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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.

One of my most favorite ways to please My Lady is by worshipping her pussy, especially with my mouth. I take great pride in my pussy-licking abilities, and I am very happy that I am able to give ML an orgasm by using just my mouth. Fingers and toys can enhance the experience, but nothing beats flicking My Lady’s clit with my tongue and making her cum.

Tonight was a rather passionate pussy-licking night. We have been somewhat hesitant to allow her body to really let loose after her surgery, for fear that the muscle tension may cause her pain. But tonight, I thought to myself, “Fuck it, I need to eat that wet horny pussy… it’s been too damn long!”

I love the way ML reacts to oral sex. She absolutely loves it when I “make out” with her pussy, kissing it as I would the lips on her face. She moans loudly when I rub my face all in her juices. Tonight, she was very vocal, which turned me on SOOOOO much. Of the numerous things she cried out as I ate her pussy, both sensical and non-sensical, here are a few gems:

“I love your fucking tongue on my pussy.”

“Ooooh yes, you eat that pussy like a good boy.”

“Yeah, suck my clit into your mouth, baby.”

“It’s like I’m fucking your face… RRRRRGH!”

“Fucking A, that tongue!”

I was in heaven, I would have had a huge smile on my face had it not been stuffed in her dripping wet pussy. And she tasted WONDERFUL tonight. I think she missed it a little bit, too!

As you may have read in an earlier post, My Lady recently had shoulder surgery that has left her with pretty much only one functional arm for the next few weeks. I’ve been waiting on her hand and foot (and toes!) for a couple of days now; it has been rough working so hard for her, but thing are settling into a groove. She is starting to feel better, as well as slowly returning to her “insatiably horny and wet all day every day” status. 🙂

Over the past few days, I have realized that I truly am at peace when I am serving ML. Sexual service is obviously more exciting, however serving her in non-sexual ways also gives me an energy from within. Most importantly,  I thrive on her feedback; it was rough going when she was in pain and feeling terrible, but it is getting better as her mood is improving. I live to hear those words “such a good boy” escape those sexy lips.

I have spent most of the past week unlocked, however I have still been denied an orgasm (still cum-less in 2014!). As ML’s physical comfort has allowed, I have been pleasing her with my tongue, hands, and also with my cock. She has mentioned on quite a few occasions that I feel exceptionally large this week. While I’m not the type to figure out exactly why I’m receiving these AWESOME comments – what guy doesn’t want to hear they have a huge cock? – it may be due to the fact that the frequency of penetrative sex has been less leading up to now. All bragging aside, I have somehow managed to hold myself off from cumming during this time. I can’t count how many times I’ve WANTED to shoot my load of cum deep in her wet warm pussy, but so far I’ve been that “good boy” that I strive to be.

What exactly makes some of us sub males so dedicated to our keyholders that we are willing to be SO committed to our chastity and orgasm denial? Why do some men need anti-pullout features on their chastity devices, while others can fuck their KH without going over the edge?

I can’t speak for everyone, but for me it’s that I am fully focused on My Lady’s pleasure. She gets off on the control she has over me, and I get off on her controlling me. I know that she would be extremely disappointed if I were to cum without permission (unless she forced me to, but that’s a different story). For me, it’s about giving My Lady what she desires. And what she desires is a man who will allow himself to be denied indefinitely until she wants to please him, and who will serve her every need until that moment occurs.

She wants a good boy. And I want that to be me. 🙂

cagedmonkey: A few days ago, My Lady was laying on the couch with me, teasing the cock with her talented mouth, when she began to partake in one of her newfound pleasures – deepthroating me and making herself gag. She looked up at me as she did it, and was she ever beautiful. I reached out to pull her closer to me, and then all of a sudden we both felt the mood change.

At almost the same moment that I began to move my hand up, My Lady guided my hand to the top of her head. I began to slowly push her farther down, forcing her to gag harder on me. She looked up at me and nodded. I needed no further invitation.

The Power Switch had taken effect.

My Lady and I are almost always in an FLR situation, however we do both like to switch every so often; I like to feel what it is like to be in control while she enjoys the feeling of not being responsible for her own actions. Oddly, these urges seem to coincide, as they did on this particular night.

I started my lifting my hips off the couch, sliding my cock deeper into her throat – and it was MY COCK this time. 🙂 She choked and gagged on my thick cock, trying hard not to back off of it but failing to subdue her reflexes. I pushed her down with my hand further, forcing her to take it. When I pulled her mouth off of me, her eyes were watering and drool was pouring out of her mouth onto my cock.

