Accidental ruined orgasm

We've just got back from a five day holiday in South East Asia. The weather was great and, although I wasn't in lock up (too warm & I was with Mistress pretty much 24/7), I wasn't going to be allowed an orgasm.
It was a very busy five days with a lot of partying thrown in. We did have time for a bit of fooling around in the shower at the start of the day and a bit of oral worship of Mistress, but that was about it.
We got back home yesterday, fairly jet lagged and indulged in some fooling around. This involved me being edge several times in the shower. By this time it had been at least six weeks since I had an orgasm; there was precum dribbling from my cock all over the place and on at least one edging a bit of cum leaked out. Mistress hasn't made me eat it yet, although I've mentioned it. She just said she wasn't 'there' yet. By this I took here to mean she hasn't got that into being a domme that she's comfortable making me do that. We haven't discussed it any further, a conversation for a later date, perhaps.
After all the shower-based teasing we moved to the bedroom where I was told to rub moisturiser into her legs. Mistress does have very long and slim legs, so I'm quite happy to be doing this!
After that, we went for some oral body worship - missing all over. Eventually I made my way so by face was over her pussy, side ways on a after kissing around her pussy started teasing her lightly with the tip of my tongue. This resulted in her getting very wet indeed and it wasn't long before I was getting suited up for some proper sex form the first time in what seemed like ages.
Mistress had me lie it the centre of the bed and straddled me before lowering her pussy onto my cock. It felt great. After riding me to her first orgasm she began to really grind down on me, gyrating her hips and using one hand to muffle me, sliding several fingers into my mouth. I love this - it is so hot. Some dirty talk followed, calling me her fuckstick, how she'd like to tie me to a chair and make me watch as she tucked herself using her vibrator before making me lick it clean.
More sex in different positions followed with me getting very close to cumming. I wanted to do it face to face and that's when it all went wrong; just as I was getting to the point of no return I caught her slightly wrong and she pulled away, pushing me out and I came. One ruined orgasm. Fuck.
And that was it. She had a nap. There was some teasing this morning before lock up and a hint of some more action tonight but I've pretty much been told that there will be no orgasms for me.

Finally - welcome to Cruel Dama!

Whipping boy

The Mistressification of my wife continues!
Normally, we share shopping type chores (when I'm home, anyway). My wife had asked me to post my nephew's present and pick up some stuff form the shop for dinner. She had also asked me to get a new part for her laptop. Well, I managed one out of three (posted nephew's present) and decided to pick up a take-out from our favourite curry house on the way home instead of cooking.
During the exchange of text messags through the day she told me I was going to be punished when I got home for not doing the things she'd asked me to and (I quote) "not priotising mistress."
I got home an hour or so after my wife and she had had a crap day at work. I was told that I was going to get punished for my infractions.
Now, I did email the link to All Mine's recent thoughts on punishment (see previous post) and wondered if she'd read it. Spanking and such like hasn't been part of our repertoire over the last couple of years. In fact, orgasm denial has been about the limit of my wife's mistress/domme activities. Apparently she hadn't read it but just told me after dinner to get myself naked and upstairs on the bed and on all fours.
She came up after a while and unlocked me before digging a whip out of the wardrobe and giving my arse a bit of a flogging over the next fifteen minutes (I think) whilst pointing out my failings.
The slave/domme scenario was spoiled a bit by her (and me) dissolving into fits of giggles ("Are you laughing? Stop laughing at once!" "You laughed first! You stop it!") and her checking if this was a turn on for me or not. She freely admits that it is a bit of a problem to inflict pain on her loved ones. This might be more about the fact that the pain is the main focus when doing this; she has happily clawed me when love-making.
Afterwards, we discussed if she enjoyed it. I got the stock response that she enjoyed the fact that it turned me on but also a brief admission that she derived a "sick pleasure" from it. I suspect this is just a mental block on her admitting she enjoyed it for what it was.
So, we shall see what happens next. Will their be more whippings? Quite possibly. Hopefully, she will get some confidence in what she's doing and be able to dish out punishment for her own satisfaction.
Now, I realise that some people may think I am 'topping from the bottom' here. They are probably right. However, one thing I've learnt here is that nobody else but me is going to teach my wife to be a domme and if I just throw books and information about at her she is likely to feel swamped and fustrated and completely shut down.
One step at a time then.
Have a good weekend - I'm off to watch the rugby in Cardiff. Maybe I will get lucky and England will win the Grand Slam!

Quick updates

Apologies one and all for the gap since my last post. I really did want to get these posts done more often

So.
I was out of the country on business in the USA for two weeks and spent the entire time locked up. Well, except for air travel. I currently use a metal cage (The Tube, by Mature Metal - but I don't think they still make them).

I've been back for 4 days and have remained locked up, although it's been great to get some T&D in.
The good lady wife seems to be getting a bit more 'mistress-y' of late as well; she's allowed me to indulge in some body and pussy worship and on the night before last we tested the humbler I bought ages ago. We've also tried out a butt plug (I've used them quite a bit before and been pegged by a previous partner, but this anything to do with the anus is something my wife has been very shy of). The results, as she nudged the tip against my prostate, were pretty good and she seemed to really enjoy the effect it had on me; quite the power trip, she said.

Seeing anal play having a positive effect on somebody might have shifted her perceptions somewhat. We do own a strap-on which, until now has been used for humiliation play on me. This morning, whilst teasing my cock in the shower, she said she quite likes the idea of dragging me away from my work (lots of paperwortk to be dealt with at the moment) and taking me upstairs to fuck me in the arse with it. That said, it may be some time before the black, 8" dildo we use for humilation play (Also known as Deakus), will fit - more training is required. We'll be using something smaller for the time being.

