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I have incorporated BDSM and kink in my life for as long as I can remember. I feel like I was fairly knowledgeable. After I met Michele and we started to really connect I realized there were a few things that I didn’t know about. It’s not so much that I didn’t know about them as I didn’t know they were “a thing”. Something that has a name and volumes written about them. Two of these things are sub drop and aftercare. And they are intricately tied together.

The first is aftercare – In my previous very long term relationship there were a lot of things that I had to work hard to get. My desire to be spanked and whipped was very strong and was a core need. This is something that I needed to satisfy a missing part inside me. Unfortunately my partner was not a particularly willing participant. I was indulged on occasion but I had to really work to get it. Probably too hard and in ways that weren’t particularly healthy for either of us. We would negotiate and bargain. I would offer just about anything to get what I needed. They would reluctantly give in and provide a small level of what I was looking for. Or at least part of what I was looking for. This is where I experienced aftercare. Or more accurately didn’t experience aftercare. My partner was triggered by spanking or beating me so afterward they wanted to be by themselves. They didn’t want me around. They preferred I wasn’t even in the same room, certainly didn’t want to be touched or cuddle or anything like that and had no desire to talk about it at all. I on the other hand wanted (and needed) that physical touch. I wanted to hold and be held. I wanted to love and be loved. I didn’t get that. In some ways the isolation probably increased my want to be spanked. I didn’t know what “aftercare” was but I know I wasn’t getting it. I wish I had learned this much earlier in life.

The second is sub drop – This is how I learned about “sub drop”. Again, something I didn’t know had a name, only that I experienced it. All alone. After finally getting what I thought I needed I would start to spiral into feelings of guilt, of not being good enough, of being needy, or weird. The thing I wanted was not accepted and therefore I felt like I was not accepted.

I wish I knew about aftercare and sub drop much earlier. Not necessarily because I could change anything but so I could understand what was happening. I would have been able to identify my feelings and at least try to do something with them. I understood the concepts through the negative side of them. I didn’t get the care afterwards that I needed so I felt unwanted and unloved. I would suffer from “drop” but without the understanding of what was happening I couldn’t do anything to help stop it. I didn’t know how to talk about it with my partner but I also didn’t even know I needed to talk about it.

I have learned that aftercare is what prevents or at least reduces my experience of drop. I can also recognize when I am dropping or I am about to drop and know that I need more aftercare. It doesn’t matter if it is immediately after, hours, or even days later. I can, and do reach out to Michele to resolve whatever fears or other feelings I may be having. Needing to reach out days later doesn’t mean I didn’t get good aftercare immediately after an intense activity, it only means I need a little more. I may need reassurance. I may need to be told that I did good. Or even to be told I didn’t do good, that is ok too. We always welcome the opportunity to do better and we do it in a loving way. We look to the future allowing the past to guide us around things that might cause us to have problems.

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John

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Have you ever discovered that you have had a kink for a long time and you didn’t realize it?

It is really interesting to me that I have a degradation kink and I never knew it. Other people have this kink, sometimes to the point of a fetish but it has never been my thing. Apparently, I was wrong, it just took the right experience to bring it out.

How did this happen? It started after a challenging situation for me. The three of us, Michele, Jon and I, had been experimenting on ways to fulfill a mutual fantasy. What we were trying to do is find the best way for Michele to have Jon’s cock in her pussy while I have my mouth on her clit. These are both things that she likes and when both happen at the same time it is amazing for her, and us.

Logistically though this can be difficult. One particular night, I can remember us trying multiple positions. Until we found one where I was laying on my back on the bed. My head was at the end of the bed, hanging over a little. Michele was on top of me facing the other way with her pussy just over my face. Jon was standing (trying at least) at the end of the bed just over me so he could slide his cock in Michele’s pussy. Jon has a rather large cock so it makes the most sense for him to be in that position. I liked this as well as I had fantasized about being in this position many times over the years. Overall, it was a fairly successful position that we definitely hope to try some variation of again.

