Wednesday, 30 August 2017

750 Wonderful Orgasms!

Tonight Mistress has reached her 750th orgasm since we started our full time chastity lifestyle (and this blog) in April 2011. In the process we also equalled the monthly record which has stood at fourteen orgasms in one calendar month since 2013. Of course it’s a shame we couldn’t have squeezed just one more in and unfortunately Mistress has a night out tomorrow, but still, over the last year or two we’ve struggled to get into double figures most months so this is a really fantastic result…
Also I did chicken out and use the cock ring again, but my cock seemed nice and hard. I’ve been doing lots of kegels the last few days so hopefully they are having a positive effect, Mistress dragging her fingers around my ass and slapping my balls certainly helped of course, and I would have loved to have slid my cock into Mistress’s beautiful pussy… but it wasn’t on the cards tonight. Mistress left me thoroughly teased and aching and as we cuddled afterwards my cock felt amazing as it rubbed up and down against her sexy thigh… 🙂
It seems so long ago that I was cumming on Mistress’s beautiful feet and licking them clean, I can’t quite believe it was only two days ago. I really loved doing that and I really hope I don’t have to wait as long to do it again…

Tuesday, 29 August 2017

Another Difficult Question from Peter (V2.0)

In the best recent traditions of this blog, this post has been posted, taken down, completely rewritten from scratch and reposted…

PETER SAIDDoes it bother you that Mistess R’s fantasy man is the ultimate ALPHA MALE?
Peter loves to ask me difficult questions, don’t you Peter? 🙂
So, does it bother me that Mistress finds Arnold attractive. Not really, and no more than it should, and no more than it should bother her that I think Jen Widderstrom is attractive…

(As an aside, you wouldn’t believe how hard it was for me to come up with someone ‘famous’ to use as an example… I just really don’t go for celebrities. Jen was Jillian Michaels replacement on The Biggest Loser and at first I thought she was okay, but when she started dressing ‘HOT’ for the weigh-ins I started to like her. 🙂 )
But it is true that all of Mistress R’s ‘crushes’ do seem to follow a pattern: Arnie, Dwayne Johnson, Faderhead, Andy Laplegua (Combichrist) and Clint Eastwood. All of which are big, muscular guys, except perhaps Clint Eastwood, but then Clint Eastwood is cooler than all the others put together so I totally get that.
But I think Peter’s point is more that Mistress seems to go for guys who look a certain way and who you would expect to ‘act’ a certain way… and leaving aside the fact that making judgements about people based on their appearance is something of a sticky wicket, I think that’s fair comment (although having said that, what does a sexually submissive guy look like exactly?)
I’m sure every submissive guy has times where he worries that he’s not comforming to the ‘ideal’ man stereotype, and I’m no different. And I’m very aware that the way we live now is very much ‘my’ fantasy and not Mistress’s and while Mistress seems happy enough it does bother me sometimes that we’ve never tried playing out her fantasies, but then whenever I’ve tried to prompt Mistress about that I haven’t really got anywhere (even before the whole Chastity/Femdom thing).
I mean I know what Mistress’s fantasies are like, I’ve written enough of them for her after all, and they do tend to feature submissive women of various types. But I don’t really see anything that suggests to me that Mistress would enjoy actually being submissive to any great degree, beyond some very light spanking during sex. I could be wrong of course, but I think Mistress’s fantasies are one thing and reality is another…
Mistress personality is quite ‘controlled’, she is very precise about everything and likes to plan everything, she doesn’t like to do things on the spur of the moment, and she doesn’t like surprises, she definitely likes to be in control or at least feel that she knows exactly what’s going on at all times, which doesn’t strike me as the type of personality to want to be dominated… and lets not forget it was 100% her idea that if I wanted to be in chastity then she would be the only one allowed to initiate penetration. Doesn’t really gel well with the idea of the Alpha Male who ‘takes what he wants when he wants’ does it?* Or maybe that’s exactly the kind of woman who wants to dominated? Fucked if I know… damn sexuality is complicated!
(*Speaking of which do we all remember that book I reviewed a few weeks ago where the female author said that any man who asked ‘permission’ to fuck her in the ass not only wouldn’t get that permission but also wouldn’t get a second date? Which all leads back to this ‘if you have to ask you’ve already failed’ bullshit…).
I must admit sometimes I think I would love to take a break from chastity and to try dominating Mistress, but I can’t see it working very well at all. Not least because Mistress has a very low pain threshold and honestly she wouldn’t last two minutes without trying to top from the bottom. So, while I would like to try, I think I would give up pretty quickly because the ‘boundaries‘ that would inevitably be set would make it incredibly difficult.

