I’m getting changed

Things have been crowded at our home lately with my kids shoehorning themselves into the household dynamic. Madame is graciously giving us space in the master suite while she takes another bed. Because the alternative of all of us sharing the same space, with two teenage boys, is a little off. Today she informed me with a wink that she was getting changed before she headed to the beach to join some friends for sun and sand. Naturally, I went to join her and help her out of those restrictive clothes.

Finding an opportunity, she grabbed a dresser and stuck out her bottom and I did some cleaning for her, as she had been missing this aspect of our evening rituals. Then we lay down on the bed together, me naked, her partly clothed, me servicing her with her cock and she laying back and enjoying.

“I’m sorry I can’t give you the fucking you want… you keep me at the edge so long… ”

“Do you think I don’t know how to get what I want from that cock? Do you think that I’m not getting exactly what I want, boy?” she replied as she lay back and took my cock into her.

We fucked slowly and intensely, my cock swelling thick and hard, he pussy getting wet. I knew the point that I leaked into her, something slightly more than pre-cum seeping into her, she felt it too. We smiled together.

She touched my face, my hair, I licked her hand.

“May I orgasm please?” I asked. She knew it was just an orgasm, not an ejaculation and granted my request. I licked at her hand again, gripped into myself and pushed myself into a beautiful orgasm, just feeling all those good tense points inside as they pulled and pushed. I whimpered, close to cumming, but just orgasming while in her. She smiled at me. I pulled the muscles tighter and let them go again, orgasm still flowing.

We soon fell into a nap together, drifting in and out of slumber and sleep, she drifting in and out of dream cycles. I, relaxing, drifting, feeling us together. As my cock waned and slipped from her, she stirred, but it was just another dream cycle. I held my place while she slumbered. It was a beautiful nap. A beautiful time. I was very much her pet, her partner, her slave, her owned property, all at the same time.

I am so happy with my vacation these past two weeks or so. It’s been a delight. I will write more later. But today was just heavenly.

Quick. Really quick!

This morning, to keep “the streak” going, I pushed her into the bedroom and then pushed her over the bed. It was not very forceful, but I knew that we would have limited opportunity once my kids arrived for a couple weeks, so I needed to strike while the iron was hot.

“You have one minute.”

“To cum?”

Tongue in deeplyShe didn’t answer, but I had her bent over, her shorts and panties down and had already loosened the tie on my slave pants, they slid down to my ankles with no trouble. I quickly knelt behind her and got my tongue into her ass, the quickest way to getting me to hardness.

“15 seconds elapsed, pup…” she said as my tongue lapped at her ass. My hand on my cock had be semi-hard, but not rigid. Her words made me hard enough to enter, once I put spit on my head and on her pussy opening. Standing behind her, I slid in quick and deep. She moaned. “Unfffffff” was her only available response now.

“Did I have one minute to cum?” I repeated my query.

“What do you think?” I knew the answer.

“Please…. please…. ”

She laughed, I fucked. “No, no, that’s not going to happen. And you have 30 seconds left.” I moaned. I stopped fucking. I was already at the edge. She laughed more. “Like I would have let you cum if you could… don’t you know better by now?”

I slid into her again, having regained some of my composure. She groaned again as I filled her.

“Ten.” I fucked deep and full.

“Five” I pulled out.

“Very well, you were about done anyway. I’m done with you.” She stood from her position, pulled up her panties and shorts and left me there, my cock in my hand, pulsing uselessly. I stroked my cock just once and a large drop of cum dripped from the head – she gasped – I never saw it, as I had removed my glasses.

“Clean that fucking carpet and get your fucking uniform on. I’m done with you.” She walked out of the room.

And so ended day 15 of consistent fucking and denial. I’ve been denied for far longer but we’ve fucked every single day for 15 days. This seems to be a streak she intends to keep going.

Pending…

It’s all pending… so many things are pending… it makes me pensive. Well, no, more apprehensive than anything.

Work – crazy busy. End of fiscal. People to hire. People to train. Projects to wrangle. Special project to wrangle. And Guilder to frame for it.

Personal – end of school year shenanigans, family events, family things to fix (I am tech support… :( ), family plans for Chloe and I going on. Craziness.

House – One roommate in and out of the hospital, another roommate off to work often. Gotta keep the house up as Chloe and I are the ones that wrangle most of the house stuff. This is tedious at times. But it has to get done and we just end up doing it.

Sex life – We make the time to fuck. And that’s good. It’s been a good time in this manner. But we find little time for play because of all the above. But beyond that, any non-primary relationships suffer. That’s the nature of it. It can’t be helped.

I have a full week at work to come, camp to shop and pack for and any myriad of things on the list to wrangle before camp. And then I have to hope that work can keep their shit together while I’m gone, which I have problems believing will happen.

