I may or may not have mentioned this before, but My Lady has amazing titties. 🙂 I love to grab them and squeeze them and lick them and suck on them. They are so fucking perfect! ML is very well aware that I’m obsessed with her big boobs, and she uses them often to tease the hell out of me.
And she's really good at it.
What drives me crazy is that ML loves it when I play with them! She knows that it drives me crazy, but I can tell it also turns her on because it feels good. Sometimes she will moan softly in my ear when she’s rubbing her boobs all over my body, and she loves squeezing her cleavage around my cock for a nice good tittyfuck.
Caged or uncaged, makes no difference to her.
Last night, she was extraordinarily evil with her tit teasing. We were snuggled up in bed and I began to massage her boobs. ML knew I was getting turned on, so she took advantage of my unlocked status to have me edge for her. To frustrate me even further, she instructed me to edge as I stroked myself over her titties.
God, it felt so good and it was so bad at the same time! Instantly, my body identified the position as the “I’m going to cum all over ML’s tits” position… which would have been so much better that edging myself! To make matters worse, My Lady was massaging and squeezing her tits together, asking me if I wanted to cum on them and telling me how good it would feel to cover them with a big load of cum….
I was in AGONY. I wanted to cum so bad. It didn’t take me long to edge, and ML had to physically remove my hand from my cock when it was time to do so. ML is certainly an expert at using her body to drive me sexually insane!
My Lady wasn’t done with just one stint of kinky bondage while the kids were FINALLY at school. She also wasn’t done wetting me down with her squirt, either!
ML tied me down with my wrists down by the foot of the bed, with my head right at the edge of the mattress. When she had me restrained to her liking, she began to tease my into a frenzy.
My Lady straddled my hips and began rubbing her body up and down my chest. I could feel my cock rub against her warm pussy lips as she rubbed her huge tits all over me. She teased the head of my cock by sliding her pussy across the head of my cock, making me thrust up in a vain attempt to get inside her. She looked right into my eyes and slid my hard cock deep into her pussy, and I moaned loudly as she took me in all the way.
Once my cock was buried in My Lady’s horny pussy, she leaned back on the bed so that she was laying between my legs with her head at the opposite end of the bed. She kept my cock inside her pussy; by the time she laid back completely, my cock was being bent nearly horizontally to the mattress. I was hard enough to stay inside her, but I knew it would be nearly impossible for me to cum like that.
ML reached over and grabbed her wand, turned it on and began rubbing it on her clit. I could feel her pussy pulsing around me, squeezing my cock and frustrating me further. She moved the wand down, vibrating my shaft and causing me to cry out. ML laughed softly as she moved the wand back to her clit and began rolling her hips, pulling my shaft deeper into her pussy. I could feel her pussy squeezing my stronger as her orgasm approached.
My Lady cried out as she came, her pussy squeezing me so hard that I slipped out of her pussy. Due to our position, my cock slipped upwards on the way out of her pussy, dragging the head of my cock across her g-spot. When she squeezed me out, I felt a huge gush of warmth all over my balls – ML was squirting all over me, and my cock slipping out of her pussy triggered it! ML continued to work her clit over with the wand, riding her orgasm even further as her pussy soaked me even more. I looked down, and I saw ML’s pussy sprinkling the head of my cock with her squirt juices. I was being drenched by her pussy, and it was equally awesome and frustrating for me.
Yet another wet spot on our mattress. 🙂
ML still wasn’t finished covering me with her juices, yet. She got up and walked towards the foot of the bed and stood over my face. I could see her pussy was almost dripping, literally. ML lowered her sopping wet pussy right down onto my face, nearly drowning me with her fresh pussy squirt.
ML didn’t let up until my face was completely coated. When she stood up, my face was absolutely drenched. Mercifully, My Lady got me a towel and helped clean my face off after just a few moments… although I swear that I can still smell her pussy on me, as if it has soaked into my skin somehow.