For now, I’m going to concentrate on my role in that particular encounter. Obviously I was there to have my mouth on Michele’s clit. We struggled a bit but were able to make this work. With my face in her pussy from below, Jon was fucking her from above. As he would slide in, his balls would slide across my face, landing right on my eyes and nose most of the time. This was very unexpected and, quite frankly, I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I guess my initial reaction was that I didn’t like it. His balls were cold and just sat there, not pressed down, I could just feel their weight. More than a couple of times his cock would slide out and land on my face as well. After Michele came hard on his cock she told him to cum in her pussy and on my face as he pulled out. From my position I couldn’t hear any of that. After he pulled out I briefly cleaned the cum off his cock and then went to work cleaning all the sex from Michele’s pussy, eagerly trying to catch everything as she pushed it out in to my mouth. It felt like a dream to be doing this, to be in this position, to fulfill this fantasy. I believe we were all left very satisfied.

This was a very intense experience and over the hours and days after we spent time discussing it and providing aftercare to each other. One of the things that came up for me was the experience of Jon’s balls across my face. It had a degrading feeling to it, in an unsettling way. Not bad, not good, just not understood. As we talked about it Michele shared how she really wanted him to cum on my face. I did not know this, at the time it happened I wasn’t exactly in a position to be able to hear anything. It’s not something I ever remember hearing Michele say before. When I first heard that she wanted Jon to cum on my face I was a little surprised by it. I didn’t understand why. What would she get out of it? Did she enjoy degrading me? I didn’t understand that I wanted to be degraded, to be humiliated. But, now I understand how this is a component of my submissive nature and I crave the experience. I crave wearing all that sex on my face as a “scarlet letter” of sorts. I want to be used for Michele’s pleasure and entertainment. I had never thought that I had a degradation kink, at least not to this level. I never considered being a cuckold, or cleaning up a messy pussy, or any act of submission to be degrading.

Well, it turns out that I have a rather strong degradation / humiliation kink. This experience isn’t when it started, but it is was the event that allowed me to really think about it and realize just how much I craved this. It’s funny how this knowledge has allowed me to remember things in such a wonderfully positive way. I now frame past experiences in a different light and that allows me to better understand what I was feeling at the time. In many ways, I accept that this is important to me and fulfills something inside me that I didn’t know I needed. This is just the beginning of this part of my journey. I look forward to looking deeper inside myself as I incorporate this in to my lifestyle.

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John

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Being long distance means staying connected in our kinky dynamic can be a challenge at times. One of the ways we manage that is through a group chat. Most days it is light and sporadic. Some casual conversation, a bit of kinky talk, and sometimes a small task for one of us subs. Other times it is simply checking in and staying present with one another.

Then there are nights like last night. Hours of nonstop conversation. Much of it kinky, and some of it very kinky. We use this time to talk openly about our wants and desires. Part of that includes revisiting memories of things we have already experienced together, usually focusing on one or two moments at a time.

It gives us space to share what we especially enjoyed or what left us craving to experience it again. Pictures often get exchanged, and quite frequently some are taken in real time to show just how strongly one of us, or all of us, are reacting to the conversation.

Clearly one of us was enjoying the conversation

We also spend time talking through fantasies. Sometimes we build on ones that are already part of our regular dynamic.

This often includes the person who first imagined the fantasy expanding it based on real life experience, while the others add their own perspectives. I particularly love discovering new things about myself through the fantasies of others. Just when I think I have a solid understanding of my own desires, I realize they were only the beginning. I love learning about myself and the people I care about, and I cannot think of a more intimate way to do that than through shared desire, honest conversation, and genuine care for one another. The opportunity to understand ourselves and each other more deeply is a beautiful thing.

As much fun as it is to relive past experiences, these conversations are also a space to share new fantasies. Some are ones we have never spoken out loud before, while others form naturally as the discussion unfolds.

As excitement builds, we encourage each other to explore and lean into those desires. It almost always leads to the same question by the end of the night.

How soon are you going to be here again?

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John

Both M and John described their experiences of the first time the three of us were together. While I won’t repeat all of the details they covered (hey…. I gotta milk you for the cross clicks, don’t I🤣), I did want to share some of the thoughts and feelings I was having during that first time.

One of the interesting things was how strange and weird it felt to have another person involved with M and me during sex…. but also how normal and natural it was. Over the last handful of years, I’ve tried to adopt the “if it turns you on, then why not” philosophy; this definitely fell into that category. And, from the way M was reacting to the attention from both of us, she was very turned on.

