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Lady M: I can’t get enough of feeling your body, touching you all over.

cagedmonkey: I love the way you touch me.

LM: I want to touch you all over. I miss your cock.

cm: Yeah, about that… can I ask you something out-of-role?

LM: Sure, baby. What’s up?

cm: It seems like lately you’ve been really missing my cock… I’d say almost as much as I do, but that’s pretty much impossible. But I’m getting the vibe that it’s starting to take its toll on you too. Do you want my help with finishing the whole month you planned to have me locked 24/7? If you start to break down, do you want me to remind you?

LM: I’ll be okay. When I tell you that I miss you cock, I’m just expressing myself. I’m not going to pretend that I don’t miss it.

cm: Good, I don’t want you to pretend. I also kinda like it that you miss it.

LM: Right. See, I can’t play that “hard ass Domme” role like I don’t want your hard cock. This stuff is hard on me too, you know.

cm: I know, but I need to know how bad you want this. Because I obviously want out of the cage, and if you start getting weak I can’t guarantee what I’ll try to talk you into it. But if you REALLY want this to happen, I’ll try my best not to push it. We may need to work together when we try to stretch to new limits.

LM: I do want to make it. I will let you know if I need your help. It’s only a few weeks, I should be able to make it.

cm: You say “only a few weeks” as if it’s not that much time. To me, it’s “a few weeks!”

LM: Only a few weeks until I get to wrap my hand around that big fat cock of yours.

cm: Mmmmm, I love it when you describe it like that!

LM: Well, it is big and fat… but only when I allow it to be.  😉

(WARNING: This post does not have all that much to do with chastity, so if you’re looking for hot & horny posts, check out some of our other blog entries.)

I’m usually not interested in all of that celebrity gossip/TMZ crap, so I’ll admit that I had only just barely heard about the whole Gwyneth Paltrow thing about “conscious uncoupling.” (Note: I had to go to Google to find out how to spell “Gwyneth Paltrow” correctly. So, yeah.) For those of you who are like me and couldn’t care any less about it… basically, she’s splitting up with her husband but she doesn’t want to call it a divorce. So she came up with this “conscious uncoupling” bullshit to make it sound better than it actually is.

The only reason I mention it is because I read an article in Time magazine today – yes, I read Time magazine, what’s it to ya? – that references the whole situation. Joel Stein writes in the latest issue’s “The Awesome Column” (a satirical humor article that I usually find very funny) about how, inspired by Paltrow’s epic euphamism, he tried to bring the subject up with his wife. He described it as almost like asking for a mid-marriage prenup, which predictably went over worse than asking for a regular prenup.

Anyway, I’m not randomly babbling here. At the end of his article, Stein writes:

It turns out that part of what keeps a marriage going is the pretense that it always will, that the choice over continuing has been taken away from you by the law, social shame and daily habit. It’s unconscious coupling, and I want to keep it that way.

Now to be fair, a lot of what Stein writes is tongue in cheek sarcasm, but I think he’s being serious here. He’s also 100% wrong. Basically, his argument is that the only reason people stay married is because they have to. Does that sound like a wonderful, loving marriage to you? Not me, either. If the only reason he stays married to his wife is because he feels obligated to, I feel sorry for him.

My Lady and I have been through some tough times in our marriage; times where each of us started taking the other for granted, where we fell into a rut, when we were with each other just because we were with each other. Not until we worked out our issues and really started to choose to be with each other did we truly open our eyes and see how wonderful our love and our marriage could be. We aren’t with each other out of habit. We are with each other because we both feel that being in each other’s life makes our own that much more fulfilling. I don’t stay married to my wife because of the so called “social shame” Stein mentions. If anything, I’m fucking proudto be married to such an amazing woman!

Gwyneth Paltrow is shooting for “conscious uncoupling.” Joel Stein wants to build his marriage around “unconscious coupling.” But wouldn’t being with the one you love by choice instead of by force be that much more blissful?

Wouldn’t “conscious coupling” be the pinnacle of a healthy, loving marriage?

Wanna know how desperate I am to cum? I got sick with a cold, and I’m still fucking horny as hell!