The subject of cuckolding came up yesterday. We were discussing keeping her property :) secure while I was away (she's convinced some of those nice Southern girls in the US will go ga-ga for my English accent) and that she would 'render me genderless' if I strayed. She then asked me what I would do if she slept with somebody. I said it would depend why she did it.
This brought her up rather short. What did I mean?
I explained that if she wanted to just have sex with somebody and that is all it was I wouldn't have a problem with it. I love her and that's all there is to it. If she wants to have sex with somebody else just for sex that she will enjoy, then that's fine. I think I even said I would support that decision. If she sleeps with somebody and there is an emotional attachment, then it would be a problem (Notice how I used 'have sex with' and 'sleep with') I also explained that I understand why she doesn't feel the same about me doing the same and that's fine as well. Basically, I wouldn't want to deny her the chance to experience something I can't provide (An 8+ inch cock or a clitoris spring to mind, although she has not expressed an interest in either). If she has an affair with any kind of emotional attachment, then I think we're in trouble.

Finally, Suzanne, over at All Mine (http://suzanne-allmine.blogspot.co.uk/2013/03/thoughtful-deliberate-domestic.html?zx=441d89bca4070ffa) put up an interesting post about spankings (Thanks Suzanne). I've forwarded this to my wife. Hopefully we'll get a chance to talk about it tonight.

New cage

Since I've made the decision to get back into male chastity I've ordered a new cage:

http://www.madame-dura.de/product_info.php?info=p90_lancelot-classic-open-chastity-device.html

Until now, I've used rigid units like the CB6000S and Mature Metal's Watchful Mistress and Tube.

I found I got pull out with the CB6000S and the anti-withdrawal fittings for both that model and the Watchful Mistress hurt like hell.

The Watchfull Mistress also caused abrasions after very short period.

The Tube has been pretty good - no pull out. But it is rigid and pretty obvious if I wear lightweight or snug trousers.

Hopefully, because it is flexible, these problems should be less of an issue with the Lancelot. And I hope to be able to sleep in it - getting closer to 24/7 chastity!

Lifestyle labelling

I started writing this blog entry some time ago, but it's still relevant.

Before I started dabbling in male chastity and all that good stuff I had read a lot of stuff about it on the web. Some of it was good/bad/scary/lies/truth/patheric/unbelievable/tragic/funny (delete as applicable).

Without a shadow of a doubt the best source of information was Sarah Jameson's website http://www.malechastityblog.com/ and her book 'Be Careful What you Wish For.'

However, the really entertaining stuff was to be found in places like in the DreamLover website http://www.dreamloverlabs.com/index.php or the FemDom Forum http://femdomforum.com/forum/content.php where you moved from male chastity as a bit of fun to something a bit more off-the-wall and challenging.

I say off-the-wall because as much as the thought of being thoroughly dominated, used and abused by some 6 ft tall glamazon with a penchant for sexual gratification through somebody else's degradation as a lifestyle is a turn on, outside of fantasy land, I just can't see it working terribly well for me.

And anyway, how f**ked up do you have to be to fit a remote controlled electric shock device to some bloke's dick as a 'lifestyle choice'?

And how do you earn a crust when you're supposed to be strapped to the stocks while her and her friends take turns buggering you with an array of increasingly large strap-ons?

The reason I mention this stuff is because there really do seem to be some very confused people out there. Confused as in they automatically think that if you enjoy MC then you must enjoy FemDom. And confused because they seem to think (in a positive or negative manner) that FemDom MUST mean the man being a complete wuss who has his dick locked up almost permanently, hands all decision making, financial responsibility etc to his wife (Mistress?) and her being some sort of vicious bitch.

Now this might work for some people, but I really do have my doubts. The only blog I've seen which seems to be believable is by Celtic Queen, although she seems to have stopped blogging of late (which is a shame).

On a different not, after some time away from chastity ( at least six months) I am now back in my cage. My wife is my keyholder. I think I am probably keener than she is, certainly I am interested in a wider array of kinks, but she seems to be warming up to the idea. Certainly, she's happy to keep me locked up & denied (as I have been since the start of the month).

Breaking new ground

I experienced a few firsts today.

The first one I have been experiencing every day for a week or so. I haven't had an orgasm, ruined or otherwise, for over three weeks. The duration of denial is not something I've kept a close eye on, although I realise that this is definitely a 'personal best'.

The next first was what my wife said whilst edging me in the shower this morning. She had got me to the point where I was begging for release, and for the first time I really meant it, when she told me that I wasn't to come and I wasn't getting an orgasm at the time. Why, she asked, should she let me come when she was realy enjoying all of the attention & consideration she was getting at the moment?

A fair question, which I was in no state to answer at the time. I just begged and whimpered.

It was at this point she threatened me with the glass dildo. A week or so ago I finally pursuaded her to use it on my anus & prostate. It was great and I think she finally understood what it can do for a man. The result is that she has gone from being very turned off by any kind of anal play to, over the months, being open to trying it out on me. After last week she seems quite keen!

A fantasy sent to my wife...

In a moment of madness or courage (I'm not sure which) I sent this to my good lady.

Chapter 1 – This is how it’ll be

I’m not sure how you’ve managed it, but when I wake I’m lying diagonally across the bed, with my head pointing towards the gap between the door and the mirror on the wall. And you’ve managed to cuff both of my hands in the under-mattress restraints we put in ages ago. The straps that link the cuffs underneath the mattress are loose; the right strap goes to the bottom right corner of the bed, the left to the top right corner.

I realise, with a delicious thrill of anticipation, that my right ankle is also cuffed. The strap for this cuff is joined to the bottom left corner of the bed.

I am already turned on. Not surprising, really; I’ve just woken up and I’m always horny first thing.