I lifted her up and told her to lie on the couch. Then I got on top of her and shoved my cock inside her tight horny pussy. I fucked her hard; “pounded her pussy” would be a good way to describe it. I talked dirty to her – I called her my fucking slut, asked her how much she loved to be fucked by my big cock, told her to beg for it harder. And she did. When I told her I was going to make her suck her pussy juices off of my cock, she whimpered, “no, please, no Sir.” And so….

(During past attempts at dominating ML, I’ve had trouble with this part – doing something that I want to do that ML says no to. There are some things we’ve talked about that are ABSOLUTELY NO’s that we both agree on, but there are also soft no’s. This was one of them.)

… I pulled out of her dripping wet pussy and, without hesitation, pushed my shiny cock right into her slutty little mouth. I fucked her mouth like she was my whore, because at that moment, she was. I was not her sub, her plaything. She was my fucktoy, to use as I wished.

I continued to fuck her hard, pounding her deep, spanking her ass as I pushed her face into the couch cushions. From the sounds she was making, I could tell she loved every minute of it. And afterwards, I gave My Lady the aftercare that she so badly needed, telling her that I loved her, and that I was so proud of her for letting me use her like that and trusting me to do so. I held her close to me, kissed her softly… and again, she came while we laid there together.

(It’s so awesome when she cums sponatneously like that!!!!)

I was very surprised and proud of myself afterwards. I had never been so dominating with her before. Previously, I was always like, “Yeah, I’m gonna use you… um, if it’s okay with you.” This time I was like, “You’re mine, and I’m fucking you the way I want to… the way I would fuck a dirty little slut, because that is what you are to me right now.” And, even more incredible…. I managed not to cum!!! I so badly wanted to – ML would have looked SOOOO nice with a load of hot cum dripping down her chin onto her tits – but, deep down, I always will be My Lady’s good boy. ML allows me to take control of her in this way, and to show gratitude I will never take advantage of that control to violate our core principles of chastity.
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Lady: I’m naturally a dominant person so letting someone have the control over me that I allowed cagedmonkey to have takes an extreme amount of trust. The point is, is that we can have these times of Switching because I, in fact, do trust him. In 14 years he’s learned my limits and knows what is ok and not ok. He knows I know my safe word and trusts me that I will use them.

So the other night when we switched I certainly felt like I was a dirty naughty little slut. I gave him complete control, he forced his cock in my throat and made me gag on it. Grabbed my hair and my head and pulled me on to his cock and I felt like I was being used. Just a hole to be fucked. That night he took more control and forced me to do things he knew I really thought were gross and didn’t want to do… but I did them because he was in control. Making me clean off my own pussy juices and cum from his cock… so dirty. He was in control so I did as I was told, I said “yes, sir” like I was supposed to and took the hard fucking he gave me over and over because he was in control. 🙂

I was extremely proud of myself for giving up my control even for that time and super proud of my hubby for taking it and trusting that I would only take what I could truly handle.

I’m most proud of the fact that my cagedmonkey deep down is so devoted to me and my control over him that he continued to deny himself orgasm. He knew I didn’t want him to cum yet and even in the Dominant role when he could have he didn’t want to disappoint me.

These are some of the reasons I love this man more and more every day! Such a good boy, a respectful, wonderful, amazing, committed boy! My boy! <3

I used to feel the same way.

There was a time when I was younger that my main kink was tease & orgasm denial. I was very turned on by the idea of being brought to the edge of orgasm over and over, but not be allowed to cum – for hours or even days at a time. Bondage, of course, came along with this as well, reinforcing the idea that I was dependent on the woman teasing me to give me an orgasm when she desired.

While indulging in my fantasies by reading stories and such, I would frequently come across the subject of male chastity. I didn’t quite get it. “I want to be teased, not left alone and ignored!” was my thought process. I wanted the woman to play with me, drive me crazy, and make me beg to cum. How was that supposed to happen with my cock locked away in a contraption that kept it from being touched?

I’m not sure when the tide began to turn, but the sense of control started to fascinate me. My OD fetish was basically a control fetish – giving up control of my orgasm to someone else. Male chastity had the same principles, only more so – not only would my orgasm be under control of someone else, but also my ability to touch myself, even the ability to simply get hard would be taken from me. And isn’t male chastity just a more personal, more intense, constant form of bondage?

THAT was when it really clicked for me.

I could not fathom what that must feel like – to be crazy horny and turned on, and yet not be able to do anything about it. Forget having an orgasm, even having an erection is not possible when in chastity. Could I handle it? Could I go weeks without an erection? Months?

And I will tell you this…. the feeling is even more mind blowing that I thought it could be.

