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It’s been a week since ML locked my penis in the Revenge, hiding it away from being touched or even seen in any meaningful capacity. Although I’m not 100% on this, I’m pretty sure that this is the longest I’ve been locked 24/7 in the Revenge – we have tried before, but hygiene issues have led to me being let out at smaller intervals. This time, though, I’m being extremely diligent about keeping the inside of the cage clean as much as possible; I’m scrubbing the inside as best as I can each day with soap and water (and making myself extremely horny in the process).

My penis is in there, somewhere… I assume…

Things have been… okay, I’d say. I mean, it should go without saying that I’m extremely desperate for some sort of sexual attention…. preferably with my unlocked penis, but I’ll take anything right now. It’s not about me, though, it’s about My Lady’s satisfaction… and she seems more than satisfied at this point in time.

Take last night for example: after a little bit of kissing in bed, ML directed me to fuck her pussy… only with the Revenge still on. I will say that fucking ML with the Revenge on is different from using the Jailbird. With the JB, I can feel her wet, warm pussy all over my cock but I can’t get hard to fully enjoy it. When the Revenge is involved, it’s a different kind of frustration because I can’t feel anything at all except the steel around me. I still get hard in the cage when I see how much ML is enjoying herself, but I don’t get any of the other great feelings from being inside her.

After a little bit of cage fucking, ML needed to cum, so she used the wand in combination of my fingers to get a nice good orgasm or two. Before we went to sleep, though, she made sure to tell me that the reason she got so turned on and needed to cum was because she kept reminding herself that I couldn’t feel anything while I was fucking her. Frustration for me equals satisfaction for her.

I am hoping that she soon realizes that I can’t feasibly stay as long in the Revenge as I would in the Jailbird (if she thinks I’m making it three weeks straight in this thing, she’s nuts). Even if she lets me out, I won’t be able to touch or see my cock, as we are planning on doing a “no look, no touch” game for the next little while. I just wonder when the first time we get to try it out will be. For now, I am left wondering when ML will decide to take my cock out of this cage… and how she plans to tease and torment it when she does.

Today marks 242 years since the adoption of the Declaration of Independence. Coincidentally, today is also one month since the start of my latest (and what will be longest?) bout of orgasm denial. There’s really no connection there, other than the fact that I seem to be obsessed with all things sexual lately due to being so horny.

ML has yet to re-attempt a long lockup time, but I have a feeling it’s coming soon. The question is whether or not I am looking forward to it, also. With the caveat of saying that I love absolutely everything we do, I’m not sure if I’d rather have my dick out or locked away at certain times.

Sometimes it feels like I’m just torturing myself by hoping for time out of the cage. After all, I know I’m not going to get an orgasm no matter what attention my cock gets, so it’s just going to end up as one big frustrating tease. Sometimes I wonder if I’m better off staying in the cage until My Lady wants to use me.

But then I remember how damn good My Lady’s pussy feels on my cock.

It really is amazing, and totally worth the frustration of being repeatedly denied. I am very lucky that ML feels the same way about me, instead of only wanting me out of the cage to torment me… although, sometimes, that is her goal for releasing me.

Sometimes, waiting just a little longer makes everything right.

Melissa and Bethany had been dancing around meeting up for a couple of weeks – it just never seemed to work out for both of them on the same night at the same time. They spent the whole time flirting with each other, and Melissa found out that Bethany was somewhat of a tease, as well. She had no doubt in her mind that when they finally got together, that they would both thoroughly enjoy teasing Tom into a frenzy.

But waiting was a whole different type of tease! Days passed with near misses here and there, until finally their schedules worked out and they were all able to “go out on a date” together.

Even with all of the flirting, there was still some nervous tension in the air. Tom was especially nervous – he was aware of the fun little conversations taking place between Bethany and his wife, but he didn’t have much of a clue what those conversations were about. He wasn’t aware that Melissa had told Bethany all about his fantasies of tease and orgasm denial, and he wasn’t aware that Bethany had expressed an interest in exploiting those fantasies.

The three of them met at a bar for their first date, and after a couple of drinks they became very comfortable with one another. They felt so natural with each other that, more than once they had to remind each other not to talk too loudly in order to avoid letting people nearby eavesdrop on their dirty conversations! The nervous tension began to melt away, and they were soon sharing intimate details with each other without even a second thought.