The saving grace in all this is…

  • Chloe gives me space and light loads before camp so I can concentrate on getting us ready for camp.
  • I will get to camp and have good cathartic hard work. Hopefully some of it will be naked or damn close to it!
  • I will get to be on vacation at camp. After that, I might be able to play at camp.

 

But it’s a long road to camp, literally and metaphorically. We’ll get there. It’s a light at the end of a tunnel. We’ll get there.

I love how hungry you are

VenusButterflyThis was the text I received from her this morning after I had shared a 4 image series of pics, one of which is included here. And indeed, I am hungry. She’s denied me for over 100 days. And last night, while our reunion was sleepy and tired and we both desired deep slumber, she also was aroused by my naked body next to hers, my gentle petting of her pussy, my nuzzling her arm, petting her body… I could tell she had already touched herself, as I could smell her while she pet my face.

We caught up from our weekends apart, I pet and nuzzled her, she grew sleepy. She got up to go to the bathroom before we both settled in for sleep. I placed her body pillow in the right position, set the covers to accept her into the bed, moved her squishy pillow to the right spot. She returned, got into bed and her hand grabbed at the back of my head, quickly pulling my head of its pillow and toward her pussy. I cleaned her diligently, thankful to be between her legs and servicing her, as well as pleasuring her. My tongue lapped all around her pussy and then settled a few broad tongued strokes across the top of her clitoral hood, shaking the jewelry that has lived there for years. Now her hand pulled at my hair again, pulling me up, moving my body in between her legs, my hard cock ready to be inside.

“May I, Ma’am?” I asked as I wet the head with my hand.

She breathed out the word “Yes” and I was in her before the “s” faded. “Good boy!” she breathed out. I thrust twice and pulled back, already close to the edge. Gradually I was able to fuck her, one thrust at a time, her fingers danced on her clit while I did so.

“How does it feel to fuck without cumming for 102 days?”

“It’s intense, I can barely keep myself calm enough.”

“How long have I denied you?”

“102 days Ma’am.”

“Say it, say it all… ”

“You’ve denied me for over 100 days Ma’am. I haven’t cum in over 100 days.”

“No, you haven’t. Maybe you’ll never cum again… ” I pulled out. “Put it back in!”

“I can’t! I’m too close Ma’am, it’s been over 100 days.”

“Over 100 days of denial pup?” she was enjoying this as much as I was.

“Yes Ma’am” I whimpered, almost whining.

“100 days of no cumming. Oh those balls are so full, I can feel how heavy they are. Fuck me, pup!” I slid in, then out again. “FUCK ME, PUP!” I slid in and out again.

Her orgasm hit her quickly. Surprised, she had just pushed herself over the edge. She was falling down the other side of the mountain head over heels. I breathed deeply and entered her again, she squeezed my cock, I held steady. She cried out, I held steady. I slid in just a bit deeper, she squeezed me hard and thrashed. When she could breathe again, she uttered “Good. Boy!” I had to pull out. She uttered dismay at my leaving her. I apologized.

“Do you need cleaning, Ma’am?”

“Yes, pup, clean me.” I did, sliding from my cock between her legs to my mouth, where I cleaned her. Soon we were spooned again together, under the covers.

Now I felt it. I felt it within me. She heard me moan and I moved slowly against her, I knew what was in me, coupling with her after being away for two nights made this body to body intimacy grow this in me. I asked. “May I orgasm, Ma’am?”

“Yes, pup.” I let down the internal barrier holding back my orgasm. I let the energy cycle around in its circular path. The energy flowed and built. I was close, I could feel it. My cock swelled and rubbed against her. I clutched her tightly, spooning her, my hand on her breast. I was close. I asked her “please…  how many days… will I ever cum again?” She knew where I was going, she helped push me to the edge.

“102 days pup. One Hundred and Two.” I pulled her tightly into me. I tensed. “I don’t know that you ever need to cum again, pup. I don’t know why I need that. That mess. I get all I want from that cock and I don’t think I need any more than that pup. No, I don’t think you’ll ever need to cum again, pup.” And from that edge she pushed me to, those last sentences pushed me over the edge. While she had rolled down a mountain when she went over the edge minutes before, I fell off a cliff, suspended in mid-air, my entire body grabbed at her, my arms, legs, hips, cock, hands, everything. I grabbed tightly at her. Falling yet suspended and then WHAM, I hit the ground, my body shaking violently as I hit, the orgasm washing through me, over me, it made me shake so intensely.

I remembered to breathe, as best I could. I loosened my grip. I thanked her. One decent aftershock and we were in bed together, spooned, ready for bed, we slumbered, we slept. I’m not sure when I moved again, but it felt like I was wrapped in her for 8 hours.