I spent a good part of yesterday cooking up a nice little cold, and by the end of the night it was bad enough that I ended up calling in sick to work. Did that stop me from following My Lady around like a lapdog all day long, asking her if there was any way to serve her, sexual or otherwise? Of course not. In fact, we even shared a shower later on in the night. I sensually washed My Lady’s incredibly sexy body, getting down on my knees in the shower to wash her feet and legs. I also played with her pussy, giving her a nice strong orgasm which may or may not have including squirting; couldn’t really tell with the warm water rushing down our bodies.

And this morning, just ten minutes ago, I woke up next to My Lady’s naked body next to me in bed. She was still sleeping, cuddled up next to me. I ran my hands up and down her side, brushing her hip with my fingertips. I gently pushed her to roll her over on to her stomach, taking care not to wake her up. I softly squeezed her ass and then slid my hand up between her legs. I rubbed my fingers up and down the lips of ML’s already wet pussy (what was she dreaming about, I wonder?), before pushing a finger all the way inside on one thrust.

My Lady moaned deeply and loudly. I absolutely LOVE waking her up like that and seeing her reaction. Even though she is still half asleep, she still bucks her hips back to meet my hand, unconsciously wanting more of my touch. I continued this for a few minutes until I knew she was awake, but I stopped before she had a chance to cum – unfortunately, My Lady is also sick, and unlike her intensely horny toy (ME!), she doesn’t seem to need an orgasm today. Yet. 🙂 When she wakes up, that could possibly change. As I’ve been going crazier and crazier with horny, she’s been wanting it more and more as well.

At the very least, I hope that we shake off this cold soon… it’s not doing me any good to be sick AND horny!!!

As far as fetishes and kinks go, male chastity can be very diverse. Many things can be added to or augmented to chastity; no two experiences will be exactly the same. What I’ve found is that chastity has opened up many different areas of kink to My Lady and me. There are things we thought we’d never try that we found were a huge turn on for both of us.

Last night at work, ML and I were having one of our “remember when” discussions about  the time she fulfilled my rape fantasy. I was amazed at how incredible the experience was, and how much I enjoyed it… after the fact, of course! As we were talking, we began to brainstorm about how to take it to the next step. As we were considering a lengthier scene, ML writes me the following text:

“Not too tough with enough time to spread it out. Like being kidnapped, kept, and repeatedly raped, hehe.”

My jaw literally dropped.

And my cage immediately got tighter.

What a GREAT IDEA!!!!!

We spent the next two hours, tossing around ideas for how to draw it out, including but not limited to: sending the kids to a multi-day camp, so she could abuse me over the course of days; cuffing me in various positions in various places around the house; blindfolding me, and using a variety of toys on me without warning; fucking my ass with the strap on, or toys of her choosing as I lick her pussy; leaving me restrained while she goes to rest, returning later to continue her assault; riding my cock while shoving a dildo up my ass; keeping the tease up while the kids are home, sneaking into the kitchen when I’m alone and roughly fingering my ass, giving me no place to hide; and so on.

Needless to say, my cock was trying its best to get hard. In vain, of course, pushing against the walls of the Revenge. But DAMN, was it hot. It was turning us both on! I have a feeling this will happen sometime in the future. 

It really is amazing that My Lady and I can discuss these dark desires with each other, without worrying about how the other will react. We made a promise to each other when we started this to be honest and open about any fantasies we have, no matter how out there they may seem. How else would we know if we liked something or not without trying it first?

I know all you guys out there always say that I’m the luckiest guy in the world, and I really am…. but not for the reasons you think. It’s not because My Lady locks up my cock for weeks on end, denying me orgasm until I’m insane with need, teasing me mad until I’m about to explode. It’s because I have a partner who loves me, respects me, and cares for me enough to allow me to trust her with anything and everything that is inside me without fear. And she has the same thing in me. THAT is why I’m so lucky.