“So, what does it feel like when your cock tries to get hard in the cage?” Bethany asked Tom. She had been peppering Melissa with questions about male chastity for about a week, curious about what they found so exciting about it. She had heard about how Melissa enjoyed the feelings of power and control over Tom’s cock, but she was still interested in Tom’s point of view. She was more interested in the physical aspect of it – how it felt when his cock wanted to get hard so badly, but couldn’t.

“It’s a really tight squeeze,” Tom answered. “The steel holds me back without any give whatsoever, so if my cock gets hard it has nowhere to go.”

“It must be tough when she’s teasing you with those beautiful tits of hers.”

“Yeah, it can get quite painful.”

Bethany laughed, “I really gotta see what that looks like….”

“Do you wanna see?” Melissa interrupted.

“Well, yeah, of course,” Bethany said, “but… here?”

“No, not here!” Melissa said. “Come home with us, you can see it there.”

Melissa and Tom hadn’t intended to invite Bethany back to their place, and Bethany wasn’t expecting it either… it just sort of happened! But less than an hour later, the three of them were home and in private, Melissa slowly tugging Tom’s underwear down so that Bethany could see his chastity cage.

“Wow,” Bethany said, “it’s actually really sexy!”

“I know, right?” Melissa agreed.

“Can I… can I touch it?”

“Well…. since he can’t do anything with it when it’s caged up like that,” Melissa said playfully, “I guess so.” She looked up at Tom and smiled as Bethany cupped his caged cock and balls in her hand.

“Geez, the steel is so heavy!” she said. “That’s not uncomfortable?”

“I’m used to it,” Tom answered.

“Oh, you want to see uncomfortable,” Melissa said as she began to take off her shirt and remove her bra. Her huge boobs spilled out and she began to rub them against Tom’s cock cage. His cock began to swell inside the cage, and Bethany giggled.

“Ooooh, look! He likes your tits, too!”

“Of course he does,” Melissa replied. “Wanna see it get even worse?”

Melissa whispered in Bethany’s ear for a few moments, and Tom could see a wicked smile growing on her face. When Melissa was finished, Bethany looked at her and simply nodded.

“Honey,” Melissa looked up at Tom, her tits still rubbing over his slowly hardening cock, “be a good boy and go get the rope for me.”
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Tom was in the middle of multiple dimensions of frustration.

First dimension: Melissa had tied his wrists and ankles tightly to the chair, restraining him in a comfortable but immobile sitting position. No matter how badly he struggled, he would be sitting there for as long as Melissa wanted him to.

Second dimension: his cock was throbbing inside of his cage, with no room to swell or expand as it so badly needed to do.

Third dimension: Melissa and Bethany were sitting across his lap, both of them completely naked, touching and caressing each other and enjoying every moment of it. He had a front row seat , so to speak, as they kissed each other and fondled each others breasts. And it wasn’t just a show, either – both of them were fully enjoying it. It started out as fun play, just a little bit of kissing and touching, but it soon progressed into a full on making out, groping and squeezing session that only two incredibly turned on people could produce. He watched as their tongues danced together, as Bethany occasionally dipped her head to suck on Melissa’s dark thick nipples, and he listened as they moaned together in pleasure. He swore he could feel the heat from both of their pussies on his legs, and he whimpered and squirmed uncontrollably when their naked skin would brush against his cock as it bulged through the bars of his cage.

Fourth dimension: He was being completely ignored throughout all of this! He had thought about this fantasy before, but it involved the two women teasing him. Now, his presence wasn’t even being acknowledged by the ladies in his lap; he was merely just a piece of furniture to them. They climbed over him and readjusted themselves better to be able to kiss and lick each others’ bodies, with complete disregard for where he was being touched.

He watched as Bethany basically worshipped the curves of Melissa’s body with her tongue, tracing soft wet lines up her stomach and through her cleavage. Melissa’s back arched as she moaned loudly, and Tom felt his mouth watering. Next, it was Bethany’s firm ass rubbing on his caged cock as Melissa’s mouth explored her body.

“Awwww,” Bethany pouted playfully, “does Tom want some attention?” She wiggled her ass against his cock, making it throb even more.

Tom threw his head back in frustration, “RRRRgh, yes!”

“And how does a good boy ask?”

Bethany must have been getting pointers from Melissa on how to push his buttons during the past week, and she was doing a good job of it! “Yes, please?”

“There’s my good boy,” Melissa said as she squeezed Tom’s cage in her hand. “You think you can handle some attention from both of us?”

Tom swallowed hard and took a moment to think it over.

