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Friday, February 16, 2018

Chastity - Words Matter

Chastity.  What is it?  What do most people think it is?  What does it mean to you?

From the internet ... the definition of the word is:

Chas ti ty;

Noun  -  The state of practice of refraining from extramarital, or especially from ALL sexual intercourse.


For many people in the fetish/kink world, being in chastity exclusively means that the man or woman is wearing some sort of device that prevents them physically from having sex, or at least sexual stimulation of the genitals.  Per my last post, I was recently in my cock cage for 4 days as a punishment for my, well ........ let's just say she was disappointed and then not happy with me.  Here I am, safely locked up for what would turn out to be 4 days of continuous punishment.  Yup, it's actually me ......... All locked Up.



But, I digress from the intended message.  What was that again?  Oh yeah, chastity and what does it mean?

To Mistress K. and myself, it means the complete and utter control that she has over anything sexual having to do with me.  Anything and everything!  I am in completely and utter chastity, constant 24/7/365 with Mistress, unless Mistress decides at any given moment otherwise.  And even then, any sexual activity that I may be involved with requires her express permission and supervision.  All of that get accomplished without the use of a "chastity cage".  I am so very grateful that the type of chastity Mistress K. imposes on me is the volunteer kind.  I have become keenly aware that any violation to the trust she places in me on the subject of not masturbating, touching myself sexually, ejaculation without permission ..... etc., is akin to infidelity.  My sex, my cock, my ass, my orgasms, my ejaculations, are the property of Mistress K. and to not follow her specific rules on the use would be stealing from her.  

I am not looking down my nose at those that define chastity by a cock cage, or feel that the only way to prevent their man from touching himself/cheating/stealing is to put him under lock and key.  I am suggesting however, that when the term Chastity is used, it would be wise to use it in it's proper context rather than only speaking about some device.  

As I write this on Friday morning, I am still grateful for being unlocked and that the cage itself is securely placed at the bottom of my panty drawer.  I hope it's a long time before I piss off Mistress K. enough for her to feel I need to wear it again.



Thursday, February 15, 2018

Mercifully she had me remove my cage.

Every year since we became a couple, we have celebrated Valentine's Day on the 13th of February.  We did so I the beginning because it was impossible to get a reservation at any restaurant in Valley of the Sun on V-Day.  It worked out so well then and since, that it has become our tradition and it make celebrating V-Day SOOOO MUCH MORE enjoyable.  We have our pick of the best restaurants, the streets aren't crowded and it's just a overall super-relaxed way for us to celebrate.

In my last post, I described how Mistress K was punishing me by making me wear my chastity cage for an undetermined amount of time.  I hate that fucking cage!  Hate it.  I love being chaste and having my se and orgasms completely under control and supervision, but I hate that fucking cage!!!!  And she knows it.

I woke up on our Valentine's Day, grumpy, sleepy and feeling the painful effects of my cage successfully preventing any movement of my cock, including the involuntary, painful and fruitless attempts at nighttime erections. I was getting cranky at having to wear this cage, but Mistress K. was teaching me a lesson and I knew that any attempt at subtly getting her to allow me to remove would be met with scorn, disappointment and more time in the cage.  But now I was going on my 4th straight day in the cage and it physical effects on my body were starting to have an emotional effect as well.  Per haps Mistress K. knows how this works and wants to see if I am willing to fight through the "sentence" of wearing the cage.

During the day I went to the local adult store because I wanted to get a naughty card for V-Day.  Surprisingly they didn't have much, but I found one that would suffice.  While in there, I shopped around for stuff.  I know we were low on lube so I got some of that.  Check.  I knew I was needing some more penis desensitizing spray for those time when Mistress K. wants to be fucked deep, slow and hard, and for a long time.  Check. 

Then, I came across this guy:

It was inexpensive, stretchy, soft and has that nice little security harness that goes over your cock and balls to hold it in place.  While at our super sexy dinner and the super sexy restaurant, I was describing the cock extension to Mistress.  She had had a couple of stiff cocktails and before long she was having me ask for the check so we could get out of there and to our bed before the kids got home from practice.  Mistress told me to remove my cage and get into the shower and "wash all that cage nasty off of it".  I was speedy Gonzalez.  There is no better feeling that removing my cock cage after having suffered through for 4 days.  After my shower I rushed back to the bed to find her under the covers, naked and glorious.  There is always a moment of awe and appreciation when I see Mistress K. naked, and I always stop and the savor the moment for a few seconds.  Especially after having disappointing her a few days earlier, her eagerness for me to provide sexual pleasure to her had me soaring.  