There was some initial unavoidable awkwardness – M was clear that she didn’t have much interest in John and I having contact with each other, and it took a little extra effort to negotiate our way around the bed. But all of that faded away once my cock started sliding into M’s pussy. It felt so good, and knowing that I was going to get to cum for the first time in what had to have been months most likely – I was just supremely happy to get that release. It was also very interesting to see how excited M got when John was licking the cum out of her pussy – i definitely gave him plenty to lap up, as you have seen from the pictures in the previous posts!

The bottom line for me was that it worked out okay: to be fair, it wasn’t a mind blowing sexual experience; but it was better than expected considering the newness of it all. And I was also glad that it wasn’t a huge mess of things…

The only mess involved was my cum and M’s pussy juice, but John took care of cleaning that up 😉

I wanted to chat about the first time the three of us were together, sexually… Mostly because I know a lot of you want to hear the juicy deets! (do people still say that word.? Lol) I do think it’s important for you to hear about how we got to that point. You know we like to keep the “real life” aspect of this blog so that’s what you all will get. In real life you don’t just hop in bed with two men for the first time and do all kinds of sexy stuff.
Since you all are blessed with having all three of us write on this blog, I’m hoping the guys will come and give their thoughts on this, as well. I can only give you my point of view, obviously!


When we started all this I remember the three of us talking a lot. You guys know how much we have talked in the past about the importance of communication. It really is the most basic and fundamental part of any relationship, even one like this. Of course our conversations took a turn to a sexual nature, how could they not? I can remember talking (I guess you could call it fantasizing) about cuckolding – in a lot of different ways. We talked about forced voyeurism, where we would tie cagedmonkey to a chair and force him to watch, while John and I had sex. I started telling the boys about a fantasy I wanted to fulfill. I had always thought about having sex doggy style, over top of someone’s face. The thought of our sex dripping down onto and being rubbed onto someone’s face while they eagerly waited to clean up the mess that was inevitable. Ok, writing this is getting me thinking about it and  it’s making me quiver.

Anyway, I know you’re waiting to hear how the three of us ran immediately to the bedroom, stripped naked and got in position, right? You’re thinking John standing behind my big beautiful round ass and my husband waiting beneath the two of us… Just watching as his cock about to slide in my wet, waiting pussy. Ok well I hate to break it to you but it wasn’t really like that. Yes, at some point we went to bed, all in the same bed, and yes the three of us all got naked.

However, nothing happened immediately. We talked some, I  touched them some and we talked more. I got out my keys, for both guys, and let them both out so we could play, freely, if it felt right. We talked about things we COULD do and things that sounded hot. Mostly we talked about how we would all feel if one or the other were to be having sex with me in front of the other? We talked about how I was going to need to be worked up and made ready for sex. So… I had each of the guys take turns licking my pussy which was very new for me and yes kinda awkward! We made sure to check in to see if we were still all ok, throughout.

After a bit more talking, I guided cagedmonkey up on top of me, missionary, and allowed him to slide his big cock inside me. One of the other things we had talked about in general was having a “clean up toy” or basically someone to clean up the sex, and that’s exactly what happened that night. Hubby and I had sex, John basically watched, he and I kissed, touched, I stroked his cock and then as a reward for being so good he got to clean up the mess. It felt awesome, amazing, insane, scary, and even nervewracking all at once!

None of it was perfect like you’d see in a porn film. In fact it was probably pretty awkward to watch lol. I know I was very worried that I made a mistake with both guys and they both would be upset with me. Oh I had so much going through my head after… That can be another post about mental health on its own but in the moment it felt all kinds of things but good trumped them all. We all did good aftercare, we checked in with each other as a group and individually, multiple times.

The most important thing to remember here is that this all may not go exactly as anyone plans but you really do just need to communicate and things can still turn out good.


If you made it this far, I can’t wait to tell you how much things have changed and how some things haven’t!


Until then, thanks for reading!

It seems strange to describe my current situation as “chastity” since I haven’t been wearing the cage for M for quite some time now. But it does apply, sort of, once you understand the thought process (and potential sequence of events involved).

You see, even though I haven’t been wearing the cage for M, we still haven’t had penetrative sex of any kind for a very long time – on the scale of months, at least (not even considering M’s recent recovery time). So while I may not be in physical chastity, I’m still being kept denied. And yes, I know… this isn’t “chastity” in its strictest sense. But we have discussed plans for reducing the sensations that my cock experiences in different ways.