“Not sure, huh?” Melissa continued. “Well…. looks like we’ll have to wait and see….”

After ML’s newfound passion for tickling me was discovered, I was worried that she might end up making that one of her true focuses while having me restrained. As she pointed out, I really REALLY do hate being tickled; the only problem is that it’s not really a danger to my safety, so I don’t allow myself to safeword out of it. This weekend, My Lady took advantage of some stockade time to show me that there is more than one way to “tickle.”

It’s my fault, of course; just like pretty much everything involving my fantasies, I gave ML the idea. I had told her I missed being in the stockade, and was hoping for some play time. We had also talked about ways she could tease my cock while it is caged, working together to find some sensitive spots she could stimulate with her fingers.

You can see where this is going.

Once ML had me securely locked in the stockade, she began to lightly brush her fingers over the shaft of my confined cock. After being locked 24/7 for two weeks straight, I got hard in my cage almost immediately. The only thing this accomplished was making it easier to torture me. With my cock bulging against the steel bars of the Jailbird, all of those sensitive areas were exposed for My Lady to toy with. Even the spot underneath my cockhead was right there, almost begging to be used to sexually torture me.

Over the course of the next hour or so, ML slowly and deliberate tickled and teased all over my cock and balls while I writhed in the stockade. The waistpad was rigged so tight that I couldn’t thrust or pull my hips away, and I had no choice but to endure her incessant teasing. She wouldn’t even give me a second to gather myself as she constantly tickled me, as her fingertips were always somewhere – teasing my twitching asshole, brushing over my full heavy balls, or poking and squeezing my shaft of my throbbing cock inside the cage.

It didn’t take long for me to begin moaning in frustration , and I was soon fighting a losing battle to stay quiet with the kids in the house. I wanted to thrust my hips so badly, but the stockade held me fast. It went on for far too long, much longer than I would have hoped or expected it to. But ML did not tire and showed no mercy.

On the contrary, as she noticed my anguish as time went on, she made it worse, whispering in my ear, “Why do you do this to yourself? Why do you tell me these fantasies, when you know I’m only going to make it worse than you ever imagined?”

“I don’t know,” I whimpered truthfully. I really don’t know why I tell her all of these fantasies about being sexually tortured for hours on end, longer than I could care to stand or endure. I guess part of me craves the intense experience, and I know she has the intensity to deliver those experiences.

ML finally stopped teasing me, but not for my benefit – she had apparently gotten extremely turned on by my reactions, and she decided to use me one last time before releasing me from the stockade. My Lady crawled in front of me so that her ass and soaking wet pussy was right in front of me face. She then backed up, forcing her horny holes directly into my face. She rubbed her pussy juices all over me, and she forced-fucked her asshole into my nose and tongue. She bounced her sexy round ass back against me, and for the first time that night I was in heaven.

You can see why.

In the end, my cock was left squeezed and sore in its cage and my face covered in ML’s horny pussy juices.

When I’m being denied orgasm by My Lady, it isn’t hard for her to find ways to frustrate me. Having my cock locked in my steel Jailbird is an obvious place to start, and bringing me as close to orgasm as possible without giving me one is also extremely effective. I’ve been finding, though, that being edged is sort of a mini-tension release in itself – not as good as an orgasm, of course, but my body does “enjoy” it.

After being denied so often and edged as much as I have been, maybe I’ve found some sort of comfort in it. But ML always finds ways to keep my sexual tension level high. Nowadays, stopping short of edging seems to be even more frustrating than edges themselves.

I had the day off from work yesterday, and ML took advantage of the kid-less household to drive me a little crazy. She spent most of the morning keeping my dick hard, not allowing it to get soft for more than a few minutes at a time. Even when she had to run out for an errand, she left me with instructions to keep myself hard while she was gone. She didn’t edge me once the entire morning, and it wasn’t long before I was going crazy. My cock was an aching, dripping mess in my underwear, and My Lady enjoyed watching me suffer through every minute of it.

After a rough week at work, I was very much looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend. Will I have the relaxation I was hoping for? Or will ML see exactly how effective this new form of frustration can be?

ML and I have always been curious about whether or not I was able to have an orgasm while wearing my chastity cage. We know it’s possible in the general sense – we’ve heard about it from many sources, and there are plenty of femdom videos where it happens. We just didn’t know if I was actually physically able to do it. We tried using the hitachi wand as well as other ways of stimulation, all with no success. Until last week, that is.