I love it when My Lady squirts for me, it’s so damn fucking hot I swear! We haven’t had much opportunity to have some fun with it – ML often gets a little loud when “letting go” like that, and we don’t want to risk waking the kids up or anything like that. But with the better weather ahead and some days off from work during the week for me, we might have more chances soon.
Cagedmonkey and I finally had a day together, alone in the house all day. Since mid January, our daughter has gone back to school full days which means there should be so much time during the day for play. It just so happens that this area we live in is very “snow day” happy. Every time we’ve had a day come up where cagedmonkey was going to be home some crazy weather anomaly would happen and they would cancel school. It was extremely nice to finally get a day to spend together doing whatever we wanted.
The very first thing I made him do was get the lotion and give me a leg and foot massage right after the kids left on the bus. It was so nice to sit back and get pampered by my subby hubby. Something as easy as a little leg rub felt so good and made me feel so special. After that I instructed him to get the rope from our toy bin and I proceeded to tie him up in a kneeling hog tie rope thing. I’m by no means perfect with my rope skills but I did the best I could and he was bound pretty securely.
While kneeling there, bound, I stroked his cock and teased and edged him. Over and over stroking as he whimpered. Pinching his nipples asking him if he was my good boy? Asking if he was my slutty boy? Asking if he was so horny he would humiliate himself by humping my hand? I made him kneel there and tell me “yes, ma’am, I’m your horny slutty good boy” while he rocked back and forth humping my hand. Hehe it turns me on right now thinking about it.
I took control, once again, of what kind of stroking his cock was going to get. I edged him a couple more times and well, had myself going so much that I accidentally edged him one stroke too much and out dribbled a little cum. It wasn’t a full on ruined orgasm, there really was no twitching or anything, but it was enough that a few drips slowly fell to the floor below.
Of course we couldn’t have an un-punished ruined orgasm so I made him hobble his way over on his knees to the side of the couch, he laid across it and I used my paddle to spank a nice red into his ass cheeks. Since his hands were so nicely tied behind his back, I straddled his back and used his fingers on my wet pussy while spanking him. I was so fucking turned on by the noises he was making I came good and hard on his hands and back and squirted a little puddle onto him as well. It was quite a hot moment. I love the sounds he makes when I spank him, it just soaks my pussy!
So that was the way our morning started the other day. We had a few things to go and do during the day so we did pick up again later in the afternoon… You’ll have to wait to hear about that from Cagedmonkey. 🙂
We had our Mistress/slave couple friends over for the weekend and enjoyed a very nice time together. It’s always fun seeing them, no matter what goes on, whether we are out doing family things or having a night of drinking and kinky sex.
The weekend was overall nice and relaxing and not too entirely hardcore – for those that were hoping they’d come here and hear all kinds of stories about the hardcore, bondage, D/s, crazy sex happenings – sorry. It was pretty laid back for the most part but there certainly was some drinking going on and some fun kinky sex times!
I had decided that cagedmonkey was going to stay locked most of the weekend. He spent most of the weekend rooty as hell in his cage. Boy, did he ever beg and beg to get out. He desperately wanted to be touched and teased and tortured. The only answer he got all weekend was, “No, baby.” He spent the nights on the weekend being forced to watch everyone else cumming, forced to feel the jealousy of wanting his own orgasm. At one point I used the wand on his cage while we sat there next to our friends on the bed. They were on his side of the bed that night. I forced him to watch her get fucked and get pleased by her slave orally. Each time he tried to close his eyes and moan I told him to keep looking. To keep watching him slide his free cock into her warm wet pussy. To watch and listen to his tongue and all the wetness you could hear as her slaves pushed her closer and closer to orgasm. Our Mistress friend had fun verbally driving him mad as well as her own slave, reminding him of his situation. How his big thick manly cock was all locked up in a cage and controlled by me. I made him watch and listen, while his cock was vibrating and straining against the steel, as she got to orgasm and leaked her juices all over the bed.
And then I made him sleep, aching and painfully horny, in another woman’s wet spot.
We did get a few moments alone while our friends took the kids out, one night, and I decided to make cagedmonkey’s frustration run just a little deeper. I was so wet and horny I climbed up on his lap, pinned his hands above his head and straddled his caged cock. I rubbed my pussy all over him and came nice and good on his cock, covering his cage in my gooey juices.