Since the summer, we’ve been playing at male orgasm denial. After a bit of a break, we’ve started again and I haven’t had an orgasm for nearly two weeks. You have. In fact, you’ve had quite a few. As far as I know they’ve all been courtesy of my tongue, but I have been away for the last week or so. Maybe you’ve been indulging yourself in my absence. The thought turns me on a bit more and my dick twitches. I like to think of you playing with yourself, luxuriantly fucking yourself with a dildo whilst you cup one breast and pinch a nipple, your eyes closed and your lips parted with little gasps and moans of pleasure. Maybe I could be involved in that. I like the idea of my tongue and a chunky, vibrating dildo working together to give you big, hot, wet orgasms.

To stop me from pleasuring myself we’ve been keeping my cock locked in a chastity device. A Watchful Mistress to be precise. It’s a shiny, stainless steel cage for my cock and it works. I like the feeling of my balls being held in their own ‘bondage cradle’ by the back ring and my cock being something only you have the key to. So, you’re the Keyholder to my pleasure.  As part of this game we’ve started saying it’s not my cock and balls any more. They belong to you. That’s a bit of a turn on.

At least, in the sexual sense they belong to you (And when it comes to a man’s cock and balls, that’s all that really counts. At least, that’s what you’ve said when you milk my cock and balls in the shower in the morning!); you control when I get pleasure from them and I only get pleasure when you decide I do. I like the more sexually dominant you that I see emerging since we started playing this chastity game. I love that you feel your sexual pleasure takes precedence over mine. These days the only time the cage comes off is when I’m working out or in bed with you.

You tap my left ankle and say “Left ankle.” I move my left ankle towards the remaining cuff which is joined to the top, left corner of the bed.

“So,” I begin.

“Shush,” you say. “Move yourself so you’re straight across the bed.”

I shift myself so that I’m now lying straight across our bed with my head pointed at the mirror. You tighten the leg straps so that my legs are slightly parted. I look up and catch a glimpse of you in the mirror, wearing a dressing gown, hair pulled back.

My cock is pinned between me and the mattress and a fidget to relieve the pressure. This just makes me stick my arse up slightly. You don’t seem to notice.

You quickly walk round the bed and tighten the straps linked to the wrist cuffs, pulling my arms wide. My head is now resting on the mattress, my face is turned to the right.

“Lift your head.” I do so and you quickly fit a sleeping mask over it. I cannot see.

And then you walk out of the room.

I hear the door close and another open on the landing. And then the shower starts. A few minutes later I can hear you washing in it. This seems to last a while. Then it stops and I can hear a few indistinct sounds and a door opens. I guess this is you leaving the bathroom. Another door opens and closes, further away this time. You must be in one of the spare rooms. I hear some clunking noises and then a hairdryer starts up.

I sigh. This seems to be taking ages. I had expected a bit of S&M this morning, having my arse spanked or whipped as you experimented with your emerging dominant side. My erection has subsided totally.

The hairdryer stops. It’s very quiet. I listen. Nothing. Another ten minutes or so passes.

I hear the spare room door open and you walking towards our bedroom. The door opens and you walk in. I can smell a perfumed body and the rich smell of scented oil rubbed into skin. You move around the room until you are stood behind me. The hairs on my skin begin to rise in anticipation.

“For the next couple of hours you will only say two words to me,” you say in a matter of fact tone. “These will be ‘yes’ and ‘Mistress’ in that order. Is that clear?”

I smirk. “Well, if you insist –“

I don’t hear the whip cutting through the air, just feel the sting as it cracks across my right buttock. “Oww! Jesus fucking Chri –“ Another crack, across the left buttock. I wrench my body to the right, pulling suddenly against the restraints. Yet another crack. And another. They sting more than they hurt, but I feel awfully exposed.

“Yes, Mistress! Yes, Mistress!” I shout, trying not to laugh.

“Good. You will also answer to the name FuckToy. Do you understand, FuckToy?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. You are FuckToy. My FuckToy. I am your Mistress. I own you.  Can do to you what I like to you. You will do as you are told. Does my FuckToy understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I bet you’re having lots of dirty thoughts about what I’m going to do to you, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Suddenly you climb onto the bed, straddling my naked, burning backside.  Can feel your pants rubbing against me, your smooth, oiled legs either side of my buttocks, your shoes chaffing slightly against the sides of my knees. You lean over me, your bra-encased tits press against my back. My cock is hard again, uncomfortable between me and the mattress. I push my arse back against you, raising my hips to take the weight off my cock.

“Stop fidgeting, FuckToy,” you admonish me, pushing and holding my head against the mattress, pausing briefly to dig your nails quickly into my skin. Then you whisper into my ear; “I love you, dearest. And I know you want this. But just in case, the safe word is ‘pickle.’ Say it and we stop.”

“OK.”

Nails dig into my left shoulder and the whip is swung down onto my right calf muscle.

“Try again, FuckToy!”

“Yes, Mistress!” I say quickly.

“Hmmm,” you say, “better. Well, Fucktoy, today you’re getting your fantasy. I know what you like. I’ve seen those FemDom websites and blogs you’ve read. Now you’re going to get it. And I’m going to enjoy giving it to you. Isn’t that great?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. Kneel for me, FuckToy.”

I drag my knees up as best I can. It’s a little tricky with my arms and legs tied as they are. My chest and face remain on the bed and now my arse is sticking in the air. I feel very exposed and vulnerable but turned on at the same time.

I feel your hand on my ballsack. You give it a gentle tug and my rock-hard penis bobs.

“This will hurt. But you like that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

You squeeze, pull down and twist slightly. It hurts, but it’s not especially bad. You know this.

“More, Fucktoy?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“OK then.”

This time it really does hurt. You hold my balls in your clenched hand, squeezing and twisting them, digging in your nails slightly. I groan through gritted teeth, my eyes clenched shut.

“These are mine to do with as I wish, aren’t they?” You squeeze a little harder to reinforce the point.

“Yes, Mistress,” I gasp. The pain has suddenly become nauseating.