I’m now able to confirm that I can, in fact, have an orgasm in my cage. And, honestly, it might be even more frustrating than a ruined orgasm.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me start again…

My “leaving for work” ritual has changed quite a bit after our moves from NY -> WV -> IN. I used to kneel for ML and give her some body worship before I left, and ML would almost always flash me her titties as I drove away (seriously, don’t I have the best fucking wife in the world?). Recently, our kids have been getting up earlier than they have in the past, and they are usually awake by the time I am leaving. This makes it tough to do our routine on a normal basis, but we make time for it when we can.

Last Wednesday morning, ML and I snuck off to the bedroom to get a little privacy. ML laid back on the bed and spread her legs, offering me her delicious horny pussy. I knelt at the side of the bed and began licking her. As always, she tasted AMAZING. As I licked her clit and kissed her pussy lips, she began to moan quietly (trying not to alert the kids in the next room). It was so sexy and it was turning me on like crazy!

ML had kept me locked in the cage all the way from the previous weekend; I was really craving the feeling of being inside her, and her moans of pleasure were only making that craving worse. I may have gently suggested to ML that she unlock me, but my full on “rooty” would have made getting out of the Jailbird almost impossible. But I didn’t care – for some reason, I felt like I NEEDED to be inside her at that moment. So I climbed up on the bed, kneeling in between ML’s legs, and began gently sliding my caged cock into her slippery wet pussy.

My Lady has been very impressive with her ability to handle my chastity cage inside her. When we first tried it, I was barely able to move without causing her discomfort. Now, I still have to be careful, but I am able to thrust into her a little bit (as long as I get the curve of the cage at the correct angle).

The feeling of fucking ML with the cage on is really difficult to describe. On one hand, any time I get to feel ML’s pussy wrapped around my cock is absolutely wonderful. But when I’m wearing the cage, I can only feel her pussy with the parts of my cock that bulge out past the bars. The result is a strange combination of great pleasure and immense frustration.

As I continued to thrust into ML, these conflicting feelings must have been showing on my face, because I saw a flash of excitement in her eyes. She was getting off on my frustration. I could feel her excitement flowing from her as I watched her drink in my suffering. Her excitement increased my arousal so much and so quickly, all of a sudden I realized something.

I looked into ML’s eyes and said, “I think I could cum.”

“Really?” she asked.

“I think so.”

“Do it,” she answered. “Cum for me.”

I had been waiting SEVEN MONTHS to hear My lady say those words.

It didn’t take me long to fulfill her request. I had to control my thrusts in order not to hurt ML with the steel chastity cage, but I was able to push myself to orgasm.

It was, in a word… terrible.

First off, getting myself to orgasm was nowhere near the way I wanted to do it. After seven months of denial, I really just wanted to pound ML’s pussy and cum deep inside her. I couldn’t do that here; I had to thrust very slowly, which ended up making the climb to orgasm a horrible tease of an ordeal. It was like instead of diving into a pool, I was slowly dragged across the cement and unceremoniously dumped in.

Then came the orgasm itself. It wasn’t quite a ruined orgasm because my cock was being stimulated throughout the whole thing, but it was very much like one in the fact that it was absolutely not pleasurable. It was more like a “blocked” orgasm: my cock surged in its cage, eager to release seven months worth of pent up orgasmic pressure. However, each time my cock pulsed, it met with the unyielding steel of the cage. Still desperate for a deep, intense, cum-pumping orgasm, my cock tried even harder, but with no success. All that happened was an even bigger buildup of pressure, only now I could feel it all throughout my cock. At least with a ruined orgasm, there was some sense of release; I wasn’t even gifted that here.

I could tell My Lady could feel my bulging cock twitching inside her because her eyes had an intense look in them. The look on my face was probably equal parts surprise, confusion, desperation, and frustration, and she was loving every single second of it. As my cock continued its strangled orgasm, I couldn’t help but whimper as I suffered through the torture. In the end, I wasn’t able to fill ML’s pussy with my cum; it ended up dribbling out later once my cock had given up and gotten soft.

So yes, it was absolutely horrible, in such a good way. I was teased and taunted by an “orgasm” that ended up being more frustrating than I could have imagined. Now knowing how this effected me, I wouldn’t be surprised if ML were to try this again, only next time using her wand to give herself a ruined orgasm while I suffer through mine. I’m not sure if I could think of anything more soul crushing than that.