You can see all the thick gooey girl cum in the bars of his cage. There was so much, it was a beautiful thing!
While I would love to get much more descriptive about some of the other happenings of the weekend, it proves a little difficult when having to leave out names and trying to keep anonymity safe. We will have to leave those details for other, more private, areas of the blogosphere! You know how to contact us! 🙂
Brace yourselves. Today is Friday, and I’m not at work.
I know… crazy, right?
I actually have a three day weekend, which is pretty amazing. Part of my plans include being lazy, playing lots of video games (there’s a Super Mario Maker level bouncing around in my head, and I’ve only just begun exploring the Fallout 4 wasteland), but a good portion of my weekend will be spent submitting to My Lady.
ML and I haven’t had a “deep submission” day in a little while, and today we are jumping in with a full weekend’s worth of it. I’m actually very excited about it; it’s a very intense experience to submit completely to ML, and I’m sure it will become more and more intense over multiple days. This will actually be our first “multi-day” play session – the last time we wanted to do something like this, it was unexpectedly interrupted. God willing, we won’t have to deal with anything like that this time around.
ML and I are going to really up the ante on how much control she has over me this weekend – I will be following her instructions on when and what to eat and drink, be subjected to bathroom limits at her discretion, endure any teasing, and perform and sexual servitude that she requires.
This could end up being very intense. Both ML and I agree that this type of living would never work for us permanently, but as a limited-time play session it could be very fun to explore the potential of this arrangement.
ML and I have asked each other that at least three times already today, as we think about what this New year holds for us. We are expecting so much change in the next twelve months (we’ll be moving into a new house, as well as adding some exciting new features to our blog), but many things will stay the same (we will both continue to be horny fuckers who can’t keep our hands off each other).
And, oh yeah, that other important thing… My Lady is going to deny me orgasms for the entire year.
ML and I have been taking the last week to enjoy just being free from worrying about an accidental cum, having some good hot sex and throwing in some romantic love making just for the hell of it. 🙂 I’ve had more orgasms in the past week than I’ve had over the past few months – which doesn’t say a lot, considering I was denied since the end of October. But in the back of our minds the whole time was that one thought – “Are we really insane for trying this?”
It hasn’t really hit either of us yet that my orgasm last night was the last one I’m going to have for a VERY long time. ML doesn’t have to worry about that, she’ll be cumming whenever she wants, with my help or without it. But she does have to deal with the fact that I won’t be cumming, since she does actually like it. I, on the other hand, am going to be suffering through it. The only question is how long will it take me to truly want this to end.
Ok, maybe there is one more question.
Are we crazy?
Looking ahead to the looming start of my next period of orgasm denial – longer than I have ever been denied, longer than I ever thought I would be – has got me thinking about a few things. I’ve been thinking about the difference between what I want vs. what I need, as well as what it means to truly submit to My Lady.
Many of our readers out there (and ML, as well!) would agree that it is not easy being ML’s sub: it is not easy to be locked in chastity, it is not easy to be teased so intensely, and it is not easy to be held in strict orgasm denial throughout it all. She is a special and unique keyholder, and it takes a special and unique level of commitment and determination to endure her treatment. I’ve been questioning my level of commitment to submitting to ML lately, mainly because of certain aspects of our initial chastity agreement.
Way back when we started living this chastity lifestyle (over… 2 years ago? Holy shit, it was over two years ago!), we crafted a chastity agreement that allowed us both to have input on how our FLR would take shape. The spirit of that agreement guides every aspect of our D/s dynamic, even if we don’t follow each and every clause to the letter (for example, it’s been a long time since we’ve written in our communication book, only because we’ve grown to be so comfortable communicating with each other directly). One of the clauses that ML has been very gracious to uphold has been the use of the “Maybe Day.”