It was meant to be.  She told me to get the new extension and put it.  We were both disappointed I that it didn't add any significant length or girth, but I knew it would aid in helping me avoid cumming (or wanting to cum) before Mistress K. and sufficiently received the fucking she was looking for.  It was awesome.  I fucked her hard, long, deep and made her feel like the needy, dirty little slut that she sometimes likes to be.  I made her hold herself open for me.  I made her tell me that she wanted to fucked "right now", that she wanted me to fuck her, that she was a needy little slut ...... and she did.

Of course, moments like this are merely temporary moments to abandonment for Mistress K..  Moments with which she and have been  able to reveal and recognize without having the speak about it beforehand.  Wearing a cock extension in moments like this ensure that she gets the fucking she wants, and I am so thankful to have one on hand.  Without it, my long denied, edge and denied cock that is constantly marinated in desire, teasing and edging, would simply want to cum too soon.  Not being allowed to cum (without permission) requires that I stop before a violation occurs.  Of course when that happens, yes, it keeps my ass from being beat red for cumming without permission, but it also and at the same time denies Mistress K. the deep, long, slow then fast fucking she is looking for.  You get the idea ....

On this night, Mistress K. got thoroughly ravished, fucked and used like a little-fuck you .... just exactly how she wanted it to be.  Afterward .... she laid there, basking in the afterglow of her deep orgasms.  A minute or so later, so informed me that I would be cumming on this evening.  She told me to straddle her body and masturbate until I cum.  It didn't take long and when I first started to feel the orgasm building in my balls.  As I will do, I asked, then begged Mistress to make it a ruined orgasm .... but she said no.  "You will fuck your hand to a full orgasm, and do it now".  Seconds later the glorious ejaculation and orgasm was right there, right at the edge.  I almost forgot to ask permission to cum (which is always required immediately preceding orgasm, even if permission was previously obtained.).  I stroked my cock long and slow, and then fast and had an orgasm that lasted for what seemed like an eternity.  Right there on her belly and her chest.

Happy Valentine's Day lover .... was what she said as I got up off of her to get a towel to cleanher with.

Wow, just fucking wow!

Thank you Mistress.  I worship and adore you!

Sunday, February 11, 2018

We don't fight .... ever

Greeting my Dear Friends,

It has been quite a while since we were last together .... and I sincerely apologize for the delay.  (I always feel uneasy about apologizing for not writing because on some level it just sounds so arrogant, as if my words and this blog are just so beloved, so important, that I am somehow depriving people of sustenance or something, instead of being just some random bloke, trying to get by.)  We are very private people, but I will tell you that the bulk of my absence was/is due to a beloved family member in the hospital since roughly Thanksgiving.  This person is not completely out of the woods yet, but there is signs that recovery is likely.  2 and a half months later ............ time to reintroduce myself to my family, friends, co-workers, and my beloved blog-world friends.  I've missed seeing you and "talking" with you.

We don't fight .... ever .......

Yet there are times when the planets align .... and we argue.  It's very rare but it does happen, and when it happens ... I somehow forget my vow of submission.  I somehow feel like its ok to raise my voice, to become frustrated and lash out verbally. I somehow feel entitled to "get out of my lane" and actually argue with Mistress K..  and I don't know why.

What do I mean "when the planets line align"?  It doesn't take much misalignment of those planets to get them in the right order that will allow an argument ensue, but it sometimes happens.

How did it end?   The way it always ends ..... with Mistress K. finally having enough, puts her foot down, points to the floor and says "you'd better kneel there now, tell me you are sorry in a way that convinces me you are, and beg me for forgiveness.  Well, I embellished a little when I added the "beg for forgiveness" part, but once things reach the point where Mistress K. says those words, with that tone .... begging for forgiveness is exactly what happens the second I acquiesce and kneel before her.
Then what happens?  Well ... it's over.  Well, mostly over.  What's over is the disagreeing, the shouting, the outburst that demonstrate the lack of respect that a true Mistress Wife should not have to endure.  What's beginning?   The making up, the regret for my behavior, the comfort is knowing that Mistress K. and I have tested another boundary aspect of our beautiful but otherwise unnatural relationship.  I've always been alpha and in control, Mistress K. has always been the opposite.  Again .... planets aligning.  Also beginning  ...  the penalty phase.  The punishment(s).  How this plays out is not as clear as some of the other aspects of our love.

I know that Mistress K. was angry with me .... really angry.  I also know that when Mistress K. is angry, especially really angry, she will not even consider picking up the paddle.  She has never verbalized it, but she will not punish physically when she is angry.  Instead, Mistress K. let me in on how much trouble I may be in by saying  "you need to put on your cage".  I don't know what if anything Mistress K. will do in the form of punishment for my behavior.  I DO know that shit is serious ... because Mistress K. will only impose the "put on the cage" punishment when she is seriously unhappy with me.  I suspect that a rather blistering spanking is in my near future, especially since we were both just commenting yesterday how I haven't received a spanking in some time, and how risky it can be for too much time to pass between punishment or maintenance spankings.

