Sunday, 30 June 2013

Downtime and a good result...

This weekend has been good, albeit Mistress has been on her period so there really hasn't been a whole lot going on save for about two minutes of teasing late last night. But that aside we've caught up on TV that we've had recorded, I've chopped down some more bushes and we had some friends over for a nice evening last night. I've also tried making the Slimming World chips for the first time and am pretty impressed (especially since they are Syn free!!!).
Mistress is hoping that normality will return tomorrow and I will be able to give her her first orgasm of July. I hope so. I miss going down on Mistress on the off days, even though it's only been a few days it feels soooo long, I constantly want to make Mistress cum, hell I want to make her cum thirty seconds after she has cum!
The last three months have been pretty successful in that regard, being the top three months ever as far as Mistress's orgasm count goes. Will have to make sure to keep that going this coming month. Can't believe that June was so good, it actually seemed kinda quiet but we still managed twelve orgasms, that's one every 2.5 days... and equalled the previous record set in December 2011.

We're now coming up to the end of the first full month since I made the major changes to the blog, re-importing all the captions and doing the redesign and it seems my decision has been vindicated, June was the second busiest month on my blog ever with about 64,000 page views. I seriously cannot believe how many hits my captions get, I mean I thought it would tail off without any new ones but the hits just keep piling up. It's pretty amazing. Thanks for all your continued interest.

Chastity and male health...

About a week ago I was talking to Mistress R about Harry and his long periods of chastity locked in his device. She asked me if it was safe from a health point of view and I said that when we first started doing this I had read a bit about it and that the general consensus was that there was no tangible evidence to suggest that it was unsafe, but there was possibly some long term risk.
After last Sunday's session I decided to research this some more and came up with several fairly contradictory reports.
The one with the most credibility is a study which was done into the relationship between frequency of ejaculation and prostate cancer. This study was looking into the possibility that too many ejaculations could cause the disease, there was a very large group and the results were followed up for ten years or so (I think). They eventually took for comparison a group of people who ejaculated between 4-7 times a month (1-2 a week) and those who averaged 21 times a month (about 5 times a week).
I will post a link to the study at the bottom of the page so you can read it if you wish, it's a very long document so I will just say that the outcome was that they found no definite link between the two, albeit there was seemingly a very slightly reduced risk for those men who ejaculated 21 times a month over those who had the lower figure.
There's a lot of other information in this study actually and it's an interesting read, the problem is that any report of this kind is circumstantial. It doesn't prove anything. It could be that those men who ejaculate more often could be fitter (age was considered but not health and fitness as far as I could see) or have a better diet, so there could be many underlying factors which mean that while the ejaculation rate could be a barometer of the likelihood of developing prostate cancer they might not actually be connected.
It seems the (unproven) theory is that prostate cancer is caused by decaying fluid in the prostate gland. So I guess cleaning out the prostate more frequently could account for the slightly reduced risk. However, on another website I read that when urinating, the prostate gland is squeezed to expel unused fluid, which accounts for the somewhat cloudy last dregs.
On a related note, apparently cum is made from three different liquids, one from the prostate, one from the testes and one from another gland the name of which escapes me. The others seemingly have no bearing (since men who are sterilized do not have a problem it's fair to assume that the body reabsorbs sperm which cannot be expelled since the tubes are cut and sealed).
There is another theory that maybe it's not actually the prostate liquid itself which causes the cancer, but it could be that it somehow inhibits the body from fighting the cancer when it occurs. Again this is all unproven and could just as equally be wrong.
While the study points out that men who ejaculate an unusually high amount have a slightly reduced risk of developing prostate cancer, they did not mention the effect of very low occurrences, even though they mention a section of the study group who came 0-3 times a month. Since they have made mention of the high-rate ejaculators having a slightly diminished risk I would have thought it reasonable to assume that they would have reported if they had found a heightened risk of prostate cancer in men who came very low numbers of times.
Still even if we assume that one day there is a proven link between the prostate fluid decaying and the risk of prostate cancer, there my be other personal factors which are relevant, perhaps one man's prostate is more efficient at expelling the liquid more completely? I am a bit confused about this actually because most men can cum two or three times in succession (they may not be able to maintain a solid erection but they could still cum) so the prostate is obviously not completely emptying itself each time.
Most shockingly, but also oddly reassuring, is that I also discovered that 1 in 3 men who are 50 already have prostate cancer, and this rises to 1 in 2 by the time you get to 70! This has been established though autopsy reports on men who died from other causes. There are 24 odd types of prostate cancer it seems but they fall into two basic categories, very slow and aggressive. Most men who have the slow variety will never even know because they will die of other causes before even showing the first symptoms.
Furthermore, I read about PSA testing, which is a test to ascertain the level of a protein in the blood which is an indicator of prostate cancer. Strangely the level rises when you ejaculate or have a prostate milking (which seems the wrong way round to me...), but on the NHS website it says:

Pro's of having the test:

It may reassure you if the test result is normal
It may give you an indication of cancer before the symptoms develop
It may find cancer at an early stage, when treatment could stop the cancer becoming more advanced
If treatment is successful you will avoid the risks of advanced cancer
In cases of advanced cancer, treatment will usually extend life.

Cons of having the test;

It can miss cancer and provide false reassurance
It may lead to unnecessary medical tests and worry when there is no cancer
It cannot tell the difference between fast and slow growing cancer
It may make you worry by finding slow growing cancer which may never cause you any problems during your life.
To save one life from prostate cancer 48 men would have to be treated.

If your PSA level is raised a biopsy may be needed to check if you have cancer.
About two thirds of the men who have a biopsy do not have cancer, a biopsy can cause complications and can also miss cancer that is present.

So on the face of it, it's hard to detect, very difficult to treat and they don't really know what causes it, and most people who get it never even know about it!

My other thought was, even if there was any evidence that chastity-play could possibly, maybe lead to or be some kind of contributory factor in contracting prostate cancer (which there currently isn't) the high probability of getting it anyway hardly marks it as something to avoid. In other words, smokers know the risks they are taking but they still smoke, how many smokers would be persuaded to give up if they knew there was a good chance of getting lung cancer whether they smoked or not?
I'm not trying to be flippant about this subject, believe me I know it's no laughing matter, but having actually tried to be proactive and asking my doctor about it and being told that unless you are showing the symptoms or have a history of prostate cancer in your family there really is very little point in taking it further I can't help thinking that it's best not to spend too much time worrying about it.
Even if it was proven that cancer is caused by the decaying fluid in the prostate AND that not ejaculating very regularly was to blame, it could be that that was only responsible for the slow-growing type of cancer. The type that half of all men aged 70 have already got.
I'm sure if I was to talk to a doctor about these findings he would probably tell me I would be far better off (since I don't drink or smoke) worrying about my weight. One post I read on a forum suggested that a guy who asked his doctor about this very subject told him that there was no evidence that orgasm frequency was connected to prostate cancer, but that it wouldn't be a bad idea to clear out the pipes at least every two weeks as a precaution. This of course does not mean that you should have a FULL orgasm at least every two weeks, but it does suggest that regular ruined orgasms would not be a bad thing.

One other unconnected thing that I discovered when doing my research was that there comes a point around 12-14 days when a man reaches the limit of cum production (or perhaps more accurately 'storage'), and that after this point the quantity of cum produced (and therefore to some extent pleasurable 'sensation' as it leaves the body) will stay the same.

Thursday, 27 June 2013

My reward...