To explain the Maybe Day clause quick and simple: ML gives me a date when she plans to let me cum next, and will let me know if she decides to push me significantly past that date. She can choose whatever date she wishes, and can choose to extend it for any reason, but she is required to let me know when it will be or how much longer I will have to wait.
Looking back on it, I wanted to put that clause in our agreement because of my trust issues. When things were difficult between ML and me, there was never any telling when our next sexual encounter would be. I was scared that ML’s interest might fade once again if there was no date to hold her accountable. I needed even just a small guarantee that I wasn’t going to be left and forgotten about. I wasn’t ready for such an open-ended situation.
I think I’m ready for that now.
Over the past two years, I can’t remember too many nights where ML and I weren’t sexual in some way with each other. I even recently posted about how just a knowing glance across the room can be our way of “having sex.” The level of passion is certainly there, and it’s stronger than it’s ever been. I don’t think I need to be worried that ML will lose sexual interest in me anymore. I probably have to be more worried about ML driving me insane with TOO MUCH sexual attention!
With My Lady’s agreement, I would like to do away with the concept of Maybe Day for good. I realize that this opens me up for denial periods longer than I’d ever expect with absolutely no warning whatever, but I am ready to submit to her that deeply.
(This post is the first that ML will be hearing of these thoughts, so I am very curious to see what her reaction is. Wish me luck!)
Recently, cagedmonkey and I ended up with some extremely rare alone time and we got in some playtime. We’ve needed this time together for awhile since we moved and it just happened to work out that we got it. We both wanted to take a few minutes to explain why this time is important to us as a kinky couple as well as for each of us emotionally. It actually might help others understand why the like to do some of the things they like to do sexually. A lot of times it comes down to healing from our past. Please understand we are not professionals, we have never claimed to be, we simply have worked hard on ourselves and our relationship over the years and have learned a lot. We love to share our thoughts and views on things in hopes that it might help someone out on their journey!
In therapy there is something called “Act it Out” exercises. We have never actively done this kind of therapy but we have read about it in the past couple years and discussed it’s benefits with our therapist. Cagedmonkey and I have realized how helpful this kind of therapy can be for people who have had childhood trauma and/or abuse in whatever form. There are so many ways a kid can be screwed up by things, whether it’s physical or emotional. Most of the time, abuse survivors will hold back, hide, fear expressing their feelings or being themselves and sometimes even end up losing relationships in their lives that are important because they don’t know how to show who they really are. There are therapists out there who incorporate acting exercises into therapy sessions to help abuse survivors to come out from behind the curtain and face their fears and their feelings. That’s the simple version of it because I don’t want to turn this post into a REALLY long post on psychology. As always, if you want to know more about “Act it Out” exercises please do some googling! 🙂
I’m sure you can imagine how the whole “Act it Out” thing comes in handy in a kinky relationship. It addresses all those sexual feelings we may feel embarrassed by or afraid to admit, even to ourselves. Having a safe partner to act things out with is crucial. Whether you have a trusted sex therapist to talk to about these things or just awesome communication with your partner – either way gives you the release you may need, to work through some of the bottled up feelings and fears you have hidden away inside.
He Said: Some people might think it’s kind of crazy, how ML and I use our “mental issues” and our traumatizing pasts as part of our sex lives. I wouldn’t suggest just anyone trying it; ML and I wouldn’t go this deep without having really strong communication between us, otherwise the potential for hurting each other would be too great.
My Lady can explain to you how I fit her needs better than I can, but I’ll just say that I take great pleasure in being what she needs. As for my needs being filled, ML represents a way for me to make up for past mistakes.
To give enough background for this without getting too deep or wordy, I’ll start by saying that I spent a good part of my childhood getting away with things. I was a “mama’s boy” and the youngest in my family, which basically meant I was able to do whatever I wanted without worrying about the consequences. It’s a good thing I wasn’t too much out of control, otherwise I could have ended up in some real bad situations.
Anyway, the kink that ML and I share gives me a chance to make up for the discipline I missed. She is the firm, demanding, “mother-like” figure I needed as a child, only now she uses her control in a sexual manner.