“Would you like some more?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

You begin to squeeze and release my balls, twisting them around and digging your nails in. The pain isn’t quite excruciating, but it’s pretty bad. I’m groaning and crying out in pain. I consider using the safe word, but not yet. And I trust you not to do any lasting damage.

You stop and run a hand over my buttocks and up my back.

“Mmmmm,” you purr into my ear. “God, I love abusing you, FuckToy. It get’s me hot and wet. Very hot and wet. Maybe I will show you in a bit. Would you like that, FuckToy?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Ooohhh, good FuckToy. My pussy is getting a bit juicy now. Maybe I should let you worship it with your tongue…”

You run your hand back down my back and under to my ballsack, where you begin massaging it gently, giving it a little tug every now and again.

“You love this, don’t you FuckToy? Look how hard your cock is.”

With that, you run your hand along my cock. It feels exquisite.

“Oh, God. Yes, Mistress.”

Your hand is snatched away and there is a long pause. I feel you move on the bed, slightly away from me. I think I know what is coming.

“Your Mistress told you what to say and what not to say, didn’t she?”

The whip slaps across my exposed arse twice in quick succession.  Even though I knew it was coming, I cry out in pain.

“Oh, do shut up, FuckToy, you love this!” you hiss viciously. Another whip, across my back.

“You do love this, don’t you, FuckToy?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Shall I continue whipping you for a while, FuckToy?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You love it when I do, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Another crack across my back, then backside and then thighs.

“It turns you on, doesn’t it? Having me whip and dominate you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Would you like me to totally use and humiliate you, FuckToy?”

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Of course you would, FuckToy. I know it turns you on to be mine, to be abused by me. It makes me hot as well. Aren’t you lucky that it turns me on to abuse you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You lucky thing,” you giggle and then sigh.

I feel you lean over me, your left hand resting on my right shoulders as you lean forward, your nails dig in slightly. I grunt in pain. My head is turned to the right and I feel your breath on my cheek as you lean in close to my face.

“Does that hurt FuckToy?” you ask, digging your nails in a bit harder. “I hope so. I like to cause you pain, knowing that you lap it up. God, I could whip your arse bloody and you’d still thank me, wouldn’t you, FuckToy?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

You chuckle softly and I feel your finger brush against my lips.

“Suck,” you whisper.

I open my mouth and you slide your finger in. I can taste your pussy. I suck on your finger, eagerly cleaning your juices from it. You slide another finger in and I lick at the one.

“I know you love to taste my pussy. God, look at you sucking my fingers clean. Maybe I should have you clean my dildo the same way.”

You pull your fingers from my mouth and your body shifts slightly, leaning against me.

“Ooooh, that feels good. I’m fingering my hot pussy, FuckToy. It’s getting very wet now. I’ve got myself very turned on. Here.” And you slide the two fingers back into my mouth. “I love watching you suck my fingers. Suck them clean, FuckToy, taste your Mistress’s pussy. Maybe you’ll get to put your tongue in later. I might enjoy that. I bet you really want to. I bet you would really love to eat my cunt. Hmmm?”

You pull your fingers out of my mouth.

“Yes, Mistress,” I gasp. My cock is bobbing about underneath me. “Yes, Mistress” I say again, a note of pleading in my voice.

“Maybe I’ll let you. In a bit. I kind of enjoyed watching you suck my fingers. Desperate to taste my cunt in any way. I like having you desperate. Makes it easier to get you to do what I want. Mmmmm.”

You run your hand along my back and arse, grabbing my right buttock and giving it a light slap, then a squeeze, sinking your nails into and holding them there.

“I bet that feels good. I bet that feels real good. I bet,” you continue, “that Mistress’s FuckToy loves feeling a set of claws sinking into his arse.” You suddenly increase the pressure and I yelp.

“Yes, Mistress!”

You ease off the pressure a bit.

“You know,” you continue, “I’ve gone to a lot of trouble to set this up for you, FuckToy. I mean, a lot. You’ve been away working and suchlike…” You pause, let go of my buttock move round so your kneeling on the bed, next to my right thigh.

“Oooh, look at your bum. It looks a bit angry. You should see some of these marks. There’s the ones from my claws…” You tap each mark on my right buttock with the tip of one of your nails.

“The whip’s left a few good welts as well, FuckToy.” You run the tip of your nail along a couple of them. The sensation is a weird mix of ecstasy and hot pain. “Hmmm, you might not be sitting down comfortably for a day or so,” you continue before sharply jabbing the nail into the middle of a welt. I bellow and my arse jerks forwards and sideways, away from your hand. It really hurts and I have to bite my lip in frustration as I cannot rub the pain away.

You sigh. “You know, FuckToy, something’s going to have to change here.” You rest a hand gently on my backside. “Really. I was telling you about the trouble I’ve been to, trying to sort things out for your fantasy and then, when we get to it, you bounce around on the bed like some sort of idiot. It’s not good enough, is it? It smacks of a lack of respect and appreciation for your Mistress, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Mmm, yes,” you whisper into my ear. “Yes, indeed. It’s pretty poor, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes, Mistress.” My voice is resigned.

“I will have respect, you know. I’m going to punish you now,” you say matter-of-factly. “While I’m doing it, you will not move. You will demonstrate your respect by staying absolutely still. Failure to do so will result in something… unpleasant.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“But, before I start, just to let you know that I care about my little FuckToy, I’ll give you something to help you along.” Your hand snakes under my balls and along my cock. I hadn’t noticed, but it’s lost a bit of its erection. In fact, it’s lost quite a bit.

“Oh, dear. This isn’t so good,” you say, caressing it, “I want this nice and hard. I want to see your cock like a fucking pole.”

I groan with pleasure. It feels good. My cock feels super-sensitive to your touch and gets hard, quickly. I’m enjoying your caressing which turns into a full on hand job.