Tonight was my first 'weigh-in' related treat and it was absolutely wonderful. You may remember that I lost four pounds this week which means that I got to chose a toy from our drawer for Mistress to utilise in our next teasing session. To Mistress's great surprise I chose her glass dildo. I think there were several reasons for this... for one thing, I thought it would be interesting to pick something that she wasn't expecting, I also genuinely wanted to watch her using the dildo on herself because most of the time in our Femdom sessions when she is using it I am not allowed to watch and have to keep my eyes down while I am worshipping her beautiful feet.
I also wanted to take the opportunity to get Mistress to use the dildo out of session, in the hope that she would use it more often and hopefully of her own volition. Watching Mistress pushing the dildo into her pussy is very hot and I do love licking it clean afterwards. As I told her the other day, one thing I would love to see (and have never seen) is her masturbating and making herself cum, I have occasionally seen her using the dildo on herself during our Femdom sessions, but I would love to see it more often and I would love her to feel relaxed about using it.
As we discussed after our play tonight I think this little game will be a really good way of us getting used to using sex toys outside of our Femdom sessions, because we almost never have. It seems a shame when we have so much stuff and so little time to use it. Using the parachute the other day was a revelation, and I think it surprised Mistress how effective it was and how great it was to use it in a normal every day situation rather than only saving it for that once a month session.
I'm hoping that by actually using these things they will become less 'scary' and that in a few months she will think nothing of grabbing the cock whip or her glass dildo or some other item from the drawer, which will tie in rather nicely with my aim to pump up the Femdom side of our relationship a bit.
Anyway, so tonight we started out kissing with me kneeling between Mistress's legs while she stroked my cock a while. She pushed me back and I thought she was going to have me go down on her but then she reached for the glass dildo and offered it to my mouth so that I could get it wet for her. Then she slowly pushed it into her tight pussy. My cock was bobbing about as I watched and after a short time she grabbed my cock and started stroking it again as she fucked herself with the dildo. She had me clean the dildo off and then started the whole thing over again. I loved watching her use the dildo on herself, I have always thought there was nothing sexier than a woman enjoying herself that way. It was beautiful to watch.
She allowed her head to tilt back as she rubbed her clit with the wet dildo and let out a little sigh, that was incredibly hot, as much as I wanted to lick her pussy I would have loved to have watch her bring herself to orgasm.
But after cleaning her dildo off one more time she told me it was time for me to worship her beautiful pussy. I willingly sank down between her legs and tasted her properly at last. She tasted wonderful and after a little while she had a really nice orgasm. I didn't expect her to use the dildo any more, but I was in for a treat. She grabbed the dildo again and slid it inside her wet pussy, coating it with her juices and then offering it to me to clean once again. Yummy.
Then she had me kneel up between her legs again and she stroked my cock a little more before she told me to lay down on my back. She stood over me and started stroking my cock as I reached up and gently pushed her ass cheeks apart to expose her gorgeous asshole. She reached back and pushed the dildo into her pussy again before offering it to my mouth to clean, she did this several times actually stroking me quite fast as she did it. I have to say I absolutely loved watching the glass dildo sliding in and out of her pussy, especially in that position.
After a few minutes of this she discarded the dildo and knelt beside me, still stroking my cock hard and fast. She looked so gorgeous, I just wanted her to mount my face and let me lick her pussy again. But she had other ideas.
She stroked me until I had to warn her that I was getting close, but she didn't stop. I warned her again that I was getting really close and she told me that I had permission to cum. About two seconds later I saw a huge glob of cum fly right past my left shoulder as Mistress pumped my cock dry. When I finished she had me lick her fingers clean and then scooped up some more cum from my cock and fed it to me.
I was surprised she allowed me to cum actually, I was convinced that she would wait until tomorrow or the weekend. But I'm glad she did because that means she allowed me to cum when she wanted it to happen, either that or she thought I'd already broken my record... I'm not sure. But I told her the other day that what she wants is what matters, not any records, so I'm hoping that's what it was. For the record, I equalled my record of forty two days.
I'm not in the slightest disappointed about that, I would have loved to have cum on Mistress's beautiful feet, in fact there's lots of things I would have traded for setting a new record. It really isn't that important to me any more somehow. In fact I actually think I would have cum harder last week than I did this week, because I was hornier last week than this, I think I reached the top of the hill and went over it a bit.
Mistress and I have discussed this and so I probably won't be going much over thirty five days in future, albeit if she decides she wants to push me again then she absolutely has carte-blanche to do that. My orgasms remain completely under her control.
So, a very successful evening all round then and I will definitely be encouraging more dildo use outside of our Femdom sessions in future, I might even chose it again in two weeks time when it becomes eligible for selection again. But I would absolutely love it if I didn't need to...

Wednesday, 26 June 2013

My first weigh in...

Slimming World meeting tonight, first weigh in... I lost four pounds, not too bad. More importantly this means I get to chose an item for our next teasing session (probably tomorrow). I chose Mistress R's glass dildo, which rather surprised her. I guess it's up to her now how she wants to use it, it's been up my ass once before so I guess I shouldn't rule it out!

Tuesday, 25 June 2013

Femdom Session 23rd June 2013...

So, usually I write my Femdom session reports straight afterwards, or at least on the same day or maybe the day after. Unfortunately that has not been possible this time and to be honest the fine detail of what was said and done is kind of gone, which is a shame because that's the stuff that makes this worth reading. The long and short of it is that Mistress came and I didn't, which I guess you've probably already worked out from the orgasm counter...
It was really good and everything, much better than last month I thought, but without the fine details I don't see the point in writing too much because it's just going to read a bit flat. Perhaps I can at least give you some of the highlights:

While I was kissing Mistress's beautiful feet she started teasing me about what my major weight loss milestone rewards might be. The best one was when she said that maybe, she would stand and bend over the bed and have me lick her asshole from behind and then allow me to jerk off all over her ass while she held her cheeks apart, of course I'd have to lick all my cum off her ass afterwards!

Mistress pushed a dildo into my ass and then had me kneel back on it, then she allowed me to lick her ass for a few seconds while she stood on the bed, bent over in front of me. That was great!

Mistress was finally going to use the strap-on on me, but it's had it and the dildo part kept falling off while she was trying to put it on. I was most surprised to feel her shove the dildo into my ass and give me a good fucking with it. The sensation was so unbelievably intense, I was seriously worried that I was going to cum all over the sheet, but somehow I managed to hold off. We are now considering buying some RodeoH pants for Mistress R because she hates all the straps and stuff. I say if it means I get buttfucked more often - we should definitely buy them!

Anyone from RodeoH want to send me a free sample??

Obviously I got punished for my touching transgression, eleven strokes with the whip followed by ten very stingy paddle slaps. I did not enjoy this part very much, but I deserved it.

Mistress had a lovely orgasm and the sheet was drenched in pussy juice, I was in heaven licking all that up, and Mistress was covered in it too. Mistress stood on the bed and had me lick every drop off of her (yummy!) even pointing out where it was dripping down her calves. It was awesome.

Mistress briefly used the cock whip on my inner thighs, which I really liked a lot, hoping for more of that in the future, and maybe with the crop too.

At the end Mistress stood over me and stroked my cock while teasing me with her ass, but she did not let me cum. I think she wanted to but she was mindful of my record. But see that's not the point. I want her to let me cum when it pleases her, so in future I will not be discussing records on my blog until after they are set.

After the session Mistress was a little on edge, partly because the strap-on was a bit of a disaster (in her eyes, since she'd been planning to use it) and perhaps because she wanted to let me cum but felt that she couldn't. I do feel bad about this, I have been banging on about my record quite a bit lately, so I can see why she would feel reluctant to call a halt.
To be honest, I'm not so sure that I actually want to keep setting longer and longer records, I think I would be quite happy to cum once or twice a month as it pleased Mistress. I think I get off much more on her being in control, deciding when I get to be inside her etc etc, than I do on setting records. I think maybe I'd prefer to concentrate a little more on the Femdom side in future.

Saturday, 22 June 2013

The hill...

Having read some of my recent comments (and those of Eric M), Mistress was asking me about the post-orgasm slump I mentioned. I think the hill analogy is a really good one. You start at the bottom of the hill on day one, and each day you climb a little higher, the air gets thinner and you feel a little more 'dizzy' every day until you cum and then you have the adrenalin rush of the slide back to the bottom.
As things progress and you get higher up the hill, you start to feel the dizzy buzz more and more and though you want the rush to the bottom (which equally is getting more exciting as you start from higher up each time) you also start to wonder if you really want to be back at the bottom of the hill, is the high speed rush of the slide worth the slog to get back to where the buzz begins.
And then at some point (for me it's about 35 days) you realise that at higher altitudes the lack of oxygen in the air makes you feel crazy good and though you might turn around and look down the hill and think, 'Wow, look at that, it would feel amazing to slide down there right now', there's this little voice on your shoulder which tells you that, 'Yes it will be an awesome ride... but it's over really, really quick and look how long it took you to get here, wouldn't you rather stay here and keep feeling that buzz, don't you want to keep moving up the hill and get more of that crazy good feeling?'
And then on your other shoulder there's another (slightly weaker) voice saying... 'You know you want to take the ride, think how good it's going to feel to fly down that hill, yes you'll have to start your climb again, but you'll soon start to feel the buzz again.'
To which the other voice counters, 'Yeah, but in the time it's going to take you to get back here, you could have been way up there...' and so it goes on and on and on.
I do think that there comes a point actually where one single orgasm doesn't completely empty the tank, or rather take you all the way to the bottom of the hill... I've noticed this recently, like there's some kind of cumulative effect of all these denial periods one after another. I mean I haven't had any 'breaks' since we started this (nor do I want any) and sometimes it surprises me after being allowed to cum how soon I start to feel properly horny again. Of course you are still nearer the bottom than you would be if you hadn't cum, but it's not quite as bad as feeling like you are right down there on the flat grass before you even take your first step on the hill.
I've read this before actually, where people say that the first orgasm is so violent that it's almost ruined because it's too intense to really enjoy properly. I can understand that, sometimes it is, sometimes it isn't and it doesn't seem entirely dependent on the length of time waited either.
Which is why although it sounds a little bit crazy I can totally understand the appeal of permanent denial, I'm not sure it's possible without a device no matter how strong willed you might think you are. But if you can go months and months (as for instance Harry has) with only ruined orgasms then why not? Years are only months placed one after another at the end of the day.
Day thirty seven today and I'm feeling good. Femdom session tomorrow... will Mistress decide to make me cum?  Do I want to cum? Yes and no... obviously. If she does will she ruin it?

Thursday, 20 June 2013

Thursday round-up...

Until I cum (whenever that may be), each orgasm that Mistress enjoys on my tongue adds to her record, so after tonight she's had sixteen since I last had one. Isn't that wonderful? I love it.
After I made Mistress cum she teased my cock good and proper, and left me throbbing hard once again. For once Mistress took off that damn bra and I got to caress her beautiful breasts as she rode my aching cock and suck on her nipples as she leant over me. It was fantastic, and her pussy was so wet and silky after she'd cum too. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
As soon as she dismounted Mistress grabbed my cock and pumped it hard, then made me lick her juices off her hand before slapping my cock and balls about. As I lay there I told her I love it when she's mean to me, that she should never doubt it, that I want her to be evil. She then started teasing my cock just using her long fingernails, it was very intense, but I loved it anyway.