Used

Last night, she woke late, needing me. Needing me inside her. And she took me in, used me, pleasured herself, brought me to the edge a couple times, then she simply rolled over, clutched her pillow and went to sleep. My cock, dripping and hard, throbbed as she rolled over away from me. I sidled up to her, as best I could with my cock pushing straight out away from me, tucking it down. I rubbed her back for less than a minute and she was asleep. This was, in fact, the second time she had used me as her sex toy that day.

I rolled onto my back, stroked my cock – only to frustrate myself further. Still no cumming allowed, I ended up just teasing myself to the edge before my brain would let me relax enough to sleep.

It’s been 95 days today since I’ve ejaculated. She likes that a lot. She likes the number 100 a lot. But she’s getting restless.

 

Down boy…

Busy Sunday. Lots of errands, lots of work. Project here, project there. They bounce off each other all day, taking moments when they can.

He walks into the bedroom.

“Kneel. Here.” She points to the floor at the foot of the bed. He kneels. He wears a bandana, shirt, jeans and her panties, but she doesn’t know about the last part.

She steps to the foot of the bed, bends over to lay her torso on it and simultaneously pushes her pants and panties down.

“Kiss my ass, boy.” He does. Reverently placing kiss after kiss on both her cheeks. His hands hold her hips, then slide up under her sweatshirt and caress her breasts.

“Clean me.” His tongue now into action, he presses it into her pussy, lapping at her. Some sweat, some piss, just the days worth of woman that is on her.

“Deeper.” He pushes deeper, his nose buried, his breathing stopped while he delves deep.

“Now up…” He pulls back from her and asks her to repeat, it’s hard to hear when one’s face is deep in a pussy. “My ass pup, clean.” He utters a brief acknowledgement and settles in between her cheeks to clean. She’s never that dirty but he knows it’s her. He knows he’s cleaning her in a most intimate way.

Again he hears “Deeper” and he pushes his tongue in deeply, again his breathing paused while he delves in deep, gently fucking her hole with his tongue. He tips his head up, letting his nose get a breath of air into him and returns to the task. A belt must have been on the bed, or in her hands, and now it’s pulling at the back of his neck, pulling him deeply into her, deeper still. His tongue and jaw hurt. She pulls hard, pushing back against him, smothering him. He sputters out air but gets none in. She tortures him like this for just a few seconds, but when one doesn’t receive new oxygen, seconds have a more noticeable duration.

She releases him. He falls back on his haunches, still touching her hips. He holds himself by holding her. Relieved for the air, he moves to continue where he left off, but she tells him “Stay” as she stands, straightens herself and pulls up her clothes. He starts to get up and she stops him. “No, pup. Stay. Stay kneeling right there until I leave the room and that cock stops sticking out so obviously.”

He does just that, waiting for his cock to soften, he inhales her scent and smiles. Lucky dog.

Write or not…

Sometimes I think “Well hey, that’s a great idea for a story… ” and I login to the blog and start writing and then say “Well, are we just a wank fodder blog? I can’t write this. I’ll end up doing nothing but writing fantasies… ” and then I close the window and don’t write anything. But…. writing is writing. And damn it, I should write.

So, well, unsure. I know we don’t have a big audience, but I also don’t know what the audience wants. I’ve kind of done this as a “build it and they will come” thing, as well as a place to write out my thoughts, but I haven’t been doing all that.

Just unsure of where to go with it…

 

So, if you want to hear the fantasy spurred on by my visit to the nutritionist this morning, let me know! If you’re like to hear something else, tell me that. For now, I’ll just leave this tiny writing here in my indecisiveness.

“Mouth!”

This morning, I quipped something to Madame while I sat at the table, sipping my coffee and doing my typical morning wake up routine.

“Okay, mouth!” was her equally terse reply.

And that was it.

But then, my mind went elsewhere. In my mind, it continued more like this.

Madame soon returned into the dining room and stood in front of me. I looked up. “That mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble. In fact, it has. Up! Now!” She pulled me by my robe to get me up, then moved her grip to the tip of my cock, squeezing it tightly and pulling me to follow her. My robe fluttered open and loose as she walked me, her feet stomping, into the bedroom. Releasing her grip on my cock she grabbed the back of my head, pushed me against the bed and bent me over. “Down there. Don’t fucking move.”

She walked out of the room for a minute and then returned, locking the door behind her. I stayed in position, bent over the bed at the waist, my head turned to the right as my left cheek rested on the covers. Her hand grabbed my hair roughly. “Open!” she barked. I opened and into my mouth went a bar of soap. “I can’t believe you need to be reminded so soon. Didn’t I just beat you for your mouth a few days ago? Did you learn nothing? I don’t have time to be correcting you every time. And the roommates sure as hell don’t need to hear this so you’re going to keep quiet. Don’t you dare scream, even if you want to. And don’t you dare move.”

She walked behind me and left me on the bed, the soap between my teeth. I knew she was grabbing a cane from the little niche behind the dresser.