I am still amazed and thrilled by the amount of power My Lady has over my sexuality. I only get hard when and if she allows it. I only get to feel the soft walls of her warm, wet pussy when she desires it. I only get to cum when she wants me to. And there is nothing I can do about it, besides beg and plead and accept her answer. Meanwhile, she gets to cum whenever and however she demands.

There are days I still look down and see the cage locked onto me, and I think, “Jesus, this is fucking CRAZY!” But, honestly, there is no other way I would rather have it. Ironically, her control over me gives me the freedom to focus on pleasing her. I know that if and when I’m allowed to fuck ML and cum deep inside her, I will have earned it through my devotion to her.

Ever since I woke up this morning I have been the target of My Lady’s extremely agressive sexual advances. My wake up call this morning consisted of ML crawling into bed with me and squeezing my naked ass cheeks (our agreement requires me to sleep naked) as she licked and sucked on my neck. Then she began whispering in my ear pretty much everything she said in her previous post as I moaned and squirmed on the bed. It was not long before the cock was filling up the cage and more, pressing the cage up into a vice grip on my balls. She continued kissing my ear and grinding her body against mine as I moaned louder – a mix of pleasure, frustration, and of course pain from my poor tender ballsack. I had to lay in the fetal position for a good five minutes after she left just to get a handle on the pain.

And if I thought being in the house all day with the kids would grant me a little break from ML’s torments, I was badly mistaken. She cornered me in the kitchen numerous times, pressing me up against the counter and kissing me fiercely. She also told me how badly she wanted to pin me against the counter and fuck my ass right there in the kitchen with the strap on. When she said she wished she could do it at that exact moment, I told her she’d never do something like that with the kids just a few rooms away. She proceeded to slide a hand down the back of my pants and shove one finger into my asshole as she continud to kiss me. I yelped in surprise, then I nearly fell over because it felt so good.

With the kids getting ready for bed, she came and sat next to me on the couch and began to sleathily rub my cage through my pants. After a few moments she began squeezing harder as she looked deeply into my eyes. I could see how much she was loving the power she had over me – the tiny hint of a smirk on her face, her chest heaving up and down as her breath quickened, her eyes on fire from the passion that was flowing between us. Once again the cage assaulted my balls, strangling them and pulling the skin tight to the point where it felt like the skin itself was on fire. I was again reduced to the fetal position as I said goodnight to the kids.

Usually things heat up between ML and me after the kids go to bed, and today was no exception. ML had me lay flat on the couch. She started rubbing her wet pussy up and down my chest, matting the hairs down when she stood up. It was then that she decided to fulfill her ass craving – the took Red (our small red strap-on dildo attachment) and began to slide it in and out of my asshole. She started off slow, but eventually she picked up the pace and gave my ass some rough treatment. ML’s pussy was within reach, so being the good sub that I am, I began fingering her to the same pace that she was fucking me. It was amazing! I could see it was getting her turned on, shoving the dildo into me and feeling the same sensation inside her pussy.

After a few minutes of thoroughly using my ass, ML rolled over and laid down on the floor. Then ML ordered me down on my hands and knees to eat her pussy until she came. I didn’t need to be told twice. I happily dove in and began eating my wife’s beautiful, wet, delicious pussy. She ended up cumming three times before she was fully satisfied with my efforts.

So here I sit at work, ML’s cock throbbing in it’s cage, my asshole pulsing from the rough treatment it received, and the faint smell of my wife’s horny pussy in my beard.

I couldn’t get her out of my mind even if I wanted to.  🙂

My Lady and I don’t use a specific “release date” like some people do, because we feel it takes some control away from her. What if, for example, my release date comes and ML wants to keep me in chastity juuuuuuust a little bit longer? Is she obligated to give me an orgasm? Or, what if it’s not release day yet, and she just REALLY needs to have her cock?

Such was the situation last night. 🙂

My Lady and I had semi-date night at home – it was one of the rare nights I was actually at home and we had nothing to do. So we laid down with each other on the couch, had a few drinks, and got a bit touchy-feely with each other. I pleased her with my oral skills for quite a while, but she still needed more. Describing her pussy, in her own words, “she [was] frisky!”

After ten full days of constant lock up, My Lady needed to feel her cock inside her. So she unlocked me and allowed me to enter her. I’m pretty sure she enjoyed it very much.  🙂   I held off as long as I could until she gave me permission to cum inside her… and I wasted no time in doing that!!! It was so wonderful and intense. I nearly collapsed on top of her afterwards. We both seemed spent, although shortly after we were right back at it again!

I’m locked back up this morning, in the Birdcage this time – we will be sending the JB back for a size adjustment. Although every day is a possible release day in this house apparently, my next official “Maybe Day” is Christmas. I’ll certainly be dreaming of a white Christmas for the next 25 days!