I passed on a message from our good friend Mistress Marie today, she suggested that Mistress R should ruin my orgasm on Sunday and then make me wait a properly long time. Mistress just said, 'I've got a long way to go to be as evil as her...'. Well that may be so... but like I told her, it's a long road but it's getting closer all the time.

Some more discussion about our little arrangement, I told Mistress that I had an idea for her since she wanted to have some 'treats' planned for me for when I hit major weight loss goals. I couldn't tell her what my idea was since she was in work, and when I got home she asked me what it was (god knows what she was anticipating). I said, 'It's... well it's a pretty bog standard male fantasy I think'...
'I'm not taking it up the arse so don't even bother asking,' she said.
'No... it's not that, it's... I'd like to watch you make yourself cum, because I've never, ever seen you do that.'
Mistress looked rather surprised, and then said. 'Okay, but I don't know if it will work... having you watching me might put me off.'
I suggested that maybe I could be out of her line of sight and she said that she was open to the idea.

Oh and she read Harry's comment earlier about whipping me for not losing weight, that got a laugh.

Another hot post to read and some fine print...

The other day I quoted a passage from I'm-Her's blog about being allowed to look but not to touch. Maybe Thumper's wife read that blogpost too, I've just read an extremely hot post on his website describing that and much more. You can read it HERE.

More discussions pertaining to the finer details of our new weight loss incentive contract this evening. Now any item/action chosen goes off the table for the following week, this is to prevent me choosing the same thing over and over again, like licking Mistress's ass for instance... because on the face of it, if I can chose anything or licking Mistress R's gorgeous ass, well...
Excitingly, Mistress seems to be coming up with ideas to.. err, temper my choices. Like pulling on my balls while I lick her ass, or hovering over me so I can only just reach. Evil.
Also, of course, there's nothing to stop Mistress using any of the other toys at any time at all. She could quite easily sit on my face and at the same time be flicking my cock with the crop, or the cock whip. Indeed, she could do that (and anything else she chooses) any time she wants, I certainly won't be complaining!

Thirty five days...

So today I have equalled my second longest period of chastity... I need another eight days without cumming to break my record of forty two days. As Mistress said, our Femdom session is on Sunday, and that is often a time when Mistress wants to make me cum whether I want to or not. She has traditionally felt more comfortable having me lick my cum and swallow it during the sessions, although recently she has started to do that more on normal days too... which is great!
I must say, the last few days I have really felt like I am getting right into the zone. I remember last time I got to this point it was quite difficult, but ultimately felt so good being so horny all the time. I really do love it and while my balls are aching to cum, at the same time I'm dreading that post orgasm slump. I'm just glad it's not my decision, my body aches for release but at the same time craves another week or two or three. Sometimes this lifestyle is so wonderfully difficult...

Wednesday, 19 June 2013

A new record...

Mistress R has now had fifteen orgasms since my last full orgasm, beating the record set in 2012. Mistress checked with me earlier how many days I was on now and I told her that it was 34 and that tomorrow I would equal my second longest stint in chastity. She asked me how long my longest stint was and once I had told her that it was 42 days she remarked that our Femdom session was coming up on Sunday and that some decisions would have to be made. Not that that would be any of my concern of course...

An interesting evening...

Earlier today Mistress told me she was working on some kind of reward programme to give me some extra incentives to lose weight. I was wondering what these might be and assumed they would be rewards for every half stone or something. However, after dinner Mistress explained to me that she wants me to lose weight regularly and consistently and we discussed the best way to encourage that. So, while this is not set in stone just yet (since we are having a few days consultation period on it) the basic idea is this:

Every week that I lose NEW* weight I am allowed to choose one piece of equipment to be used in the next teasing session, or I can choose one activity to take place in the next teasing session, or I can choose Mistress R's state of nakedness in the next teasing session (in other words, I can get her to take that damn bra off!).
There are some restrictions however, particularly on the second option. I cannot choose to be edged or ask for either a ruined or full orgasm. I also obviously can't ask for penetration. Mistress was going to allow me to ask to be edged, but I pointed out that this was dangerous as it could easily lead to a ruined orgasm, so it was decided that this was not acceptable. On the plus side I am allowed to ask to worship Mistress's gorgeous ass.
The other thing is that Mistress still gets to choose how long this goes on and in the case of me selecting a piece of equipment she gets to decide how it is used, if there is more than one possible use. For example, if I was to select the strap-on she could just make me suck it. But if I ask to be penetrated, she might use the strap-on or she might just use a dildo, or... in her own words, she might just choose the largest thing she can find! Like that glass dildo she never uses because it's too big for example. The one with the nobbly bits all over it... fuck!
It was quite interesting to hear her talk about this subject actually, on the one hand she was concerned that giving me too much input would take away from her 'power' and then once we'd ironed that out she was quite adamant about not letting me decide certain other aspects. That was really nice to hear actually. She also said she might consider letting me penetrate her when I achieve major milestones.
I did point out that there were some instances where I might want something to be used in a specific way (for example: clothes pegs on my nipples) and she agreed that that was acceptable, but for the most part I choose the toy she chooses how to use it. Oh and she also stipulated that I have to tell her on Tuesday night when I get home, I'm guessing this is so that she can think about how she can use my choice to her best advantage.
I will have to choose wisely, since I can well imagine Mistress R being devious in this situation. If I decide I wish her to remove her bra is she actually then going to tease me with her back to me, cos if so that's just a waste of a wish isn't it? Mistress often spends my teasing time with her back to me, since she usually leans over my chest to suck, slap and stroke my cock. That's exactly what she was doing earlier tonight as it happens.

*NEW weight means, say I started at 250lbs and lost five pounds in week 1, then I would have to get to 244 to get my next wish. If I put three back on I would have to lose four to be losing 'new' weight and get my reward again.

It was very warm here today and I could feel my forehead getting damp as I licked my Mistress's beautiful pussy. Again she struggled to cum a bit, but when she did it was pretty violent. So that was good! I was really overheated after that and it took a few minutes for Mistress to get me hard, but once she did it was nice and solid. She pumped me hard, slapped my cock, sucked me and did all the other wonderful things she usually does, before leaving me hanging yet again.
As she kissed me, her hand hovering somewhere near my throbbing hard cock, I begged her not to stop. But she just smiled and said 'That's all for today'. I kissed her hard and held her close and she pressed herself over and over against my aching cock, almost like we were fucking. It was maddening, but so hot at the same time. And when we finally separated Mistress commented about the way my cock was still pulsing and bouncing in the air, desperate for a little more attention.

Mistress read my blog earlier and it was interesting to see her reactions to different things, she seems really inspired to try new things since she saw how well the parachute worked out and she also raised an eyebrow when she read 'I'm Her's' comment about wishing his wife would have him lay between her legs and not give him permission to lick her. Incidentally, Mistress confirmed that she didn't have to pull the string very far to create the dramatic pull on my balls, so there you go.

I must say, every day I am becoming more and more convinced that we are making real progress here. Mistress is really becoming more confident about her role and when we talk about things she's quite firm about things which are (and should be) her decision and not mine. This in turn is having a very positive effect on my motivation to sort my weight out. The incentives I discussed earlier are a great bonus, but her general demeanour is an even greater motivator, sometimes I wish I could just fast forward time a couple of years to see how far she would have come in that time, sigh...

Like a long-bow being pulled taut...

Just had an email, asking me about my experience with the parachute...

Q: How hard did Mistress pull on the string/your balls?
A: Well, Mistress R was laying across me when she did it so I couldn't actually see her pulling the string at all, but I certainly felt it! It would have been interesting to see. I'm sure it moved a lot less than I imagine it, probably a few inches, where as in my head it was like a long bow being pulled taut! I can certainly say though, that it was more than I would have been able to pull it myself, if you know what I mean.

Q: Why did you say that you expected to be disappointed?
A: What I really meant was that it had been so long since we used it, I just thought that it couldn't live up to my memory of it. To be honest, I also expected to come away feeling like Mistress hadn't pushed me as far as I would have liked. That wasn't the case at all though, I'm not going to lie, it hurt. But I absolutely loved it. I don't know how Mistress did it really, but she could not have pitched it any better. Every time I was right on the edge of asking her to stop she would let go and stroke my cock. It was utter perfection. I think it's one of those things though, you need to be turned on to enjoy it, otherwise it would just hurt.

Q: How did your balls feel afterwards?
A: They didn't hurt at all, but there was a definite (really nice) 'stretched' feeling, which I could imagine would be easy to get addicted too. Possibly a bit like women say they feel after being penetrated. That lasted about 48 hours I would say... I hope I get to feel it again soon!

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Just me and thirty women...