We have talked about a possible future where my cock gets minimal to no “skin to skin” contact – either I’m only allowed to be touched through clothes, with sex toys, or with gloved/covered hands. I will be denied the warm touch that I will soon grow to crave; only allowed the feeling of cold, clinical plastic or latex. Perhaps M will make me earn physical touch on my cock… or perhaps deny me indefinitely….

At the time, following through on this idea is not feasible. But the idea is out there… and it does get me aroused any time I think about it. Why does the idea of my cock not receiving any real physical stimulation for unknown and extended periods of time? I’m not quite sure. I guess it’s the same thing that excited me about wearing the cage for M – it’s the control, the denial, and the eventual desperation of needing something so badly that I can’t have. What would I do to get what I’m so desperate to have?

There may be a point in time when I find out the answer to that question.

Madam and I have been alluding to the time period in between our last attempt at getting back into posting on the blog and now. Without getting into too much detail of what went on, here’s a semi-quick recap of the last 4-ish years in our lives.

You readers may notice that the post prior to these most recent ones was written in January 2021. Let’s see… did anything crazy happen during that time? I’m not sure that I can recall…..

Oh, yeah. THAT.

Yes, Covid hit us hard. Thankfully not too much on the health side of things (Madam and I both got covid twice), but it did take its toll stress-wise. Working in a health care setting, I was still going to work everyday in a high risk environment; in addition to that, work started to get extremely stressful (due to both staffing issues and…. let’s say “power dynamics”). It got so bad that I decided I needed to leave my job and get another position. In order to do that, we need to move to a slightly different area…

So, we ended up moving from Indiana…. to TEXAS.

Yes… the situation at my job was that bad.

Anyways… Texas has been pretty nice! The winters are great – minimal snow, we don’t see negative temperatures anymore. As for the 100+ degree summers – we have central air 😂 but, obviously, uprooting the family and moving a handful of states away to a new job required a lot of our focus. With that, the idea of restarting the blog (as well as reigniting our kink play) fell by the wayside. There were some difficulties along the way, but we worked through them and figured it out. And, in light of some fairly recent developments (which, I promise we will get to), we’ve been able to get back into the swing of things.

So, that’s the life situation. As for the “caged” situation…

During all of the above I spent less and less time caged (understandably). Over time, I began to think and realize the, while chastity was always exciting to me… the denial aspect was what really grabbed my interest. So, a year ago or so, Madam and I agreed to scale back chastity for me in order to make it easier to keep me edged and teased on a regular basis. I’m still going to stick with “cagedmonkey” – after all, locking up my cock is still 100% on the table as far as Madam and I are concerned. And don’t worry… she is still keeping me effectively denied, both from orgasms and even from her pussy.

I do want to thank you readers who stuck with us during our hiatus, and it really is great to see the response to our return. We love you guys! We are excited to invite you back into our FLR lives. And for those of you who visit this blog specifically for chastity stories and/or advice…. I promise, there will still be plenty of that.

“How?” you ask? Well… you’ll just have to keep reading to see…

What would this blog be without the tease? 😉

I recently posted about ML wearing some sexy undies for me, and DAMN did she look good. I also mentioned that we had bought a couple of sexy outfits for her, but they didn’t fit her humongous boobs.

Well, great news! We went shopping again, and we got ML an outfit that fit beautifully… and ML looked absolutely amazing.

Unfortunately I wasn’t able to get any pictures…..

Just kidding! I’m not that mean.

I’m so glad that ML allowed me to post some full body shots of her in this. She looks SOOOOOOO sexy!

The way this outfit hugs her curves makes me crazy!

Fuck…. her ass is just…. I really have no way to describe what it does to me.

Just like last time, ML really enjoyed watching my reaction to taking these pictures. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her beautiful body, she looked incredible! I also couldn’t help the reaction of my cock getting hard, which ML also liked seeing. She wanted me to fuck her while wearing the lingerie… how could I say no? 🙂

The sex only lasted for a few minutes – ML looked so fucking good in that outfit, I was ready to cum almost within seconds! But I tried hard to last just a little bit longer, and somehow (I have no idea how!) I succeeded… temporarily. I ended up trying to pull out and ended up ruining my orgasm all over the mattress!

