particularly bad day.

One thing I will say is that the bits of control that we were able to do really comforted me and calmed me down. It wasn’t so much a sexual thing because my horny had been ruined by “dude’s bleeding to death” as ML put it. I can’t even really describe it all that well. Wearing the collar, serving My Lady, and following her instructions… it all just made me feel at peace.

I think it’s because that’s who I really am at heart. I really was made to be ML’s subby hubby, and nothing makes me feel better than filling that role. When I’m submitting to her, I feel like I’m doing exactly what I’m supposed to be doing. And although it might not fix everything about a bad day, it will always be that bright spot in my life that I can turn to.

In the past few days (and since starting or blog) we’ve often gotten wonderful comments about the realness of our blog. It’s comments like these that I love.

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Way back when we started this blog we said it would always be real (unless we’re writing about fantasies!). We wanted to document our journey as a married couple with young children. We promised to never embellish and always share the truth. I just love that people see that and appreciate it! It really just makes me smile so big! 🙂

Thank you for taking the time to read our journey, the good and the bad. We love sharing this with you!