Last night I did something quite stressful. I left the house and walked for about ten minutes to the local village hall, and walked into a room full of women...
Sadly it's not nearly as exciting as it might sound. It was my first night at a slimming club and hopefully over the coming months I will be disappearing before Mistress R's very eyes.
I haven't been to a slimming club for many years, and certainly not on my own. Last time Mistress R came with me, but unlike me she takes good care of herself now and certainly doesn't need to go.
So I had to go it alone. And after the initial shock it wasn't too bad.
Actually the worst thing was getting weighed, I knew how much I weighed, but there was a four pound disparity between my scales and their's plus another four pounds of clothing and shoes, which made my starting weight even more horrendous than I thought.
I guess the actual number isn't important, it's what I lose that counts.
I feel confident that I am in the right place mentally to achieve what I want to do and I also think that maybe the changes in Mistress R and I's relationship in recent times will be a great help in me reaching my goals. I think my desire to please my beautiful Mistress can only help and perhaps certain behavioural changes that have been made (like resisting touching my cock) will assist me in making the right choices for my health and appearance in the future.

Another great post...

Another great post to tell you about today, this time it's from 'I'm-Hers' and you can read it HERE. It describes his feelings about his relationship, which in a way mirrors Thumper's post the other day but from a different angle.
IH is in a very 'service' based relationship, but craves more dominance and again it sounds like the relationship is not as balanced as he would like. It does seem that just like being locked up and not being given enough acknowledgement is not the same as being actively teased and denied, doing all the household chores without adequate 'confirmation' is equally frustrating.

I'm-Hers does say that in some ways he is delighted with the way he is treated, but that the simplest things could make his submission that much more effective. For instance:
"I mean, she did vow* to remind me that I was her sub. She did promise to cultivate that submission. To me, cultivating means more than telling me “I’m hungry, make me a sandwich.” Cultivating is a process of reinforcing our differences. I’d love for her to call me from the other room, “Sub, I need this room vaccuumed now.”
*I think he means this quite literally, they had some unusual marriage vows

One part of the post that did appeal to me was this part...
"Sometimes I wish she’d put my face between her legs and tell me to just stay there without giving me permission to kiss her most intimate parts. It would be a wonderfully powerful tease but also one that would teach obedience and discipline."

That does sound pretty cool and it's gone straight into my notebook for my novel!

Tuesday, 18 June 2013

So proud of Mistress R...

Eric M said: I like how you pointed out that you take things more seriously than you should because you want her to take them more serious, I can relate, and often catch myself doing the same thing. The funny thing is, it works, when they see how we take something a little more serious than we should, they slowly condition themselves to understand its importance to us. Good post, and congrats on approaching your record!

Thanks Eric. I can't remember how long it's been since I had a confession to make to Mistress R about touching my cock, but it must be six weeks or more. I don't know what changed. Even a few months ago when I would have to tell Mistress R it was... difficult, but more because I would be trying not to laugh, because it felt weird and silly.
This time was so different, I really felt like I had let my Mistress down. I mean, tonight she read my post from last night and she said I shouldn't worry about it so much and she really didn't think it was the reason why she found it hard to cum. But, she also said that she agreed with what I said about it being important and that especially in a situation like ours trust is paramount. She also said she understood what I meant about having to tell her because she was thinking about letting me go on top.
Of course part of me thinks, damn, you know... you fucked that up for yourself there. But crucially it wasn't telling her that fucked it up, if I hadn't done it in the first place I would have had nothing to confess. 
I was a little afraid that Mistress might think I was totally overreacting and taking it far too seriously, and I'm actually very pleased that she hasn't taken that stance. That would be an easy course to take, since it did rather stifle what was shaping up to be a rather hot sex session...and she commented tonight that I did seem rather stressed about it, so it was obviously quite apparent. But the last thing someone in my position would ever want to hear is 'It's only a game, it really doesn't matter'. 
I thought Mistress handled it really well actually. Of course the obvious thing to do would be to break out the paddle, but actually, riding my cock while telling me how my actions had affected the amount of pleasure I would be receiving was really quite humbling. It was so strange laying there with her riding my cock and feeling that I didn't deserve it. 
Actually I can't think of a better punishment for what I did. On the one hand it was lovely to watch her riding me, but on the other it was as though my body wouldn't really let me take the pleasure from it that I didn't deserve. My cock was rock hard when Mistress got off me, but... you know, it actually made me think of Harry Haversackers and his numbing cream trick, I kind of feel like I experienced something similar - without the cream! At least I enjoyed the slaps afterwards... 
I think if this would have happened six months ago Mistress might have handled it somewhat differently, and it is very encouraging to see that change in her. On reflection it could have been a tricky situation, she rightly wanted to put me at ease because she could see that I was a bit stressed about it, but she didn't cross the line between doing that and undermining our F/m relationship. I have to say I'm very impressed and proud of her right now, she is steadily turning into the Queen I truly wish her to become.

Monday, 17 June 2013

Confession is good for the soul...

Last night was incredible, I had waited so long for the parachute to be deployed that I was almost expecting it to be a little disappointing. It was anything but. It really was very intense, and the really great thing about it was that Mistress could apply such pressure to my balls just by pulling the string tighter. I really doubt that if Mistress was physically pulling my balls directly she would have been able to apply such pressure or rather that she would have felt comfortable doing it. It really was right on the edge of being too much, which is absolute perfection! I can still feel a bit of a stretch in my balls now, which feels so very nice.
Every time I felt like it was getting to the point where I was about to ask Mistress to stop, she let go of the string and stroked my cock and it was just heavenly. And even then when Mistress was just stroking my cock the weight of the parachute around my balls felt amazing. I cannot wait for it to make another appearance. I wouldn't want it every single time, but once or twice a month would be fantastic. Or maybe three times a month.... four? Actually no, because I want Mistress to use the other stuff that languishes in the drawer too. But definitely once or twice a month would be wonderful.
Actually, it was because last night was so good that I kinda got myself in trouble...
I woke up this morning and dozed for a while, and my thoughts inevitably drifted to last night and the amazing teasing that Mistress gave me. Soon I was rock hard and before I even knew what I was doing I was stroking my cock. I hardly even realized I was doing it, but after about a minute I kinda thought, hang on, I'm not supposed to be doing this and let go.
I knew I had to tell Mistress about it, and I wanted to wait until we were in bed. But no sooner were we in bed tonight than I was kneeling between her legs while she stroked my rock hard cock, her nails digging into my shaft. It was really hot and I was really conflicted because I knew I had to tell her, but I kinda didn't want her to stop either. But then I thought what if she pulls me on top of her now and let's me go on top?
How would she feel if I tell her afterwards that I touched my cock this morning, it would feel like I cheated her twice and I wouldn't enjoy it like I should have anyway. So I stopped kissing her and  confessed as she was stroking my cock. She asked me for exact details and then stopped touching me and pushed me down between her legs.
I felt really bad. Truth be told, Mistress doesn't take this rule as seriously as you might think and she would say, it doesn't matter its only a bit of fun, etc etc... but it bothered me all the same.
Mistress struggled a little to reach orgasm, albeit it was a good one when it came and that made me feel better for a moment or two. Then she laid down beside me and started stroking my cock. I was hard pretty quickly and Mistress was rougher than usual with my balls (which was sooooo good!) and then she dragged her nails across them and up my cock, which made my cock expand about another inch around! Fuck me that felt incredible!
I wanted to ask her to punish me, to paddle or whip my ass... I really wanted her to absolve my guilt... that sounds overly dramatic but I really felt like that. But I didn't feel right about it somehow. It's for Mistress to decide if I am to be punished and I was worried that she'd think I was taking it too seriously (over analytical, me?). I'm guessing since our Femdom session is only a few days away she will save it for then.
I sincerely apologized to Mistress again for touching my cock and she grabbed it and straddled my body before sinking down onto my aching meat. She looked so gorgeous riding my cock in her white lacy bra. I desperately wanted to ask her to remove it, but I didn't feel in any position to do so. In fact as much as I loved having my cock inside her, I felt I didn't deserve it at all.
"I don't deserve this Mistress..." I whispered to her, feeling a little foolish, actually.
"No, you don't," she said. "Which is why I won't be giving you nearly as long as you would have had if you hadn't touched your cock. Perhaps that will emphasise to you how much better things would be if you kept your hands off your cock."
She rode me a little while longer and then laid down next to me again, she grabbed my wet, slippery  cock and pumped it hard and fast and then gave it a good few hard slaps. I really felt the backs of her rings on the last couple (kind of ironic that those symbols of eternal love should sting so much)... but I liked it. My balls got a nice slap too.
She told me that was all I was getting tonight (and that was more then I deserved). My cock refused to go soft and I lay there next to her aching for her and feeling kinda bummed that I messed up, wanting to ask for more, but knowing damn well it would be completely out of order to do so.
A few months ago, if I had touched my cock I would have told Mistress R, but I wouldn't have taken it so seriously. Part of me feels that I shouldn't take it so seriously, that I'm beating myself up over something that she doesn't take all that seriously, but... this is the first time in ages I've had to confess to touching myself and it feels different now.
Maybe it's because I want her to take it more seriously, that's as good a reason as I can think of.
I asked Mistress R if my confession had thrown her off a little since she had struggled to cum. She said, my timing could have been a lot better but she thought she was just tired. I explained why I had had to tell her when I did, since I couldn't have let her give me any special treats knowing that I had to confess afterwards and she agreed that I had done the right thing. She was also pleased that I had told her and not tried to hide it from her.
I think it was important to tell her. Aside from the fact that I am 'obliged' to tell her, the way we play this is all about trust and I never want Mistress to doubt for a second that she can trust me when I tell her I haven't touched my cock or that I haven't made myself cum.
Obviously I wished I hadn't done it, but even more I really wish I hadn't done it so that I didn't have to confess to Mistress R. I think actually, that hurt much more than the paddle would have done. I can't even imagine what it would feel like to have to confess to making myself cum. Not that I have any intention of putting myself in that position.
Well, this post is getting a little too deep, I think... putting everything else aside, it was lovely to make Mistress cum again and feeling my cock inside her beautiful, silky smooth pussy was just wonderful (even if I plainly didn't deserve such luxury).
In about twelve minutes I will be starting day thirty three of my chastity period and actually I noticed something cool today. If you look on my orgasm page you will see a record for the number of Mistress R's orgasms between mine, and as you might imagine the record was set during my forty two day chastity period, when Mistress had fourteen lovely orgasms.
Mistress has equalled that record tonight, during a chastity period of only thirty two days, which just shows how much quicker Mistress is racking up those orgasms. That and the ever increasing ratio of Mistress R's orgasms to mine gives me several crumbs of comfort at least. I know I will be punished for my transgression on Sunday morning, but that is nothing really compared to the weight off my shoulders now that I have confessed to my beautiful Mistress R.