If ML had planned to ruin my orgasm, it would have made for a super hot sexy pic to see the cum from ruined orgasm on her tummy while wearing that outfit. But, to be honest, the ruined orgasm was a complete mistake!

I’ve really been enjoying these fashion shows, and I LOVE seeing My Lady wearing these sexy outfits. We are looking at some more things to buy, so hopefully we can pick some new outfits and do some more photo shoots after our upcoming special “mini-vacation.”

Oh, we didn’t tell you about that? Oh yeah, we should really tell you about that…. stay tuned. 🙂

Cagedformymistress asked the following question on Twitter in response to my last post:

How are you even managing to have your cock in her pussy and not cum?

I get asked this a lot, actually. For starters, it’s not easy. Just this morning, ML and I had some “sneak away” sex while the kids were doing their regular morning breakfast/Youtube routine, and her pussy felt soooooo damn good. We haven’t had PIV sex for a couple of days, and she’s usually super tight under those circumstances. Plus, she wanted it from behind – her ass up against my hips, her pussy squeezing my cock nice and tight… damn I wanted to cum so badly.

But yeah, I had to stop. Because it’s still at least another 6 months before I get to cum….

Oh yeah, right! The question of how I don’t cum during sex…. sorry, got a little off track there.

The first thing to know is that I have experience with knowing how far I can push myself before losing it. Even before starting this blog, ML and I had fun with some low-key orgasm denial (she’s always been a cock tease, tbh). Because of this, I know when I need to slow down thrusting (or, in some cases, stop entirely) to avoid cumming. ML knows my tone of voice in these situations, can sense when it’s a true emergency, and allows me to take my time… although, sometimes she forces me to go a little longer and then pull out if she wants me to ruin my orgasm with her pussy (that’s a new favorite torture of hers).

The other thing to consider is that I usually can’t spend a lot of time with my cock as actually inside her pussy – if I did, there would be no chance of avoiding an accident. I almost always need to stop fucking her after a minute or less of actual sex. The short gifs you see on the blog aren’t just a small clip of us fucking, it’s pretty much all I can handle.

So, now you know the secret – I’m able to avoid cumming because I know when to stop, and I know not to push my luck for too long. I’m lucky that ML doesn’t mind that I can only give her sex for a couple of minutes maximum. She actually enjoys the fact that her pussy feels so good that it would make me cum in 20 seconds if I didn’t stop. Besides, if she didn’t want it this way, she wouldn’t keep me in this hyper-horny teased and denied state.

So I had been teasing on Twitter about buying ML some sexy lingerie. One of my three purchases finally came in the mail, but unfortunately didn’t fit very well when she tried it on – when it came down to it, her boobs were just too damn big.

A problem I’m sure many men wish their woman 5had.

There are two other ones I bought that still haven’t been delivered, so I guess we’ll see how those go when they get here. I’m the meantime, I did promise sexy outfit pics…. so ML was nice enough to model some panties for me that she had gotten a while back (before we moved) and she had never tried on.

And DAMN did she look good.

One of the first ones ML tried on for me was this pair of low-riding panties with and interesting pattern of straps in the back:

This one is so nice because it shows so much of her sexy ass!

(By the way, fair warning: there will be a lot of pics of ML’s ass in this post, so if you have a heart condition where seeing that amazingly-shaped butt is going to cause a health problem, you should look away now.)

Next, she tried on a pair of purple lacy panties:

And it wasn’t just her ass that was looking good in them:

I couldn’t help but take a peek.

Then she tried on a pair of burgandy panties that were just beautiful on her:

I swear, the shape of her ass when she bends over like that drives me crazy! At this point, I was way too turned on to only take pics:

I mean, can you really blame me? How could I resist this?

The last outfit ML tried on was this flower patterned baby doll nighty:

I mean, seriously? THIS is my wife? Just…. I don’t know what to say, other than “DAMN, THAT ASS!” And that outfit made everything look good:

I couldn’t help it this time either, I needed to fuck her. ML was so turned on by how excited I was seeing her in these outfits, her pussy was literally soaked:

Out of all of them, I think the burgandy one was my favorite. The nighty looked really nice, with the ruffles framing her ass so well… but the burgandy ones were just hot as fuck!

Which one was your favorite? Let us know in the comments!