“That’s better, FuckToy. I want you to enjoy me wanking you off. I bet you’d like to cum for me, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. But not yet. Not just yet. I own your orgasms, FuckToy. I decide when you cum.” You keep wanking my cock, running your fist along its length. “How long since you came? It must be at least ten days, I guess. Ten days without cumming while your cock has been locked up. You kept it locked up for me while you were away, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Yes, over ten days. No playing with it. No wanking over porn. I bet you looked at some porn while you were away this week, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Probably some of that FemDom stuff. I know you like it. I like it too. Well, I like the idea of dominating you like they do in those clips you saved.” You pause, still stroking my cock. “Anyway, we digress. I’m going to punish you. But I’m giving you a bit of pleasure now, FuckToy, because I really, I mean, I really do want you to enjoy this. I enjoy it. I want you to enjoy it.” You increase the pace on my cock, lean forward and whisper urgently in my ear; “I want you to love me punishing you. I want you to get off on it. I want you to get hard every time you see me with a whip in my hand, when you think about it. I want you to beg me to punish you several times a week because you enjoy it.” You laugh. “God, the thought of that makes me so fucking hot. My cunt is soaking now. I want you on your hands and knees, pleading with me, your Goddess, to whip you.”

I am so close to cumming it isn’t funny. I’m moaning with pleasure.

“Don’t cum, FuckToy. Not yet. Later.”

You keep stroking my cock. I am fighting the urge to cum.

“Don’t cum, FuckToy,” your tone is harsh, “not until I say you can. You have to earn it. You have to be punished first.”

I groan again and you laugh.

“You want me to punish you so you can cum?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

You keep stroking my cock and use your other hand to tug downwards on my balls. I am so close. It feels exquisite. Your rub your hand over the crown of my cock, caressing it’s length.

“Say it again. You want me to punish you, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress! Yes, Mistress!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes…. Yes, Mistress.”

“Good FuckToy”

Without missing a beat you whip me. But not with the whip you were using earlier. This is with a lash, something with multiple tails made of strips. It doesn’t sting quite as much but is more like being given a slap.

“You love this don’t you? Say thank you!”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“No.” Thwack! “No.” Thwack! “No!” Thwack! “Say thank you!” Thwack!

“Thank you, Mistress!”

“Good FuckToy. I think you can say thank you from time to time, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress”

“More punishment, FuckToy?”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you Mistress.”

“Good boy.”

Three more times you strike me before sliding your hand back under my balls and along my prick, from the base to the head. “Mmm, yeah,” you sigh, stroking it back and forth, “nice and hard. Guess you did enjoy your punishment.” Your fingers slide over the head, picking up some pre-cum on your finger tips, which you rub into the glans. “Oooh, you are enjoying it!” you laugh, “good! I guess you’ve earned the right to cum. But not just yet. I want to keep you on the edge of exploding for as long as possible. Do you want me to tell you why?”

“Yes, Mistress.” My voice is quavering slightly. You stop caressing my cock and I relax. I didn’t realise how tense I had become. I allow my body to sag in relief. My cock, however, is still straining.

“The longer I keep you from cumming, the bigger the bang will be when you do. But you know this. What I’ve noticed is that the longer I keep you from cumming and the more teasing I do, the more I dominate you, the more you get turned on. But if I control your orgasms you have to be nice to me or you don’t cum. I’ve noticed that you’re really nice to me if I don’t let you cum for a while and I keep up with the teasing. I’ve also noticed that the longer I keep you in this denial, the more subservient you get.” You pause and I feel you sit back on the bed. You stroke my thigh with one hand and continue; “I like it when you’re subservient to me. You do as well. I know you do. You want me to dominate you, punish and use you, and still you want to worship me. All because you’re subservient and I control your orgasms.”

You pause, as if thinking.

“I do enjoy dominating you,” you say, “I want to make you my total slave. I want to be able to fuck you how I want. I want endless sexual pleasure. Do you know what, I’m going to take it, because you want me to, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I say quietly.

“You want me to have all the orgasms I can handle, don’t you?” you say as you begin stroking my cock again. My body twists with pleasure.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You want me to totally own you, dominate and abuse you, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Without recourse?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“So I get orgasms and sexual pleasure when I want, irrespective of you? You may come to regret that,” you chuckle dirtily. “Oooh, I’m fingering my cunt while I stroke your cock, FuckToy. It is very wet. Very.” You sigh with pleasure. “You want me to put all my pleasure before yours, don’t you? That turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

I am so incredibly turned on now. I’m not sure what your goal was, if you had any when you tied me up as I woke up, but you seemed to have thought your way from a bit of S&M fun to being a complete dominatrix whose slave has willingly surrendered control of his orgasms to you. And I have come to realise that I want this, more than anything.

“I’m going to do it, you know. You want it, don’t you? You want me to put my sexual pleasure above any consideration for you. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good, because I own your cock and I’ve only just started with today’s session. I’m going to use and abuse you, because it turns both of us on, and then I’m going to have one orgasm after another. And because you’ve agreed that my pleasure comes before yours, you’re going to have to wait for your orgasm, my little FuckToy. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Wonderful. I’m very happy that you think so, FuckToy. Stay there,” you snigger and walk out of the room.

Silence. My body feels tired already. I’m not sure how long we’ve been at this. Not long? Half an hour? Two hours? No idea. The welts and bruises where you’ve abused me are hot and my cock is so hard that the need to cum is almost painful. If you told me to fuck you now, to drive my cock into your hungry pussy I doubt if I would last long. The scenario runs through my head; you’re underneath me, legs spread wide. You beckon me towards you, wrapping one arm around my neck and grabbing my cock with your other hand and guiding it into your pussy. You look into my eyes and say: “Fuck me. Fuck me hard and make me cum, FuckToy.” And I do. Sliding my rock hard penis in and out of your wet, slippery cunt, listening to you gasp in pleasure each time I thrust forwards. I wonder how long I would last. Long enough, I hope. Long enough for you to cum and, hopefully, give me permission to cum.