A great post...

Just read a great post on Thumper's blog (HERE) which I'm quite sure you guys all read anyway. If you don't then you should, and in particular this post, because it pretty much hits the nail on the head. In fact if anything it makes me rather glad I'm not locked up in a chastity device, I think if you are then the hassle of taking it off surely means that you get less teasing, and I do NOT want that at all!

It's the absolute dichotomy of it all, isn't it. On the hand you want to be frustrated and almost neglected... but to make that work you need the acknowledgement too. It's like, I know I've mentioned this before - not recently mind you, but there's a chastity story out there on the interwebz that I've come across several times, and it's not really the kind of story you might read for 'relief', if you know what I mean. It actually reads more like the experiences of someone who has genuinely tried to interest his wife in the whole chastity thing, but she just couldn't or wouldn't get it.
The most memorable part was where the couple were arguing about it and the wife said, if you want to be locked up and denied, can't you just lock yourself up and pretend that I'm making you do it?
While I can see her point, it demonstrates a complete lack of understanding about the massive importance of the psychological element of denial. Okay so I'm not locked up and there's physically nothing stopping me from jerking off, even with my balls 32 days full. The only reason I don't is because I want Mistress to be in control, I want her to decide when I get to cum and if I really, really couldn't take it any more I still wouldn't make that decision myself without consulting her because there's no way I could hide it and make like nothing had happened, and I wouldn't want to either.
This is one thing actually I read recently (it might even have been on Thumper's blog actually) about why a chastity device is essential... naturally I disagree, because to my mind this is all about trust. Mistress trusts me not to make myself cum behind her back. If I break that trust then any future chastity would be rendered pointless without a device (and that's not going to happen).
So, apart from the fact that... actually I like being denied and I'm still wanting it to go on longer (albeit I haven't been denied the massive lengths of time that some people have) not only would Mistress be disappointed and very probably rightly upset with me for 'cheating' on our agreement, it would also throw this whole shadow of doubt over any future chastity, because how could she ever trust me again, honestly?
I'm wavering from the point here though (as usual) which is that for chastity to really 'work' the guy must feel that his 'suffering' is not without purpose. I could spend the next hour going around in circles trying to explain exactly what I'm trying to say here, but it would be much quicker and easier to just quote the last sentence of Thumper's post, because that pretty much sums it up perfectly.

never want Belle to feel sorry for me when I’m like this. I never want her to apologize. I never want her to feel guilty. All I want is for her to tell me she knows what I’m going through and that I’ll keep going through it until such time that she decides she needs it to end. For her to tell me that I’m utterly powerless in this. How my needs are utterly beneath hers. And then I can tell her back how utterly in love I am with her and thank her and let it all burn away at me from inside.

Sunday, 16 June 2013

That really is more like it...

I think right now Mistress's ratio of orgasms to mine (since the start of the blog) is the highest it's ever been, just a touch under 5.46 to 1. Seems like only yesterday it was stuck at 5 to 1. Also, if you look at the numbers for this year alone, it increases to 7.62 to 1, and if you look at the last two and a half months it climbs to a phenomenal 11 to 1!
Now that is more like it.

Parachute deployed (at last)....

Way before I started this blog, Mistress and I bought a new bed. Our old bed was a nightmare, it was big and had iron bits sticking out everywhere, which were great for tying things to but a killer when you accidentally walked into them... talk about bruises! Anyway, just after our new bed was delivered we had a little session where we tried out attaching stuff to the new bed, like the restraints and also our parachute.
Now this parachute we've had at least ten years I reckon, probably more... and it ain't had a lot of use. I can't find any mention of it on my blog and believe me if we'd have used it then I would definitely have written about it. So, it's safe to say it's been at least two years. In any case, I know the last time we used it was when we'd just had our new bed delivered.

Not ours, but very similar

I remember that session even now, I loved the feeling of my balls being pulled by the string attached to the bed frame, I can't believe it's so long since I felt that. Well today I finally got to feel it again.
First though (as it should be) I was allowed to worship Mistress's gorgeous, freshly trimmed pussy. I love it when she trims it really short, it looks beautiful. I would love her to shave it of course, but I can understand why she doesn't want to.
Mistress's pussy looked, smelled and tasted even more glorious than usual today, I didn't think that was even possible, and she came so hard too... I was so, so happy feeling her bucking against my tongue, absolute bliss!
Then it was my turn. I don't think there's any way Mistress could fit that parachute on to me, it's tricky enough doing it myself (and making sure there's no ball skin trapped anywhere it shouldn't be - ouch!). So once I had fitted it I showed Mistress how the string attached reached down to the string attached to the bed and how the fast release clip attached it to the ring. Then I lay back on the bed and moved back until the string was taut.
I remember from last time how after a little while you get used to the pull and you have to move back a little bit more to get it just right. As soon as I was ready Mistress started stroking my cock until it was hard and then started to suck me while I squeezed her fantastic ass. It felt absolutely amazing having my balls pulled down as she was sucking me and soon she started stroking my cock hard and it felt so intense with my balls being pulled on every stroke. 
Mistress then started to pull on the string as she sucked and stroked which caused the pull to become even more intense and that was something else entirely. Wow... so intense, almost painful, but I loved every single second of it and I would do it again in a heartbeat. 
Mistress continued jerking me hard and pulling the string for a while and I can't believe I didn't have to stop her, such intensity with my balls as full as they are... incredibly hot.
Finally she gave my cock a few hearty slaps and my balls one very gentle one (I think the parachute got in the way maybe) and then she told me to take it off. I asked her if she wanted to try something else (since I thought we were going to try several things), but she said no and so that was the end of that.
Mistress said that maybe we could try using the stuff that we haven't been using in our Femdom sessions during my normal teasing. I really hope this happens because I would really love it, along with the parachute, the butt plug and strap-on would be my top choices, but I guess we'll see...
I kissed Mistress R's pussy a couple of times after we got out of bed, I couldn't help noticing how wet she was, I think she really enjoyed pulling on my balls, and she tasted so damn good too. I just wish I could have gone down on her all over again. Sigh...

Bloggers of bullshit...

Very occasionally I get emails which ask, is there really a Mistress R? Is your blog genuine? Well, the answer to both those questions is yes, there is a Mistress R and everything you read is genuine.
I think the more blogs you read the more easy it becomes to spot the fantasists, but every now and then maybe one slips through the net, or one you believed in starts to exhibit signs of bullshittery.
I guess this is the way of the world these days, technology has provided us with ways to share our stories, but also given us the tools to fool our unsuspecting public. This has made us (or at least me)  sceptical beyond belief.
Last night Mistress R and I watched 'The Exorcism of Emily Rose', this morning I looked on the internet to see if there was anything to back up the 'based on a true story' schtick. As it happened, for once there was, although the film bears stark differences to the true story, for that it seems you'd be better of watching a different film called 'Requiem (2006)' instead.
Wikipedia is a brilliant idea, but is not a good place to look for 'proof' of anything much, I seem to remember Iron Maiden creating web pages about a fictional character called Benjamin Breeg prior to an album released in 2006. Just because it's on the internet, doesn't make it true. But I'm sure you, my intelligent (and probably slightly older and worldy-wise) readers are smart enough to realise all of this.
To those who have doubts about the veracity of my blog though, ask yourself this... if I was actually making this stuff up, do you not think I would have explored all my fantasies by now (I mean it's been over two years already), instead of moaning about how long it takes for things to happen? Wouldn't I be constantly worshipping Mistress R's body, being pegged nightly and locked in a steel chastity device with no hope of release until Christmas? Wouldn't I be constantly forced to watch Mistress R being ploughed by a succession of hugely hung lovers and then forced to clean their cocks and her pussy? Huh...?
No, I whine because Mistress doesn't ring her foot worship bell and I get grumpy because she doesn't feel like teasing me for a few days and my stupid CB3000 lives in a drawer because Mistress R hates it and it never fitted me properly in the first place.
Now, I'm not going to name names, but there is a blog I've been reading for some time which is starting to smell a lot like bullshit. I may be completely wrong, but things are developing at such an alarming rate that it just sets my bullshit radar tingling. Can radar tingle? I doubt it. But you know what I mean.
It will be interesting to see how the blog in question progresses now... when I first started reading it it was about a guy in an open marriage whose wife occasionally fucked other guys, while he chose to remain faithful. So far so not that unusual. His blog made it clear that his fantasy was for her to fuck black guys with big cocks, but she rarely did.
However in the last few weeks, she's gone black monster cock crazy, decided to get pregnant with one of the 3-4 black guys she's been seeing, spent hours being fucked in every hole, told her husband that he now has no chance of fucking her, that he's expected to eat her pussy and suck her lovers' cocks (even though he has never expressed any positive feelings about doing so) and that he is going to be locked into chastity. No wait, not only that, she's so serious about it she's gone straight for a 'metal' chastity device.
Hmm. Does that sound like something that happens in the real world?
I mean, I guess it could... and in the past I've seen the writer mount a credible defence of his posts (albeit that was before this whole crazy episode started), but this really does sound like the work of someone whose blog is becoming increasingly fictionalised.
But is there anything wrong with that? Well, I guess not. It's just disappointing. I would much rather someone would make it clear that their blog is partly or fully fantasy.
I must say though, I have seen much fewer blogs of bullshit of late than say a couple of years ago. Then they seemed to be popping up every five minutes, and disappearing again almost as quickly. A tell tale sign is when anyone claims to have been locked into any kind of chastity device for the first time without any kind of adjustment period. They make the usual noises about difficulty peeing and such, and for anyone who has never worn one they might sound somewhat convincing, but for anyone who has actually tried any kind of chastity device on... I think not.
As for the aforementioned blog, it will be interesting to see what happens when his wife locks him into his new steel chastity device. I suspect this will prove the veracity of this particular blog one way or another...