I have been very stressed out with all of this moving stuff and trying to pack while still taking care of the kids and the house and functioning in this living space. Not to mention the kid with the medical issues having bigger issues this past week. Then the “normal” kid is having behavior issues, likely because of the move. I have a lot on me and my patience wears thin very quickly these days.

Yesterday, by the afternoon, I had lost all patience and was getting more and more irritable with things. As I said, the medical stuff was crazy and I just started to lose it. Cagedmonkey heard me starting to get very frustrated while he was trying to sleep in the bedroom and asked if I needed him to wake up. Normally, I would say no but I’m trying to change my “I don’t need help” way about myself and actually admit that there are times I need help. So I told him yes, I did want him to get up, even if it was just to take on some of the craziness with the kids.

Just before coming out of the bedroom, I was texting him telling him how frustrated I was and he texted me back and said, “Would you like to come here and take some of that out on my butt before I get up?”

Really?!?!

I love how he knows just what I need! I didn’t even text back, I ran down the hallway with a big smile on my face, went in the bedroom and spanked his sexy little ass for each of my frustrations.

My subby hubby is so amazing and this whole D/s and FLM thing is great because I get to take back my power and control with the help of my wonderful hubby when I feel like it’s been stripped away by the craziness of everyday life.

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Oh what a sexy Thanksgiving it is this year. I’m enjoying the Macy’s parade on TV and, later, some Detroit Lions football! What could be better than a lazy day at home with family, food and football??

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I really need to get me one of these shirts!! 😛

This morning has been interesting, I woke up with a lot on my mind. Some of it is vanilla everyday things and a LOT of it is kinky things. The main kinky thing is the reson for this post but the other stuff is just as important. When I got up I realized how thankful I was for this life I’m living. I’m thankful for all those normal things, family, health (as much of me is healthy), my kids, a wonderful home to live in etc… but then I realized I’m SO thankful for much more. As I did the rounds, and was emailing friends, I realized how thankful I am for THIS part of my life, the kinky part. I adore our readers and lurkers and am so thankful for them. I’m so thankful for the amazing friends we have made through all of this. Without our readers or the friends we’ve made we wouldnt have anyone to share this with. For me, thats such a great part of this. I love sharing my experience. So thank you to all of you for being here to share in this with us! <3

I have been trying to write this post all morning but the kids are very cuddly on mommy this morning. However, hubby is “sleeping” in the bedroom and enjoying(?), well maybe not so much enjoying but ENDURING his Thanksgiving morning! It’s no parade for him this morning, hahaha! I have my honey stuffed with the small njoy plug, tied to the bed and the wand secured around his cage. What an amazing way to spend your thanksgiving morning, don’t you think??

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About a half an hour into having him restrained like this I received a few texts and nothing does them justice like just taking a screenshot. He really was having a tough time because the wand was giving him just enough to edge him and keep him wanting to cum but he just wasnt getting pushed over. I told him he likely wouldnt want to cum because that wand was just going to give him some massive Post Orgasmic Torture, simply becausI have no plans to turn it off if it does happen. 🙂

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The best part of all of this is when I went in there and straddled the wand, just like it is there, and gave myself one awesome orgasm. I soaked right through my panties! Fuck it was fantastic! I did torment him a good portion of the morning already. He is still restrained and the wand secure but I turned it off for now to give the wand a rest and… well, lets be realistic here, with two young kids on Thanksgiving day I do need to have another functioning adult in the house or I’ll pull my fucking hair out. As much as I would love to make him sleep deprived (that is another fantasy of his) I dont feel like dealing with a crabass all day on my holiday.

I hope each and everyone of you (in the USA) have a wonderful Thanksgiving. Take a few minutes to really think about what you’re thankful for. To those of you who are in the rest of the world, I hope you enjoy your day as well.

It seems as though wearing the Revenge puts me in a more intense subby mood. Yes, being locked in the Jailbird does the trick, also, but the closed style of the Revenge really puts an emphasis on just how little control I have over my cock at the moment. Surrounded and compressed by unyielding steel, I don’t even have the ability to see my cock, let alone touch it.

My submissiveness is clearly showing – today, I had the urge to text My Lady (who was in the same room, btw… but so were the kids) that I was feeling extra submissive and I had the urge to serve her. She texts me back:

Good. When I leave the room, count to 30 and meet me in the bedroom.

She then slowly stood up and left the room. Next came the longest 30 seconds of my life.