I hear the door open and you enter. My cock, still hard, gets even harder at the sound of your voice; “Still here, FuckToy? I guess that means you want to be here. My word, you must really enjoy being abused by me. Still, that is what you signed up for isn’t it? To be mine to do with as I will, you subservient, little creature.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Still, I know I have to keep your interest if I want you to worship me.” I can hear you smile. “So I’ve got some more fun and games for you.”

I hear you walk around the room behind me. From the sounds I’m pretty sure you’re wearing high heels, but it’s difficult to tell as the room is carpeted. I hear a quiet squirting noise – lube being dispensed? I tense slightly, not knowing what is coming next and manage not to flinch when your hand closes around my scrotum; your hand is cool and wet. You circle to top of my ball sack with your thumb and forefinger and gently pull down, slowly allowing my balls to slide through. The sensation is both calming and arousing. I moan quietly.

“That’s it, FuckToy. Relax”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress”

“Your balls seem quite swollen. I hope they’re full of jizz for me and that you haven’t been wasting any while you’ve been away.” You caress them, massaging them between your lubricated fingers, always keeping the scrotum pulled downwards with a gentle pressure. Your other hand is rubbing gently at the base of my spine, moving in a circle down towards my arse and back again. I allow my back to relax as I take my weight on my chest. My arse is still in the air and probably quite obscenely exposed.

Briefly, the hand that was massaging my back drifts down the crack of my arse and tickles at my anus.  I jerk involuntarily and my anus spasms in response. I hear you giggle. “Oooh, look!” You trail a lubricated finger tip around the cleft of my arse, not quite touching the crinkled skin of my anus as it twitches. “Well, well, well,” you say.

You continue massaging my balls, ignoring my cock for the time being. After a while you begin to talk again, still massaging my balls. “You know, FuckToy,” you say casually, like it means nothing, “I’m going to take you to the next level.”

Suddenly I feel something hard, cold and wet nudging at my exposed anus.

“Relax, FuckToy,” you say calmly, “It will hurt if you don’t.”

My breathing gets faster as you let go of my balls and begin to stroke my cock. That cold, hard presence is still nudging insistently at my anus.

“Come on, FuckToy. You’ve had things in there before. You told me so and that you like it.” You push a bit harder and the intruder begins to enter, pushing the hole in my arse open. I desperately try to relax. “Admittedly,” you continue, “This is probably the biggest thing you’ve had but I’ve seen your dilator kit and this shouldn’t be too much of a stretch for you. The fact that you own a dilator kit tells me that you want this.”

I start feeling panicky. How much bigger than the dilator kit I’ve been using is the butt plug? Christ, it’s really stretching me down there. I keep trying to relax, to let it in, knowing that once you’re past the head the diameter reduces quickly. You keep stroking my cock, wanking it quite quickly now.

“Come on, baby. I want you to know how it feels to get fucked rather doing the fucking.” You lean forward and whisper in my ear; “I’m going to fuck you. You know you want it.”

With a soft jerk the head of the intruder pops past my rectum. “There we go,” you say and stop stroking my cock. I whine. “Shush.” you say, lightly slapping my bum. “Mmmm, take it in, FuckToy. Go on, all the way.”

All the way? How much is there?

Slowly, the head of the butt plug is driven into my arse. It doesn’t seem to be getting much narrower, but I can’t think about that as my head is swimming with all sorts of sensations and emotions. I feel very full behind my cock and it is not an unpleasant sensation. You stroke my cock a few more times with your lubricated hand and I can feel an orgasm churning in my balls, just waiting for release. Mentally, I feel totally at your mercy. You are taking me, sexually, in the most intimate way possible and you are enjoying every minute of my emotional and sexual collapse before your dominating power. I feel almost childlike in my helplessness at being manipulated by you and, through all of this, I feel massively turned on.

You slide it into my arse, cooing in appreciation as it slips inside. I realise that it’s not a butt plug, just a glass dildo; the neck isn’t narrowing to a base and my anus is being stretched wide. My cock keeps twitching angrily and the need to cum is becoming overpowering. I sigh and moan as the base of the dildo touches my arse. If had my hands free nothing would stop me from pinning you to the bed and fucking you right now.

“Well done, FuckToy. All in.” You add in a serious tone; “And now it needs to stay in for a while.” You prod the base, pushing the dildo in a bit further and then move it around slightly, stimulating me from the inside. I groan, feelings of close to orgasmic ecstasy rumbling through my body. My toes clench and unclench. You stroke around my backside and then slide the dildo slowly in and out. I can feel the bumps and curves on it as it slides in and out of my anus. I whimper with pleasure and feel my cock pulsing, vainly searching for enough stimulation to bring on an orgasm.

Then you point the didlo’s head downwards as you slide it into me, nudging against my prostate and I cry out with pleasure. My God, the feeling of surrender to you is breathtaking. My cock is red hot and it feels like I am right on the edge of cumming.

“How does it feel to be fucked, FuckToy? I can see you’re enjoying it. You’re cock is rock hard and dribbling. My, my. You like punishment and you like to take it in the arse. You really are a pervy, subbie, little FuckToy aren’t you? I bet you’ve been wanting a woman to do this to you for all your life, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I mumble, struggling to focus on what you’re saying.

“Good. Because if I had any doubts I’m definitely your Mistress now and I think you might be getting fucked like this more often in the future. But,” you add, “only if you’re good. And you know what that means, don’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I gasp.