This is the latest picture posted to my erotic photography blog (HERE), it doesn't get much better than this does it? 

Foot worship...

Late last night, actually early this morning... about 1:30am in fact, I was about to go to bed. I came downstairs to say goodnight to Mistress R when I noticed that her feet were bare. Without saying a word I sank to my knees and spent the next twenty minutes worshipping her beautiful feet. I loved every second of it and so did she (in fact she commented this morning on how lovely it was).
It was hard to get to sleep after that so I read a bit (THIS IS WHAT I READ) and then when Mistress R came to bed at 2:30 I spooned her and kissed her back for a while. As you can imagine, after kissing her feet for twenty minutes and reading that story and then spooning my beautiful Mistress, my cock was achingly hard.
Thirty one days today... will I make it to thirty two? I think I probably will.

Saturday, 15 June 2013

Jodie's Second Appointment (written June 2013)...

I'm currently waiting for this to be cleared and uploaded by Literotica and I thought, fuck it, why should Harry have to wait? Please be aware that this is not a Femdom or Chastity story, in fact it is a MMMF/f story, if that is not your thing then I guess that's too bad. For those of you with broader tastes I hope you enjoy it. It's not perfect, I'm sure I could have spent a lot of time making it perfect, in fact I wrote it in one go and only corrected a few typos, Mistress certainly enjoyed it anyway...
If you do enjoy it you can find more non-chastity/femdom stories by visiting my Literotica pages. You can find them by clicking the 'Stories' tab on the right hand side of the blog, clicking on my story page and then following the two links at the bottom of the page.


Nearly six weeks had passed since Jodie’s first trip to the clinic. Her friend Abbey had recommended it to her and ever since she had returned home from her first appointment she had been masturbating furiously as she relived every moment over and over again. Despite the steep fee, Jodie found herself making a second appointment and just a few days later she found herself in that same reception area.

She had expected to see Nurse Simmonds again, but this time it was a different nurse. She was a little older than Nurse Simmonds and her breasts weren’t nearly so magnificent, but she had a warm smile and was quite attractive. She introduced herself as Nurse Bush.

Jodie remembered how warm she had been on her first visit and had dressed accordingly. She was dressed in a short black skirt and a white blouse, she hadn’t really thought too much about what to wear since she imagined she would be naked for most of her visit.

After a few minutes Jodie was called in and found herself once again faced with Dr Lewis and Dr Shaw. Doctor Lewis looked even more handsome than she remembered, while Dr Shaw was still a little overweight and looked even older than she had pictured him in her fantasies. As she sat down opposite the two men her stomach lurched with nerves, what would they do to her this time.

“Hello again,” said Doctor Lewis. “Nice to see you looking so…”

“Nervous,” blurted out Jodie.

“Well, yes… that’s to be expected I suppose. Last time you came you had no idea what to expect, this time you at least have some idea.”

Doctor Shaw pulled a pen from the pocket of his white lab coat and tapped it against the table top.

“I know you talked through your appointment with Nurse Simmonds when you called, but as you can see, she is not here today. Perhaps you could tell us in your own words exactly why you felt you needed another session.”

The doctors knew exactly what Jodie was here for, they were professionals after all, but for the benefit of the CCTV camera in the corner, they thought it useful to have her explain exactly why she was here today. They also wanted to make her feel a little less comfortable, they could see she was nervous, but they wanted her to be completely malleable by the time they got down to business.

“I… well, as you know it was a big step for me to come here and… you two and Nurse Simmonds of course… pushed me to accept my inner feelings, my need to be ‘forced’ to do things that I wanted to do, but daren’t on my own accord.”

Jodie shifted in the chair, she was almost trembling now but she was also starting to get a little bit wet. She felt the air in the room shift as Nurse Bush came in through the door with the tea, just like Nurse Simmonds had done last time she remembered.

“Ever since that day I have been reliving it over and over in my head, and cumming again and again as I remember every detail. But at the same time I…”

Jodie stopped and nervously took a sip of the tea.

“I… know deep down, that I want more. There’s something in me which wants you to push me further… I want you to push my boundaries further and make me what I really want to be.”

“And what is that exactly?” Asked Doctor Shaw.

Jodie shifted uncomfortably, feeling really rather warm now.

“A… slut,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry…” Doctor Lewis said, "What was that?"

Jodie knew full well that they had heard her, and she looked down at the floor as she said it again a little louder.

“A slut.”

“I’m sorry Jodie, but we can’t help you if you don’t make yourself clear.”

She lifted her head and looked straight at them, her lips were trembling as they parted to make the sounds they needed to hear.

“I want you to make me a slut.”

“Good. You see it’s so much better when you say it out loud isn’t it. We’re not going to judge you, we’re here to help you aren’t we? Why keep it inside, much better to get it out there and admit your feelings to yourself. If you can’t admit to yourself what you want, then how are you ever going to make it happen?”
Nurse Bush had been standing at the side of the room the whole time and after a while Doctor Lewis indicated that it was time.

“Nurse Bush will take you to the changing room Jodie, Doctor Shaw and I will see you shortly.

The two doctors got up from behind the desk and made their way out of a separate door, while Nurse Bush beckoned Jodie to follow her to the dressing room that she had visited on her last appointment.

Nurse Bush followed her into the dressing room and Jodie looked around for the rack of costumes, but there was only empty space. She turned around to ask the Nurse what she should wear only to see her reaching behind the door and pulling out the costume which the doctors had selected for her.

It wasn’t so much a costume as a collection of straps and the odd bit of PVC. Jodie breathed in sharply… she had never worn anything so patently slutty in her life and seeing Nurse Bush holding it out to her brought into focus the reality of what was about to happen. Last time they had tied her down, fucked her pussy and ass and made her lick Nurse Simmonds pussy and ass too, what would they do to her this time?

Nurse Bush waited patiently as Jodie fiddled with the buttons on her blouse, she felt a little woozy from the heat and the nerves, but her pussy was already becoming wetter and wetter with the anticipation of what the doctors would force her to do this time.

Once she was naked, the Nurse helped her get her costume on, lingering more than a little around her crotch as she made sure all the little straps were in place. At one point Jodie could feel Nurse Bush breathe on her bare pussy and she had to fight against the desire to grab her head and push it between her legs.

Nurse Bush sensed her mood and teased her mercilessly, “I know what you need… your slutty little pussy needs filling doesn’t it? Well, don’t worry… the Doctors will make sure you leave here a proper slut.”

Jodie peered down at the woman and almost buckled as she watched her lean forward and press her tongue into Jodie’s wet pussy. She stayed there only a few seconds before drawing herself up to her full height and kissing Jodie on the mouth. As she did so she pressed two fingers easily into Jodie’s soaking wet hole and pressed against the roof of her pussy.

Jodie moaned at the sudden pressure but Nurse Bush held her tight as she kissed her, her pussy tainted tongue swirling against Jodie’s until her body relaxed and became submissive once again.

Nurse Bush pulled away and moved down her body once more, her tongue grazing against pieces of bare flesh between the various straps and PVC strips. Jodie felt the Nurse take her foot and looked down to see her holding a rolled up fishnet stocking. The stocking slid smoothly up her leg and then Nurse Bush repeated the operation on the other leg.

Nurse Bush returned to a standing position and placed a hand on Jodie’s shoulder, she pushed her down into a chair and then collected a small bag from behind the door. Jodie tensed nervously until she saw that it was nothing more than a make-up bag. Nurse Bush reached inside and pulled out a brush, soon she was applying make-up to Jodie’s cheeks and eyes and finally after several minutes she produced the reddest, sluttiest lipstick that Jodie had ever seen in her life.