For now, I will wear the chastity cage of shame. It will pinch and hurt.  It will ache when I get an erection.  It will mean it take forever to urinate because I have to sit down and then painstakingly clean up afterward.  And ... It means that I have really fucked up and it's almost certain that some other, significant form of punishment is in store for me.


Thursday, November 23, 2017

Red Headed Women

I came across this ridiculous, bull shit click-bait thing about the sexiest redheads ... so naturally, I had to click.  Hey, it's redheads .... I can suffer through some idiotic webpage.  It's redheads.  You may already know that I am partial to redheads in part because my beloved Mistress Wife is a redhead.

These redhead celebrities are the 5 sexiest to me.  What about you?  Who are yours>

1.   Ellie Kemper  -  She's cute, adorable sexy, which is the best kind of sexy there is.  Just like Mistress K.



2.   Angie Everhart   -  Holy shit .... amazon goddess sexy.  This picture is one of the sexiest pictures ever taken of any woman, ever.  This also happens to be the very position that is my favorite position for spanking, sex, or ....  It's the "make love to the wall" position.



3.   Julianne Moore  -    Ultimate MILF sexy.  She has the look of the perfect combination of cuteness, graciousness, life experience and raw, base, hotness.  Rawr!!


4.    Emma Stone   -   The youthful, playful sexiness just oozes out of this girl.  Beautiful pale skin and holy fuck, that overbite!!  As an added bonus .... she happens to be from Scottsdale!  I have come to understand that Emma is a favorite among lesbian submissives.  I can see why.



5.   Faye Reagan   -   Yes, I know she is a porn star, but holy fuck is she gorgeous.  I have often encouraged Mistress K. to take on a female submissive to use as her own, personal plaything, Faye is who that should be.  Those freckles on that pretty but slutty face .... yum



Who are you favorite redheads?  I'd love to hear.  I'd also love to be able to show the sexiest redhead ever born here, but alas, she said no!





Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Thankful

There are so many things to be thankful for, big and small.

I am thankful to be married to a beautiful (and I do mean gorgeous), loving, thoughtful wife that enjoys owning every part of me.

This morning (the day before Thanksgiving) I am thankful that last night, Mistress K. woke me from the couch, walked me into bed and allowed me to lay my weary head on my pillow immediately after removing my clothes.  I was laying on my tummy, about to re-enter my peaceful slumber when I felt her place her leg over my legs, secure me tight with her right hand and proceed to spank my ass with her left.  An impromptu moment when she just wanted to spank me, and so she did.  Of course ....  It hurt and I begged her not to give me a hard spanking because all I wanted to do was sleep.

A hard spanking was what I got ... just because she wanted to.  Then, she ordered me to retrieve her vibrator.  After handing it to her, she instructed me to kneel beside her on the bed and masturbate while she made love to her vibrator.  It was an incredible sight, watching her build to an incredible orgasm while she watched her husband dutifully stroke his cock, and merely watch.  There is nothing better than to witness her have an orgasm, especially when she is with her electronic lover.

I am thankful that Mistress K. allows me to witness her orgasms.  Her orgasms are our orgasms and although I was not allowed to ejaculate, laying next to her in her post orgasm glow was incredible.

Thank you Mistress K. for allowing me to witness your orgasm.

Friday, November 3, 2017

You'll wear some pretty pink panties today

Every morning when Mistress leaves the house for the office, I walk her to her car, freshly poured coffee in hand, open the door for her, and watch her ease her beautiful body behind the wheel and get situated.  I hand her the coffee, than her for being my Mistress, kiss her goodbye and gently close the door for her.

This morning she rolled down the window as she began to roll backward out of the garage and she said "You'll wear pretty pink panties today".  Yes Mistress, of course was my reply.

These are the panties and they are my favorite for two reason;
  1. They fit because Mistress had purchased them specifically for me
  2. The thong part that rests on my bottom hole feels delicious .... all day long.
She went on to say that I was to wear panties to remind me that she owns me.   As if I need reminding ....


Friday, October 6, 2017

Masturbate for me

Mistress in the shower .... kids gone on their way to school ....  I hear, "lover, come here!"  I stand in the entrance to our walk-in shower and then I hear "Masturbate for me".

Off come my shorts and I step into the shower staying out of the water and begin to masturbate for this beautiful creature before me.  She just wanted to be entertained while she showered. 

Several Minutes later I hear "that's enough.  You may go".

Nice!