“No orgasms for you unless I say so,” you sound happy and stop moving the dildo around, leaving it fully embedded in my arse. Every now and again, you check it, sliding it back in if it’s moved. “Maybe no orgasms for a very long time,” you continue happily. I whimper in dismay. “Oh, don’t worry,” you say, “if you let me have my way then you’ll still get fucked like this, whipped, teased and generally abused. You like it and I like having you subservient to me and this will keep you the way I want you.”

You push the head of the dildo against my prostate. “Oh! Oh, thank you, Mistress!” I groan.

“I think it’s a pretty good arrangement,” you continue, moving the dildo back and forth against my prostate as I gasp with pleasure. “I know I said you would get to cum after you took your punishment, and you will. But I think you should know; it’s not going to be for a while. You’ll still get pleasure, just no orgasm.”

“I will though. Lots of them,” you chuckle happily, “after all, that’s my cock you’ve got there and I’ll decide when it gets to shoot its load. But I think I deserve at least daily orgasms for all this work I’ve gone to. And all the work I’m going to go to. After all, you love to do this for me, don’t you?” Your hand snakes under my hips to my cock and begins to stroke it again. I can almost feel the pre-cum dribbling from the head.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Lovely. We’re in agreement then. No orgasms for you until I say so. Lots for me. And you get to be my subbie FuckToy whose only priority is my sexual pleasure?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy.”

You slowly slide the dildo out of my arse and get off the bed. I can hear you walk into the bathroom and clean it. It goes quiet for a minute or two and you come back and begin to undo my bonds.

I collapse on the bed and you take off my blindfold and kiss me. Whatever you were wearing earlier has been replaced with your dressing gown. You slide your hot tongue into my mouth, swirling it against mine. You giggle into the kiss and press the Watchful Mistress into my hands. “Get your cage back on, FuckToy and keep that tongue in good working order. It’ll be busy later.”

To be continued….

A return to chastity

Well, it's been a while since I last posted.
So, after quite a break, I'm back in the cage. The return to being caged again was driven by me after the best part of two weeks away from the wife. For the first part of the trip I was on a boys holiday (beer & rugby) then on business.
I should say that the cage had been left off for some time prior to this trip. I couldn't tell you exactly why. I had lost a bit of interest and the wife didn't seem terribly bothered about getting me back in the cage or indulging in anything like the Tease & Denial stuff we were previously enjoying. That said, she injured her back quite badly about a month ago and it's one of those injuries that is going to take a while to clear up. This certainly put the brakes on any kind of penetrative sex,.

Now, we seem to be back on track with me being caged during the day and a bit of edging in the shower at the start of the day. However, that's about it as we are both very busy and her back is still not right.

Shag, Marry, Kill

Well, it's been a while since the last post.

The holiday was great, by the way - we met up with some old friends and made some new ones. I was also introduced to a new game called Shag, Marry, Kill. No, this nothig to with some sort of homicidal swingers club, just a fun game to play after a few drinks. Basically, you pick three individuals for somebody and they have to choose which one to shag, which one to marry and which one to kill. This gets interesting when you pick three very desirable candidates for your drinking buddy to choose from.

As for the male chastity, things have come off the boil for a bit. Nothing unusual in that, just life meandering along in it's own way. You can't live your kinks 24/7, as much as you'd want to. The wife obliged me by letting me come during our morning tease this weekend. My first orgasm for quite some time. I would have liked to have had it duirng intercourse, but she had her monthly visitor and really didn't fancy it.

More to follow....

a date has been set

Morning all. We're on holiday at the moment so this is going to be a short post.

Following on from my last blog, the good lady wife has set a date for my next orgasm: Easter weekend, although she did say Christmas and laughed. Seeing as I'm already on a personal best of two weeks this sets quite a challenge. At the moment it's not a problem. I'd like to see if she can make me beg and really mean it.

In the meantime, I can expect lots of teasing, sex with no orgasm for me and she has said she'll milk.

Frankly, I cannot wait.

Changes in Denial Period

There have been a few changes recently in the b2ounce house.

Around Christmas time I put together a chastity contract for me and wife. This hasn't really worked. I think it might have been too restrictive (I know this sounds odd in a male chastity context!).

Things changed this weekend. The wife has got past a bunch of serious deadlines at work and nearly sorted some family matters that have brought down the stress levels. She asked me when my next orgasm was due (we operate on a ten day cycle at the moment) and I said that I wanted her to have complete control of them and to excercise that control. In effect, we have decided that she can make the decision on as and when (and how) I get to cum. The rest of the contract seems to have fallen by the wayside.

One of the things that I've been encouraging her to do is not to let me come and not to feel bad about it. Tease and denial is one thing she is OK with, but me not coming when we have penetrative sex has been more of a challenge. On Sunday night we made love. In fact we fucked like bunnies. But she wouldn't let me come.

As a result I felt great on Monday!

And I haven't had an orgasm for 11 or 12 days.

Milking and anal dilation

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A near miss in the gym and the Watchful Mistress is here...

As part of my job I have to spend time away from home. It's not normally too bad - a couple of nights every couple of weeks. Sometimes I can combine it with a visit to friends or family. If things really work out I can bring the wife.

When I am away by myself I will normally stay locked for the enitre trip except when I am in the gym. In these situations I leave home with a plastic tag (if travelling by air) or coded padlock locking my CB6000S. When I need to get out of the CB I either break the tag or contact the wife for the code. Once I am done in the gym I lock myself back in the CB using another coded padlock (for which I do not know the code) or another plastic tag, depending what is appropriate.

I was away for one night last week and had gone to a gym near my stopover for the night. As usual, I contacted the wife for the code, unlocked myself and completed my session. I was at my locker, fishing out the cage portion of the CB when I dropped it. The impact with the tiled floor split the join and the unit fell into two neat halves! Not good. Quickly, I retrieved the unit and left the gym, hoping I hadn't been spotted. I went to a nearby shop for some superglue and reassembled the unit.