It sounds totally fucked up… and maybe it is. Maybe it’s crazy for ML to take her anger against men out on me, or for me to look to her to make me pay for mistakes I made years ago. But we both know that it is a safe way for us to work through our issues and heal old wounds and have some damn good sex at the same time. The mental/emotional connection that we have during it makes everything so intense and amazing.
She Said: I’ll take a minute to get a little personal with you all to help you understand why this Domme/sub relationship we have and the things we do are so incredibly helpful for me. When I was a kid I was always put down, told I was not good enough and that I would never have anything good because I didn’t act a certain way or look a certain way. On top of that I was sexually abused as a young child so I’m sure you can imagine the demons I have hiding inside of me. I have found during this journey with my wonderful, amazing husband that I need the man that he is. I need a man who is a MAN, who can show me how he loves me for who I am and how I am and how I look. I also need a man who is willing to submit to me and let me control, at times, even the little things. I was made to feel so worthless and pointless as a kid and teenager, not to mention completely helpless by an older man. Now I get to face the fear that those things are really true about me and I get to use the kink that I enjoy to help me dig through the baggage I carry from childhood.
When I am dominating my hubby and controlling him I feel like I am being listened to. When I tell him (politely yet demanding) to do something and he says “Yes, ma’am,” I feel important and worthwhile. I feel like I have something to give, like what I say and do means something. When I control him, even the little things, it makes me feel more powerful than that little girl who sat there being told she would never amount to anything because she wasn’t pretty enough or thin enough. I feel more powerful than the child who was beaten because she “couldn’t do anything right,” because she “didn’t clean that right,” and would never get a husband because she’s “too fat.” Yes, seriously I was told those things and so many other horrible things you may wonder why in the fuck I even still talk to my mother. After the welts she left on my back from not doing things just the way she wanted them done.
This is sexual side of things makes me feel even more powerful. After feeling so completely helpless as a child by this older man in my life, you can only imagine the feelings I have and the emotions inside that come from dominating a man sexually. How it feels to force HIM to do things he maybe doesn’t want to do, to force HIM to take what I give him and make HIM feel completely helpless because of me. I get off so very much on feeling that power, of making him take things from me and causing that reaction in him. Those moans, those whimpers and the begging and pleading with me, the one who is controlling his pain or his pleasure. It’s ME who’s got this big strong man where I want him forcing him to endure whatever I want because in that moment, I’m the stronger one. I’m the more powerful one. Perhaps not physically stronger but mentally and emotionally, I’m the one with all the power. I say what happens and when it stops. It fuels me and gives me back what was ripped from away from me as a child. My identity, my life, taken away when I was so small. In those few moments when I’m grabbing my husbands throat and making him do what I want, or making him feel what I want him to feel, it gives me back the power of myself.
I hope by both of us writing this out for you guys helps you get to know us a little bit better and helps you when you worry about some of the things you may like sexually. It’s ok to like them and it’s perfectly fine to Act it Out with someone safe!
There was an excellent comment on my last post that was absolutely spot on, and perfectly describes one of the best things about male chastity.
chastityfemdom writes:
now that we have PIV so much less, when it happens (or rather when Mistress R lets it happen) we both enjoy it a lot more than we used to, when it was just an ‘everyday’ thing. Guy’s who don’t live this way really don’t appreciate how good it feels to be inside a nice wet pussy, or how it feels to hear ‘I want you to cum inside me’.
Thanks for the comment, Rob! And yes, I 100% agree with you!
When I’ve been locked up for a good amount of time, the feeling of My Lady’s warm wet pussy squeezing and gripping my hard cock is just fucking amazing. That’s not to say it doesn’t always feel great – because it does – but it’s a little extra special when I’ve been denied for so long.
It’s almost like tasting your first dessert after you’ve been on a strict diet for weeks. Sure, a brownie is a nice treat no matter what day of the week you eat it, but it’s beyond delicious if you haven’t had one for quite some time.
So, yes, male chastity is about submission and control and all of those things we talk about… but one of the bonuses of male chastity is that first taste of sex when you’ve been on a “pussy diet” for so long.
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