Ok, I won’t deny it… I’m pretty lucky for those other reasons, too. 🙂

On Sunday night, My Lady and I sat down together for a few drinks while watching some TV together. We probably should have prepared a little more for the drunkenness ahead, because in the past these types of “drinking nights” have led to weaknesses in ML’s resolve. In other words… when we get drunk together, we usually end up fucking no matter what the chastity situation is. Sometimes I’m a good boy and I hold back when ML denies me. Sometimes ML needs to feel it and she allows me to cum inside her. We felt that we had some added extra security, knowing that it was ML’s time of the month. Would this time be different? Well…

After a few drinks, kisses, and horny touches, My Lady began to tell me how badly she wanted to have a nice hard cock inside her. I told her I’d be happy to oblige, but I couldn’t unless she released me. At first she shook her head and told me that I should go get the strap on instead, but then she seemed to soften up a bit. She talked about how she really did miss my cock, the hardness of my shaft combined with the softness of my skin. Then I asked her the fateful question of the night…

“Would you be mad if you happened to pass out drunk, if I unlocked myself and fucked you?”

And she thought about it!

This comes back to a post ML wrote about whether or not she wants me to disobey her. We’ve talked about it before, and so I kinda already knew where she stood. But I had to ask anyway.

She responded with a long “Hmmmmm…”

Then she reached behind her neck and took the chain that holds my key off of her neck. I looked at her with a confused and excited face. “If you’re going to do it, I figured I’d start you off. But you gotta get me to drink more first.” She smiled at me. I jumped off the couch and poured her another glass of wine. While I was up, she also told me to get a porn DVD that we got for free with an online sex toy purchase.

WTF??? We’re going to watch porn together? I thought. But there was no way I was going to argue. I popped the DVD in and we started to watch.

We watched the first few scenes, and slowly both of us began to realize something – the movie wasn’t all that great. I mean, yeah, it was porn, so we were both getting horny… but it could have been so much better. The girls were obviously faking it (except for one girl-on-girl scene, one of the chicks was REALLY getting into it, you could tell!), and the guys were not even doing a good job with their dicks. I said casually to ML, “Man, I could fuck you so much better than that and make it look so much better.”

She whispered in my ear, “Oh yeah? Show me.” My eyes shot wide open. I asked if she was sure; she nodded. In an instant, the key was in my hand working on the security screw on my Jailbird. My cock sprang out and was fully hard in seconds.

So much for being locked in the cage 24/7 for two months!

I was ready to fuck her immediately, only one problem – the dreaded cycle. What to do? My Lady had a wonderful suggestion:

“Why don’t you just fuck my ass?”

Well then! Sounds like a plan to me!

I lubed us both up and slowly slid my cock into her tight ass. We both moaned loudly as I sunk in further. I was still wearing the ring of the Jailbird, so my cock was extra full and hard, and she definitely felt the difference. I fucked her ass slowly, making sure not to cum and ruin the ENTIRE chastity plan and start over at square one. But as we went on, the alcohol started to get my head swimming, which pushed my urge to cum at bay. Soon I was fucking her pretty hard in the ass, and she was loving it.

We stopped, and we planned to take a shower together. I stood up and ML went to get the DVD out of the player, which is located on a floor level compartment of our entertainment center. All of a sudden, the animal in me took over and I came up behind her and shoved my cock back into her ass. She moaned and squealed in that sexy “give it to me harder” way, so I did. HARD. FUCKING HARD. I pounder her until her face was pressed into the carpet. I pulled her hair as I thrusted into her. I slammed my cock into her as I spanked her ass and called her my anal fuck slut. And she loved every moment, asking for it harder and deeper. She really is an amazing woman. 🙂

After washing off in the shower together, we staggered into the living room to remove all evidence of our alchohol/porn fueled sex romp (just in case the kids woke up early the next morning, lol). We snuggled in bed together, sans clothes and sans cage. It was wonderful.

The next morning, we got out of bed. ML looks at me and seriously asks me, “Did you fuck my ass last night?”

“Uhhhh, yeah!” I replied. “You don’t…”

She shook her head.

She didn’t remember ANY of it! She remembered the drinking and porn parts, but drew a total blank on the ass fucking!* I told her that was fucking hot, and she smiled a huge smile at me. I put my cage back on before heading downstairs, the two month plan destroyed but the four month plan very much still in play. And I ended up getting something I was craving very badly, but still I’m denied and needing to cum bad.