It went back on in the morning. I struggled with the urge to indulge myself all night and when I woke up. Surely, one little orgasm wouldn't hurt? I must confess, I did 'edge' myself a couple of times whilst perusing the porn on my iPad.

Later in the day my caged willy began to itch. It wasn't enough to be a problem but it was enough to be a distraction. I began to wonder if I wasn't having some sort of reaction to the superglue. Surely, though, the glue had dried by then and I've got superglue on my skin before now and not had any reaction to it.

Anyway, this shouldn't be a problem going forwards as the Watchful Mistress arrived on Saturday. With much delight I put it on and then had to remove it an hour later as I was in excuciating pain. Somehow, it had twisted and was pulling the skin under my ball sack which was looking very red and very angry! Thank God the wife was around to let me out!

I am now back in the WM. It seems OK this time - I have applied lots of lube!

I must say, I am really pleased with the look of the WM and hope it works out OK.

Something else that I also find out is terribly erotic is that while my chastity device has been upgraded to something nice, shiny and hard, the wife has started wearing increasingly sexy underwear. The idea that she is wearing hot, sexy underwear whilst my sexual gratification is being denied by her is getting me very horny indeed!

More delays

As you might have already read, one of the prerequisites to me getting an orgasm is meeting my weight and body fat loss targets.

Currently, there is a minimum wait of ten days between orgasms for me. The last 'due date' was 26th Jan. The last time I came was 16th Jan. That's the longest I think I have ever gone without an orgasm - 13 days and counting!

Weigh in is always on a Monday and as of last Monday I hadn't made my targets. This was annoying, not because I didn't get my orgasm, but because on Friday I had made the targets. Then, following a night out on Saturday, it all went wrong and the targets were missed.

So, no orgasm for me. She has hinted that I might get lucky this weekend. We shall see. I think I would prefer not to; it almost seems like cheating. I would prefer to wait until the next weigh in on Monday (which I am quietly confidant about).

And I see my blog has a follower! Welcome, Grey Owl!

Prince Alberts

There seems an increase in chat & discussion about Prince Albert piercings in the MC community at the moment.
Or maybe it's just me.

I used to be very much in the "That's disgusting" camp on this. I was also in the "Christ, that looks like it hurt" camp.

These days, however, I'm more curious than anything. I mean, if the good wife turned round to me and said "Would you have a PA?" I'm not sure my answer would be an unequivocal "No." My reservations would be more of a practical nature.

Specifically, about peeing. I'm not sure on this, but it seems to me that peeing whilst standing with a PA in place would be ... potentially messy, in the same way peeing with a chastity device can be.

One of the agreements I have with my keyholding wife is that I can go solo without the male chastity device (if she is with me it is less of an issue) on occassions where it would be impractical to wear it. Typically, this is when I am on holiday with male friends. These events normally involve a lot of beer which leads to a lot of peeing. Not a problem down the pub but we are usually at sports events or music festivals where peeing standing up is the order of the day. Additionally, in these situations shared accomodation and toilet facilities both make wearing a MC device ... difficult and unnecessary (Indulging in a bit of self pleasuring when your best friend is sleeping in the next bed? No.).

So, at the moment the only reason for NOT getting a PA is about peeing whilst standing during two long weekends eadch year.

But what about the reasons for going ahead and getting a PA?

The first is my rapidly expanding appetite for kink.

The second is the increase in 'chastity security'. When I first started wearing a MC device I managed to extricate myself from and it and ..  well, you can guess the rest.

The third is partly aesthetical and partly practical - can I wear something less encumbering that a CB6000 or Watchful Mistress? Would this allow me to stay in a chastity device while I was at the gym or pool etc. I dont know the answer to this and, to be honest, if the answer to this question was 'yes' then I would be a long way to going for it.

So, I'm well out of the "That's disgusting" camp on this one.

However, I can't quite find my way out of the "Christ, that looks like it hurt" camp.

Chasity as a motivational tool

One of the things I've noticed on the various blogs and forums that are linked to Male Chastity is the need (or otherwise) for a contract between keyholder and the person in the chastity device (The locked? Lockee?).

Some folks have tried it and ditched it as being cumbersome. Others, expecially over at the Chastity Mansion, are happy to use them.

Personally, I quite like having a contract between me and my keyholder, the wife, and one of the points in the contract is regarding weight loss. I am, without a shadow of a doubt, carrying too much excess baggage. This is particularly galling as I used to be quite fit and play a fair amount of sports before picking up a back injury that has forced a sedentary lifestyle over the last few years. However, the injury was sorted out about a year ago and I have struggled to get fit again. Most of it is down to lack of self discipline and unwillingness to knuckle down to the task at hand.

Since the beginning of January however, I have been working to a set of weekly targets (weight & body fat loss) that are set in the contract. Failure to achieve these may result in extensions of my time between orgasms - currently set to ten days as a minimum. The results, so far, are encouraging!

Unfortunately, I missed the weight loss target this week, so I think my next orgasm is going to be put back a bit.

Introductions

Hi all,

As my first blog (on this subject or any other), I guess some introductions and maybe a bit of an explanation are in order!
So, I drifted into male chastity during the summer of 2010. It started with me trawling the web and finding Sarah Jameson's most excellent website malechastityblog.com. I found the male chastity thing a serious turn on (which parts of it and why will be covered in a later blog).
Anyway, I raised the subject with my wife, showing her a CB6000 and some of the info from the web. Frankly, she wasn't that interested and then that was it.
About a month later the subject came up again and she asked after the CB6000 and if I was going to go ahead and buy it. I did.
I've been wearing it pretty much ever since, apart from a month or so in late 2010 when events beyond ourr control were doing their best to screw things up.
Just before Christmas the subject of presents came up. We talked around it and one of the options that came up was a metal chastity device. I'm not sure who brought it up. So, an order was placed and we are awaiting delivery - any day now, I think.
More to follow....