When I walked into the bedroom, ML was laying on the bed, completely naked with her legs spread wide, her wet horny pussy waiting for me. ML didn’t have to say a word. I closed the door behind me, dropped to my knees in front of her, and began licking her pussy like a good boy.

After two quick (but very nice) orgasms,  it was time to head back to normal parenting life. But as I stood up above her, my cage looked so fucking sexy between her legs. Again, without a word, I slid the tube of the Revenge between ML’s pussy lips. She gasped and looked into my eyes with a look that said, “do it.” And I did.

The cage slid effortlessly into My Lady’s slippery pussy, and she began rocking her hips, fucking the curved shaft of the Revenge. It wasn’t long before she was ready to cum. It looked so wonderful, but it was so frustrating – I could feel the heat of her pussy warming the cage, but I couldn’t feel her warmth and wetness directly. I swore I could feel her pussy squeezing me, but in reality it was my cock throbbing against the walls of the Revenge. I was denied the heaven of feeling her pussy grip my cock with orgasmic spasms. I pulled out, jealous of the steel encasing my cock, coated with a generous amount of ML’s gooey pussy juices.

My Lady was amazed at how good the newly designed Revenge felt, and I’m sure she will be interested in doing this again… perhaps this weekend when she has me all to herself for the entire night. As for me, the frustration will only grow, but serving My Lady satisfies me like nothing else can.

Today marks the 17th day of uninterrupted cage time for my lonely cock, equaling my previous milestone for longest 24/7 lockup period. I thought it would be a good day to take stock of my current situation. Let’s take a good look at what’s going on with the sexual prisoner:

1) Medical status – so far, everything is looking fine down there. My skin is not having any issues as far as irritations, blisters, or infections related to the constant contact with the cage. I have experienced some skin discomfort after shaving, which My Lady and I both feel is due to the fact that I was shaving too often to try to keep my skin smooth down there. I’ve backed off again to once a week, which seems to be working well. I have to remember to lotion and/or lube more often, but other than that, everything is peachy.

2) Physical horniness – my cock has been EXTREMELY reactive to My Lady’s in-cage teasings. I believe that my cock itself misses getting hard, because it tries its hardest at the slightest provocation. ML has started to enjoy licking my cock through the bars of the JB, and she has gotten very good at finding that sensitive spot on the underside of my cock with her tongue ring. It makes me gasp and moan every single time, which is exactly why she does it! She will squeeze my balls and rub the exposed base of my cock as she does this, and it makes me want to cum so badly. It even feels like I very well could sometimes, if she would continue just a little more… but then she does continue, and the feeling just builds and builds, it never releases. That is when I begin to moan and squirm in frustration. It’s most likely only a matter of time until ML has to restrain me during these teasing moments.

3) Mental horniness – I’m really getting hit hard in this area. I’ve become more and more obsessed with getting this damn cage off of my cock. What’s been making it worse has been the glimpses of weakness in ML’s resolve, which have got me thinking of my possible release. I am fighting as hard as I can not to count the days until the cage comes off. But even without counting, it’s apparently clear that August has not even ended yet. Thinking about my orgasm is even worse, it is still incredible for me to think about having to wait another four months or so until my next orgasm. I’ve begun to truly miss it – the feeling of my orgasm washing through my body, my cock throbbing and spasming, the cum shooting from the head of my cock and landing on My Lady’s ass/tits/other various body parts. She sent me a text message earlier in the week of her sticking her tongue out at me, the angle of the pic was from slightly above her face. The first thing I thought was: Damn, I’d love to cum in her mouth and all over her chin while she was on her knees in front of me. And right then, I wanted it so bad, it hurt. But I couldn’t have it, and I won’t have it for a long time.

4) Other details – I feel as though I’m constantly leaking precum. Every night, after serving My Lady in some sexual way by either licking her pussy or sucking on her titties, I feel my cock gushing precum into my underwear as I drive to work. It makes me shudder and, of course, gets me even hornier as I remember exactly what caused it. ML has also begun to externally rub my prostate, which makes the pressure so much worse. My balls also feel extremely sensitive and swollen, the skin around them feeling as though it cannot get any tighter. I’m sure that’s not true, as there is plenty of time for ML to make them fuller and build up the cum that is trapped inside my body.

Every day from here on out (until ML unlocks me) is new territory to explore. I’m sure I’ll find more interesting tidbits to report on. Until then, this is your incredibly fucking needy and horny, desperate for just a hardon, dying for an orgasm correspondent cagedmonkey, saying “God I fucking need to cum.”   🙂