*Note: when ML reads this post, it will probably be the first time she hears about what happened. I didn’t give her many details when she asked what happened. So, look for her in the comments. She may have some interesting things to say about being my “anal fuck slut” for a night!

I usually don’t work in absolutes, but I’m going to drop one on you right now only because it’s 100% true: every man should learn how to eat pussy. Period. Chastity or not, it’s one of the greatest and most generous things you can do for your lover. I always enjoyed it, way before the FLR/chastity lifestyle with My Lady began to form. For me, it’s such a turn on to know I can satisfy my wife with just my tongue (or fingers, should the desire arise). And now that I am in chastity, my pussy eating skills are all that more important!

It is very easy to enjoy licking My Lady’s pussy, simply because her pussy is DELICIOUS. Her taste and smell turn me on so much that I cannot get enough of it. I can (and have) eaten her pussy for as long as she will let me… 15 minutes, 30 minutes, an hour… it’s like an all you can eat buffet for me! I love the way she reacts to my tongue, gradually moaning more and more, louder and louder, until I push her over the edge of orgasm and she explodes. I don’t mind getting her gooey pussy juices all over my chin, or even the occasion squirt on my face… I wear it like a badge of honor. 🙂

I was always pretty good at oral sex; I have a strong, agile tongue that can handle lots of work. I’m also very dedicated to pleasing ML. But the most important aspect of my pussy eating prowess is the fact that I LOVE doing it! Naturally, you are going to be better at doing something you like. Speaking of: to those guys out there who don’t like eating pussy… what the fuck is wrong with you? REAL MEN EAT PUSSY. Give up your hang ups and just do it. Otherwise, some guy who likes doing it is going to do it better than you and steal your woman. Don’t say I didn’t warn you! 😉

So, as I was saying… I’m pretty good at eating ML’s pussy. But just like anything else, there is always room for improvement. So I ended up reading through She Comes First: The Thinking Man’s Guide to Pleasuring a Woman to see if I could learn a few tricks. And learn a few tricks, I did! I learned how to control the amount of pleasure I give My Lady, holding back at times to build tension: for example – pressing my tongue firmly on her clit and holding still; after a few seconds, she very often starts asking (begging?) me to make her cum. That’s when I unleash on her to release that stored up tension, flicking her clit quickly with my tongue until she cums good and hard. Using this rhythm, I can draw out the pussy licking over a much longer amount of time, pleasing ML almost endlessly, instead of just going right for it, making her cum hard, and draining her of energy.

I highly recommend this book, for beginners or for so-called “experts.” Everyone can get something out of it. Thanks to this book, I can now make My Lady buck and bounce all over the bed while I’m eating her pussy. I sometimes have to hold her down just so she doesn’t push me off of her with her hips. And the noises she makes… let’s just say I need to be really careful about when I lick her pussy, so I don’t end up waking up the kids, or any of the neighbors! 😉

Eating pussy is an excellent tool for a man to please his woman, and I feel that every man should learn how to do it well. It’s wonderful foreplay, a great way to turn your partner on. And for those of us in chastity – where foreplay is pretty much the only sex we are allowed to have – it is an essential skill for pleasing your keyholder.

(Okay, no kidding… “The Final Countdown” is actually playing as I’m writing this post! LOL)

Today is the day. Hopefully by the time you read this (or perhaps even as you are reading this!) I will be cumming in, on, and around My Lady’s body!

Later today, ML and I will be dropping off the kids for an overnight stay at a babysitter’s house, and we will be headed for a nearby hotel/casino for some gambling and our first overnight stay in a hotel without the children present. It promises to be a lot of fun, especially since My Lady has promised to unlock me and have tons and tons of loud, passionate sex with me! I cannot wait!

This feeling is equal parts amazing and nerve racking. It’s amazing because I really do NEED to cum at this point! In fact, tonight before I left for work, ML was teasing my cock in its cage and I was begging her to be unlocked. Any amount of time – an hour a few minutes even… I was desperate to be out of the cage. My desire to cum is even worse than the desire to get hard, but I needed at least one of the two. Finally having an orgasm after about a month of going without is going to be a relief like I have never felt before!