To say that she plastered it on was an understatement, Jodie was sure she must like a complete whore now, but there was no mirror for her to see for herself. In a way it wasn’t important, she wanted to be a slut, she wanted them to use her, the make-up was nothing to do with her, it was all about making her look like the slut the doctors wanted her to be. And Jodie was pretty sure that Nurse Bush was doing a good job of that.
Nurse Bush pulled Jodie to her feet and then turned her around and told her to bend over. Jodie started to protest but the Nurse simply pushed her forward and held her down until she stopped whining.

“You’ll thank me for this later,” said Nurse Bush as she span the top off of a container of lubricant.

Jodie felt her ass cheeks parted and a finger pressed against her asshole. The lubricant eased it’s passage and the Nurse soon had two fingers inside her. Abruptly they were pulled out and Jodie felt the tip of something pressing into her instead. The butt plug was nicely tapered, though the last little bit was a struggle to get in. Once inside though it felt very secure and Jodie was very aware of the way her ass was being stretched inside.

Jodie was pulled upright and then the Nurse looked her up and down. Strangely Jodie felt more self-conscious than ever. She noticed how hard her nipples were and Nurse Bush bowed her head towards them and nibbled them one after another, making them even redder and harder. Jodie’s pussy was drenched now and she longed for any kind of friction to make her cum, but Nurse Bush wasn’t going anywhere near her clit.

Finally she blindfolded Jodie and led her out of the dressing room and into a very dark room with a soft, spongy kind of flooring. The Nurse told her to get on her knees and wait, Jodie complied and heard the Nurse cross the room and close the door. Jodie was scared now, but also very horny. The butt-plug was filling her ass nicely and no longer felt uncomfortable and her nipples were still rigid between the strips of PVC.

She listened intently to try and establish if she was alone in the room, she heard nothing and slowly her right hand began to wander down between her legs. Since her last visit Jodie had embraced masturbation like never before and was now able to cum several times in an evening. Unfortunately,  circumstances hadn’t yet provided her with definitive proof one way or another whether her difficulty in cumming in the presence of others was now cured.

She gently dragged her middle finger up between her lips and felt her wetness, she let out a tiny moan and felt her head roll back as the pleasure mounted. Doctor Lewis’s voice caught her completely and utterly off guard…

“I bet you’ve been doing that a lot recently haven’t you?”

Jodie was startled and instinctively pulled her hand away.

“No need to stop on my account… just as long as you don’t make yourself cum, if you do I’ll have to punish you.”

Jodie stayed totally still, her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest it was beating so loudly.

“Mmmm, quite a good job Nurse Bush has done on you… you do look quite the slut. Hard to reconcile the woman who came in earlier with the one I see now.”

She felt him lean closer and he whispered now.

“But of course, by the time you leave you’ll look even more of a slut, won’t you?”

Jodie trembled slightly but did not respond. Doctor Lewis leaned closer again and whispered once more.

“It would be good for you to answer me when I ask you a question slut… you don’t strike me as the sort to take punishment well.


“Yes? Is that it….”

“Yes, sir.”

“Better… but I am still a doctor.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

She heard him moving around her and then reach underneath to wiggle the buttplug inside her ass.

“And how are you enjoying our little friend here?”

The doctor allowed his palm to rest on her right cheek and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“It’s… fine Doctor.”

“Hmm, well I think we’ll leave it a little longer… have you ever used a butt plug before Jodie?”

“No Doctor.”

“I thought not. Well, I know it’s a little uncomfortable to start with but I’m sure you’ll be thanking me later.”

Jodie wondered what exactly they were preparing her for, but she didn’t have time to think about it for more than a few seconds.

“Rub your pussy,” said Doctor Lewis. “Go on, I know you want to, you’re dripping wet aren’t you.”

“Yes Doctor.”

Jodie brought her hand back between her legs and gently started to play with herself, it felt so good and she couldn’t believe how wet she was.

“Good slut. But remember, don’t even think about making yourself cum without permission.”

Jodie stroked her pussy while Doctor Lewis ran his hands over every inch of her body, stopping occasionally to cup a breast or gently tug on one of her nipples.

“That’s it, show us what a horny little slut you really are…”

Jodie registered the ‘us’ in Doctor Lewis’s words but barely missed a beat. She was quite sure that Doctor Shaw was present and probably Nurse Bush for all she knew. Jodie wondered if they would make her lick Nurse Bush’s pussy, like they had with the strangely absent  Nurse Simmonds.

“Tell me what you want now Jodie.”

Jodie’s mind was racing.

“I want to cum,” she whispered.

Doctor Lewis laughed, “I’m sure you do Jodie… but that’s not what you really want is it? What do sluts really love doing Jodie, I’m sure you can work it out.”

Jodie’s fingers worked faster on her pussy.

“I want a cock inside me,” she breathed.

“Maybe, but first you have to earn it don’t you… first you have to make the cock nice and hard. How are you going to do that Jodie?”

“By sucking it… Doctor.”

“Good girl, we’ll make a proper slut out of you yet.”

Jodie felt Doctor Lewis move in front of her and place his hand on top of her head. She felt the tip of his cock against her lips and opened her mouth wilfully.

“Beg for it.” Said Doctor Lewis. “Beg me to let you suck my thick, hard cock.”

“Please Doctor... please let me suck your hard cock.”

“You don’t sound nearly desperate enough, maybe I should punish you instead.”

“No! Please Doctor, please… I really want to suck it for you.”

“Better…” said Doctor Lewis, brushing his cock against her lips once more and then batting it against her cheek.

“Now make me believe it, make me believe you want nothing more in this world than my cock filling your mouth.”

Jodie moaned as her orgasm began to build and her hand moved faster still on her clit.

“Please…. Please let me cum Doctor.”

Doctor Lewis reached down and grabbed her arm and pulled it away from her pussy.

“Not until I say slut… “

Jodie groaned in frustration as she felt her climax slowly fading away.

“I think I will have to punish you, you’re a very slow learner.”

Doctor Lewis moved behind her and roughly shoved her down on to all fours. He straddled her back, she could feel the insides of his naked thighs rubbing against her, and then began to spank her ass. He started off gently but gradually built up the severity of the slaps until Jodie was holding her breath between every stroke. Her ass was burning and she was sure it must be bright pink, and yet her pussy had never felt wetter.

Finally Doctor Lewis moved off her, but seconds later she felt the butt plug being carefully removed. She gave a little groan as the wide part of the plug stretched her asshole and then seconds later felt a large amount of cool lubricant squeezed into her hole and then another plug being pushed inside her. This plug was bigger, no doubt about it and it took a good few minutes for Doctor Lewis to gradually ease it inside.
Once there he reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, he didn’t yank it back, but he was firm enough that she knew to get back up on her knees.

“Now, I think you were supposed to begging for some cock.”

Jodie had barely opened her mouth when she felt the tip of Doctor Shaw’s cock pressed against her lips. He had tired of waiting for her to beg and had decided to move things along. Jodie instinctively pulled back but Doctor Shaw grabbed her head and forced his cock into her mouth.

“Sluts should never turn away a hard cock,” he said.

Doctor Shaw pushed his cock further and further into Jodie’s mouth while Doctor Lewis maintained his grip on her hair.

“Feels pretty good to have a hard cock in your mouth, doesn’t it slut?” asked Doctor Lewis as he stroked his meat while watching his colleague fuck her face. Her red lipstick was already a little smudged and smeared onto the thick shaft of Doctor Shaw’s cock, but he knew she’d be in a much bigger mess by the end of the session.

Jodie felt his hands on her head pushing it firmly down on Doctor Shaw’s cock until she gagged a little, he was right behind her and whispered into her ear. “All men love to hear a slut gagging on their cock Jodie…”
Jodie groaned loudly and felt Doctor Lewis’s fingers move down between her legs and slip into her wet, slippery hole.

“Do you want to cum for me Jodie?”

Jodie sucked Doctor Shaw’s cock deeper into her mouth even as she nodded furiously.

“Good girl, I think you’re finally getting it.”

Jodie sucked harder and pulled Doctor Shaw deeper as Doctor Lewis expertly manipulated her clit with his fingers. He pushed his thumb inside her pussy and massaged her G-spot while maintaining friction on her clit with the side of his index finger and within a minute Jodie was tensing madly, it was obvious she was right on the edge.

“You may cum Jodie,” said Doctor Lewis as he pressed just a little harder and drove Jodie right over the edge.

Jodie spasmed hard against his fingers and wobbled a little on her knees. The two Doctors held her upright as she bucked against them, then Doctor Shaw pulled his cock out of her mouth to allow her to regain her breath.

As soon as Jodie recovered the two doctors dragged her down so that she was on all fours again and Doctor Lewis rapidly thrust his cock into her from behind. Meanwhile Doctor Shaw forced his cock back into her willing mouth once again and between the three of them they soon worked into an energetic rhythm.
Doctor Lewis grabbed her ass cheeks roughly before slapping them in turn, then grabbed the base of the butt-plug and began twisting it inside her. Jodie groaned loudly into Doctor Shaw’s groin as Doctor Lewis begin pulling the butt plug back towards him, stretching her asshole a little bit further every time until the butt plug almost came out.