She spoke quietly but sternly as she reminded me “You keep quiet. I don’t want to hear anything from you. And I don’t have time for this, so I’m just going to cane you as much as I damn well think is appropriate.” I whimpered.

Normally our canings are slow and steady, giving one’s body time to react to each of the strokes as they reverberate through the body. But this time, she would give me no such rest. She beat me, hard, and just whipped at my ass incessantly. I couldn’t even count as the fire of the cane went through my ass, I tried to grit my teeth but only got more soap for my efforts. I wanted to cry out, but could not. 10, 20, 30 swats, she just kept at it. I really lost track but I think she laid down 40 or so strokes to my ass. She did nothing to spread them out, they all landed solidly in the middle of my ass, all overlapping and raising some proud welts immediately.

She had finished, my ass was on fire, drool dripped onto the bed from the end of the bar of soap. She grabbed my hair and pulled me up off the bed, but only far enough to put me on my knees in front of the bed. She wrenched my head back. I coughed and sputtered with the soap in my mouth as the drool tried to slide into my throat. “Cry if you want, pup, but do not yell. Do not dare to touch your ass. Crawl over to wall, put your forehead against it and you just kneel there until I come back. And don’t drop that soap.” As I weakly crawled across the floor, she stripped me of the robe as I moved, leaving me naked and kneeling in front of the wall.

 

Okay, so that’s a fantasy, perhaps I came up with more as I wrote it, but the basic premise of her not putting up with my being mouthy is what was in my head. And whipping my ass rapidly with a cane, demanding my quiet due to roommates, and putting me “in the corner” or against the wall, was the end point. At the table with my thoughts, my cock swelled. But in the fantasy, up against the wall, my cock retreated, no signs of arousal. This was a punishment and minutes later, the fire in my ass would feel exactly like a punishment.

The reality is that we are getting ready to have time apart in the coming week. And we DO have roommates who have to be considered. And one of the roommates was in the bathroom, so the soap would have been an issue. And even being quiet, with the bathroom right next to our room, that would be an issue too. So we have these limits. But I wouldn’t begrudge her the idea of punishing me for being tart with her. Perhaps, reading this, she might see it and want to enact such a punishment in future infractions. Of course, I also don’t want to be her petulant child! Just her pet. ;) So, maybe we just talk more about it later. And maybe, the next time I’m short with her, I’ll find myself with a mouthful.

A brief moment

She’s been working hard on a project for work which I can’t really help her with. She’s stressed and has worked on it for the past few nights, camping at the dining room table and working on a presentation. I had a lot of time in the car for work today and ended up coming home late.

I came home, changed, sat to relax on the couch and she came over for a kiss and a break from her work. I held her hand, she stood in front of me and bent over to kiss me. It was a nice little break for her. When she was done, she stood, turned away from me and pushed her PJs down, exposing her bottom. I leaned forward and kissed her ass, planting multiple kisses on both her cheeks. She bent forward. I removed my glasses and leaned in deeper, pushing my nose between her cheeks, opening her to my tongue and I cleaned her, as was her wish from how she signaled me. I pulled her into me to reach deeper and clean her well. She let out a nice deep breath and then stood. “Good boy” was all she said as she patted me on the head and pulled her PJs back up.

It’s the little things…

Our evolving relationship

Now she has me tracked for location and weight and food. I have my points, I spend them on food, I eat, I drink, I, hopefully, lose weight. This is good. I have a goal of losing some 37 pounds. It’s a bold goal and would bring me to a weight I have seen in over a decade. Or more.

This week, she told me “I think you need to be locked up again. I think you need to be locked and not allowed to cum until you make your goal… ” I’ve been denied ejaculation for two months already (2/2) though I’ve only been locked for a couple weeks during that time. But those two weeks went by easily without any of the discomfort I’ve had in the past with chastity. So I might be back up to taking longer lockup periods.

I know she’s threatened such actions before – denying me for an undefined period, which is where I am now. I have no idea when she will let me cum again. She likes me here. Last night she said “You’re hungry” and I am. I’m hungry and desperate for release. She loves teasing me and taunting me with denial. She edged me so many times last night. With barely her words and just a little bit of pressure on the head of my cock she had me on edge and pulling away from her to avoid stimulation. For minutes I was on edge, just a touch away from spilling.

So now I wonder, will she follow through on this threat. Will I weigh 37 pounds less then next time I spill my cum? Will I be in a new wardrobe? Will I get a great reward? Or will she deny me even having hit my goal? Or will she make me spill before then, despite her threats? I like not knowing whether she’s going to follow through or not. It’s appealing. It’s arousing!

Tonight I’ve been told to make sure that Reba (our masturbation sleeve) is available to her with whatever lube is needed. So she intends to tease me a lot tonight.

Things are heating up. I am putty in her hands, but perhaps an ever shrinking sized ball of putty. ;)