On the other hand… I know what is waiting for me after this weekend. My Lady has laid out the plans for me already – I will be locked 24/7 for two whole months until her birthday. No erections, no time out of the cage. My cock will be encased in steel until April. And looking past that, I will be denied orgasm for at least four months until my birthday in June. I have no idea how I will be able to get through it. Going one month was hard; going four months might just turn me into a desperate, begging, pleading puddle of need! It just might break me! But it is what My Lady wants, so it is what My Lady gets.

Oh yeah, did you notice, by the way… I said “at least four months”? Yes… I’m not even guaranteed an orgasm on my birthday! According to ML, if she is well satisfied (which I always make sure she is) and if she enjoys my desperation enough (which I assume she will, seeing how she reacted to my state during this period of denial), she may decide to extend my denial even further. Fireworks on July 4th? Possibly. Even farther than that? She didn’t rule it out. When I asked if I was going to cum again this year at all… even then, she was non-committal.

Looks like I better enjoy myself this weekend while I can. Who knows when I will get my next chance?

Last night  My Lady and I were able to get a babysitter so we could go out to dinner and start up our traditional Date Night once again. We dropped the kids off and headed over to the restaurant that serves the drinks perfectly to ML’s liking – yes, we choose our place to eat on how well the drinks are made.  🙂

In the past, ML and I have gotten somewhat freaky in the car ride to and from dinner (one time, I actually made her squirt all over the floor mat!). I didn’t expect too much craziness tonight, though, due to it being ML’s “time of the month.” We had our normal touchy/squeezy/feely time on the way to dinner, enjoying our time without the kids in the car.

When we got to the restaurant, we were seated in a booth, and ML and I sat on the same side – awwwww, how cute, right? I wouldn’t say “cute” exactly, since ML was planning to touch and tease me throughout dinner! ML had me unlocked for most of today, and she wanted to take full advantage of that PLUS the fact that the kids weren’t around.

After a few drinks, ML was feeling frisky and she told me to take my cock out of my pants so she could stroke me at the table. I sneakily slid my cock through my zipper, and her hand gripped me tightly as she slowly stroked me. I had a difficult time keeping my moans under control as she delicately teased the sensitive spot under my cockhead. I could see ML was enjoying it too, as she was rolling her hips slightly, almost as if she were riding me.

A few more drinks, and ML was certainly having a good time. I was rubbing my hand up her back and down to the waistband of her pants, slipping inside to rub her ass from time to time. Then, inspiration hit me… I slid my hand down further and pushed my middle finger into her asshole. She gasped and then she moaned softly.

“Yeah, do it,” she said. I needed no more encouragement. I began tiny thrusts in and out of her asshole, and soon she began to moan a little louder. It was when she started to bite on her thumb I knew I was making real progress.

“Oh, God, I’m gonna cum…” she whispered. And cum she did! She wasn’t too loud, but it was loud enough for me to hear, and get VERY aroused by. She was grinding down on my hand, cumming pretty hard from just one of my fingers in her ass. After about 20 seconds, she started to come down and regained her composure just before our waitress visited our table. It’s too bad, really… I was hoping to make her order another drink while I was one knuckle deep in her ass. 🙂

Needless to say, we got the check shortly after and bolted for the car. Once inside, My Lady took the opportunity to do something she gets to do very rarely – cum LOUD. We kissed and she rubbed her horny pussy through her pants (period be damned, lol). She was ready to cum very quickly. I slid my hand down between her legs and began rubbing with her, and I whispered in her ear, “Cum, nice and loud for me.”

She totally let loose. Saying she came hard and loud is an understatement. She kept going for a good half minute, moaning louder and louder as waves of pleasure coursed through her entire body. Higher and higher she went, louder and louder she got until she was basically shouting out her orgasm. I absolutely LOVE it when she cums like this. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. When she holds nothing back, she is so amazing and beautiful. It’s beyond words.

My Lady wasn’t finished even then. On the ride back home, the aftershocks of her massive orgasm kept hitting her, and each one seemed to trigger its own (admittedly smaller) orgasm. My Lady was cumming in the passenger seat next to me as I drove, without even touching herself. She writhed and squirmed in the seat, moaning almost the whole way home. Luckily, she was able to compose herself by the time we picked up the kids. She must have been completely satisfied because she dozed off in the car on the ride home.