“I know you want a real cock inside your asshole Jodie… I think you should ask Doctor Shaw very nicely to fuck your ass.”

Jodie grunted into Doctor Shaw’s groin once more and then felt her ass cheeks being slapped hard once again. She pulled back and tilted her head up, as Doctor Shaw’s cock fell from her mouth he reached out and lifted the blindfold to reveal her sluttily made-up face. He looked her straight in the eye as she pleaded with him to fuck her asshole and then smirked as he pulled back.

He wanted to fuck her asshole, but he was so close now and after a split second decision he rammed his cock back into her mouth and bucked hard as he exploded his load into her throat. Jodie greedily swallowed as his cock erupted into her and then he pulled out and wiped his cock across her face leaving a wide trail of spit and cum.

“Oh dear… it looks like you sucked Doctor Shaw’s cock a little too well Jodie... I guess, we’ll have to let Doctor Andrews fuck your ass instead.”

Doctor Lewis looked over his shoulder to see Doctor Andrews slowly stroking his hard cock as he relaxed in a chair. Doctor Shaw was crashed out next to him and drinking a large glass of water.

“Doctor… Andrews?” Said a nervous Jodie.

“Yes Jodie, Doctor Andrews. You haven’t met Doctor Andrews before have you…”

Jodie turned her head as she heard Doctor Andrews approaching and gasped as she saw his cock swinging in front of him. Doctor Andrews stood right in front of her and she automatically opened her mouth. Doctor Andrews eased his big cock between her lips and Jodie wondered how on earth she would ever be able to take his huge cock in her pussy, never mind her tight little ass.

Doctor Andrews licked his lips as he watched Jodie struggle to accommodate his cock. He was barely  a couple of inches longer than the average Joe, but much, much thicker and he knew damn well that girth was everything.

Jodie could feel spit forming at the sides of her mouth as if she was wearing a bridle, such was the intrusion Doctor Andrews cock was creating. She was scared, but she also knew that she wanted his cock inside her more than she had ever wanted anything, even if that meant allowing him to fuck her tight little asshole.
Without being biden to do so, Jodie pulled back and looked up at Doctor Andrews with pleading eyes,

“Please fuck me Doctor Andrews, I need your big, hard cock inside me.”

Doctor Andrews pulled back and stroked his meaty pole right in front of Jodie’s face, making sure she appreciated exactly what she had just asked him to do. As he moved away her head fell forward and she felt Doctor Lewis pull out of her sodden cunt.

The next thing she knew she was being pulled over onto her side and then laid flat on her back. She looked up and saw Doctor Lewis right above her, his legs pinning her arms to the floor as he lowered his balls towards her mouth.

“Lick!” He commanded and Jodie strained her neck upwards and used her tongue to tease the doctors, smooth silky balls.

As she did this she could feel Doctor Andrews moving between her thighs and then pushing the bulbous head of his cock into her soaking wet pussy. Even after the fucking that Doctor Lewis had given her she could still feel her walls being stretched further as he ploughed deeper into her tight channel. Of course with the butt-plug still inside her ass he felt even bigger than he normally would have done.

Jodie heard Doctor Andrews grunt as he bottomed out inside her, she had never felt so full in her life and she fucking loved it, but she was still scared about that monster reaming her asshole. But for the moment she began to relax as her pussy got used to Doctor Andrews considerable girth and she began to enjoy the feeling of being so royally fucked.

“I love a slut with a tight cunt,” sneered Doctor Andrews. “The first time is always the best!”

Jodie moaned deeply as he picked up the pace a little and wished that she could reach down and rub her clit. Doctor Lewis was still pinning her down and now he was roughly pulling on her hard, pink nipples.

“All sluts love having their nipples pulled,” he said to Doctor Andrews, almost as if he was explaining some everyday scientific fact. The other doctor simply laughed. It was so humiliating, it was almost as if they were talking about her as if she wasn’t even there. But she couldn’t deny that she was starting to enjoy it and wanted him to tug on them harder.

As if to prove him right, Jodie begged Doctor Lewis to pull on her nipples and make them red. Doctor Lewis was more than happy to oblige and twisted them between his fingers as he pulled her nipples taut over and over again.

Doctor Andrews pulled out suddenly and rubbed the tip of his wet, slippery cock over her clit. Jodie bucked against his cock but it wasn’t nearly enough friction to give her the relief she needed. She felt Doctor Andrews lift her legs up and rest them on his wide shoulders and then she felt him grab the base of the butt plug and ease it out.

Jodie was starting to sweat and her make-up was getting more and more messed up by the second. Doctor Lewis quickly turned around and angled his cock down so that she could suck it briefly while Doctor Andrews lubed her asshole once again.

She could still taste her pussy on his cock and it reminded her of the last time she had been here and had been forced to lick Nurse Simmonds’ pussy and ass. The memory brought a fresh flow of juice to her throbbing slit and then she clenched her teeth hard as she felt Doctor Andrews starting to ease the tip of his huge cock into her asshole.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck… “ she repeated over and over as Doctor Andrews slowly slid inch after inch of thick cockmeat into her vice-tight asshole, while Doctor Lewis watched, jerking his cock until it was literally throbbing in front of her face.

“Open wide slut,” growled Doctor Lewis as his cock erupted. The first spurt of cum missed Jodie completely, going past her head onto the soft, spongy flooring. The second and third splashed across her face and hair, only the last rope of cum actually made it into her open mouth.

Doctor Lewis used his fingers to scoop his cum into her open mouth, further ruining her make-up, He then watched, fascinated as Jodie struggled with the pain and pleasure of having Doctor Andrews massive cock invading her ass.

Doctor Lewis clambered to his feet just as Doctor Andrews reached down and pulled the girl onto her side. He drove his cock in harder, his balls slapping against the back of her thighs, but still showed no sign of slowing down or coming. Jodie reached down between her legs now and started to stroke her clit, after a few seconds she felt the familiar tightening of her muscles and she started to rub harder and faster still.
Doctor Andrews suddenly pulled out, leaving her asshole feeling temporarily empty, but then he grabbed her and turned her onto her front, trapping her hand beneath her and accidentally preventing her from reaching her clit. He powered his meat back into her ready ass and simultaneously held her down as he fucked her hard and fast.

Finally he pulled clear and jerked his cock until it exploded across her back and ass, glistening against the black PVC of the costume she was still wearing.

Doctor Andrews wiped his cock on her ass and then it was Doctor Shaw’s turn to speak.

“Look at you, laying there covered in three men’s cum, your make-up is ruined, all your holes stretched… what a beautiful slut you are. Why don’t you show us what a horny little bitch you are, I want you to bring yourself off while I punish you for being such a bad girl.”

Jodie groaned, she ached everywhere but she felt amazing. Her hand moved down between her legs and she started to stroke her dripping wet pussy once again. The next thing she felt was the sting of a leather belt as Doctor Shaw made good his promise to punish her. Within sixty seconds her ass was on fire and her pussy felt like it was about to explode. It took only one more well placed stroke of the belt to send her completely over the edge and Jodie felt the biggest orgasm of her life engulf her...

Aha, I found it...

When I did my graph I messed it up! My second longest stretch was indeed thirty five days and it was between November 13th 2011 and December 18th 2011. I entered it on the graph as five days not thirty five days, easy to see how that happened I guess. So, while this is only the third time I've got into the thirty day territory, it is not yet my second longest stint.
Our Femdom session is scheduled for next Sunday, if Mistress allows me to cum then that would still only be thirty eight days, which would be a new second longest record, but to set a new record I really need to go to the end of next week. I kinda hope it will go way beyond that... I want to really ache for my beautiful Mistress, but that is her decision to make of course.
I just hope that if she does decide to allow me to cum then it's either inside her or on her beautiful feet, sigh...

So damned good...

Our week off is drawing to a close and we've done a lot of cool things, we've been to St Paul's Cathedral, we've been to a stately home, we've been to the seaside and we've been to look at rings for Mistress R' and I's 20th wedding anniversary. But easily the best moment of this holiday came this morning when I made Mistress R cum for the first time since Tuesday. That's the longest we've gone for ages without there being a good reason and it felt like forever. Mistress's pussy tasted so good and she liked the story that I wrote for her too!
Afterwards Mistress teased, slapped and sucked my cock for a good while. She pumped it pretty hard too but I never got to the edge, although I did notice a goodly drip of pre-cum on the tip of my cock when I got out of bed. That was quite surprising considering today is the thirty days since my last full orgasm. It felt fantastic and afterwards I held her tight and kissed her so good. That was a long six days, I can tell you, and it'll be a cold day in Hell before I pass up my teasing again in a hurry!

Since we've been rushing about all week, Mistress and I have been taking it easy today, we've just finished a couple of Blue Hawaiian's (1 part cream, 1 part coconut rum, 1 part blue curacao, 2 parts pineapple juice over lots of crushed ice)  while catching up on season eight of 'The Batchelorette' on the internet. The weather is crazy here today, one minute it's hot, the next it's raining cats and dogs. Just one more day of holiday left and I made Mistress promise me that I would be allowed to worship her gorgeous pussy tomorrow. She seemed quite keen, maybe I'll write her another story tonight!