It was a fantastic night, except for the fact that I had to go to work following all of this. I would have much rather spent the night with ML – snuggling, kissing, perhaps giving her more orgasms if she wanted them. Instead, I’m stuck at work, once again locked up and denied orgasm. After twelve days of not cumming, I’m patiently waiting for my turn to have a massive orgasm. When it will be is up to My Lady…

There were plenty of surprises this weekend, both welcome and unwelcome. I’ll start at the beginning.

My Lady and I had a great time at the casino celebrating our wedding anniversary. We somehow managed NOT to lose all of our money, so I’m chalking that up as a win. On our way out of the casino, we stopped by the roulette table for “The Spin.”

My Lady chose the spin, and the ball was flung around the wheel, ready to randomly choose my fate. The ball bounced down to the number slots as I looked on, and I could see the ball beginning to settle. It was rolling between 0 and 32, back and forth… it seemed like it was torturing me!! Then…..

The roulette spinner picked the ball up and spun it again! I don’t know why a respin was called for – perhaps there was an improper bet or whatever, I don’t know all the rules to these games – but she flung the ball again for a new trip around the wheel. ML and I waited for the spin to stop…. and finally it landed on….

Thirty.

Another THIRTY days of denial for me!

But wait, that’s not the end of our story….

[Warning: possible graphic language and descriptions ahead, proceed with caution]

When we got home and dispatched of the babysitter, ML and I began to get intimate. She was gracious enough to give me an anniversary present and allowed me to make love to her and cum inside her. It didn’t take long in the slightest. It was WONDERFUL to finally get release after so long. We came together as she slowly rode on top of me. We ended up falling asleep in each other’s arms. It was so great. ML decided on giving me a short chastity honeymoon – most likely covering the holiday weekend, giving us Sunday night to enjoy ourselves and I would be locked back up for work Monday night.

Last night ML wanted to start things off by having me masturbate and shoot a nice big load all over my stomach – and, conveniently get a video of it to torture me with when I couldn’t masturbate later (she can be evil sometimes, I love it!). I stroked myself and was ready to cum pretty quickly, and in no time my cock was shooting warm pink cum all over my stomach…

Wait….

What?

PINK CUM?!?!?

I wasn’t even fully done with my orgasm before I started thinking, “Oh fuck, something is seriously wrong here.” I cleaned the blood-tinged cum off of me, as well as a “clot-like” thing that was on my hand…

[Hey, you come to this blog looking for honesty and no bullshit posts about male chastity, so you’re getting it. This is what happened. I’m sorry if it grosses, but real is real].

… and I promptly started freaking out. Why am I cumming blood? What is wrong with me? Do I need to go to the hospital? Am I going to explain to a doctor what ML and I have been up to? And why is the idea of confessing to a doctor scarier to me than the fact that there’s actually blood in my semen?

So yeah, the whole spirit of the honeymoon kinda died right there.

Since last night, ML and I have done some research (to come in an ML post, most likely later today), and the research has been comforting. There was no full on BLOOD in the semen, just a little tinge. We have found that it is quite normal (WTFHOWCOULDTHISBENORMAL?!?!?) and it’s nothing to be majorly concerned about unless I’m in pain, the problem continues or gets worse. We’ve decided to take a small break from chastity, possibly around a week or so. During this week, ML will most likely allow me to cum a few times, in part to see what happens, as well as to help “flush the pipes” so to speak.

I wish I didn’t have to go so far as cumming blood to get a week of free orgasms, but there you have it.

OMFG! Cagedmonkey was unlocked for our anniversary so we hid the JailBird in the back of a drawer no one ever goes in. Sure enough, out walks our 8yo daughter with the steel cock cage in her hand asking, “Mommy, What’s this? It looks like a metal sock!”

Holy crap! Hahaha so freaking funny… I think my hubby and I both about wanted to die! I just told her, “yup, it sure does look like a sock!” And daddy quickly says “it’s a piece to something for the plumbing” haha not totally untrue… just that it goes to HIS plumbing.

Oh man that was freakin hilarious! That’ll teach us to put our toys away when we’re not using them! 😀