Of course, tumblr knows better… 🙂
I think, as well, you have to remember that I am only submissive ‘sexually’, I’m not submissive in general life. I think that makes a big difference. I’m sure Mistress would love it if I had Arnold’s muscles, but even if I did it wouldn’t change my obsession with her gorgeous feet, would it?
I remember Sarah Jameson (legendary Chastity blogger) writing once that if she became single again she wouldn’t date anyone that wouldn’t submit to her control, and indeed she said ideally her new man would never have anything but ruined orgasms with her. I don’t particularly think if we were single again that Mistress R would seek out another submissive type, but then I’m not 100% sure I would seek out another Mistress type either… I think I’d actually go for a really slutty, submissive girl who’d suck my cock after I’d fucked her in the ass while pulling her hair and spanking her black and blue.
Only joking… as long as she liked receiving lots of oral and looked like Jen I’d be fine. 🙂

This post is a complete car crash isn’t it, thanks Peter, you really are a pain in the backside! Hahahahahaha.

Monday, 28 August 2017

FEMDOM SESSION 28th August 2017

I must admit I was rather nervous going into this session, especially after my little ED episode last week, and even though we’d had two teasing sessions since (albeit with the cock ring on) which had been successful I was still a little apprehensive. Unfortunately I am very bad about ‘not stressing’ about it, which as you can imagine can perpetuate a vicious cycle…
Then we were supposed to do it yesterday, but we delayed it and then it was too hot and then we both didn’t really feel up to it, even though we both know that usually once you start adrenaline takes over, but at the same time we both felt pretty tired from our trip away and the subsequent late nights, indeed we slept later this morning than we intended so we obviously needed the rest.
Besides, what better way to spend your Bank Holiday Monday than having super hot sex? It certainly beats going to the beach. 🙂
Things got off to a slightly wobbly start, I managed to bang my hand on a door handle earlier today and then when I was waiting for Mistress in the bedroom with a couple of minutes to spare before the start of our session, I heard her turning the door handle (I can only assume her bedside clock is a bit slow!) and in the rush to pull my blindfold down and get down on my knees before she opened the door I managed to twist my knee which was momentarily quite painful.
Thankfully after that it was all good. I didn’t have any illegal touching to confess to and Mistress gave me just a few reasonably soft hits with the paddle as a reminder. I should say at this point that on Mistress’s instruction I was wearing a rubber cock ring and the usual wrist and ankle cuffs, and as she had allowed me to improvise a little I decided to add the blindfold and my old ring ended dildo. On the last hit with the paddle Mistress aimed right in the middle of my ass and hit the end of the dildo, which was unexpected.
After this Mistress had me turn towards the bed and start worshiping her beautiful feet. Even though I spent a long time kissing her feet yesterday I never get tired and always want more, so I was more than happy to suck her pretty toes and kiss her soles and insteps while she played with her glass dildo up above me on the bed.
While I was kissing her feet Mistress brought up how I had mentioned on the blog that I wanted to cum on her feet and lick them clean. She said that if she decided to allow me to cum or ruin today, she might let me cum on her feet… but then she said she might actually give me some sort of choice, to see just how badly I really wanted to cum on her feet. That set me thinking about what the alternative might possibly be, I came to the conclusion that she would probably allow me to ruin on her feet and cum properlysomewhere else, but where I don’t know… inside her? On her ass? On the PVC sheet?
Mistress had me up on the bed on all fours and played with the ring end of the dildo a little, while dragging her long nails up and down my cock and balls. Then she tied me down on my back and removed the blindfold so that I could see her standing over me in her black bra and PVC skirt. She looked gorgeous and she started teasing me about maybe letting me stroke my cock while watching her… at this point she was alternating between rubbing the head of her dildo against her clit and fucking herself with it. I really love seeing Mistress playing with her dildo, it’s so hot!
She put the dildo aside and then sank down onto my face, her pussy was lovely and wet and she tasted absolutely gorgeous. Mistress was obviously VERY turned on already and was definitely appreciating my tongue, but after a few moments more she stood up and turned around to concentrate on my cock.
I love it when Mistress stands over me like this, bent over at the waist and displaying her gorgeous pussy and ass. Mistress started playing with my cock now (which was being a bit slow) as she used her other hand to tease her pussy and ass. Thankfully my cock soon got warmed up, Mistress ass tends to be a good fail safe like that :), but it’s clear to me that the nerve damage from my operation is kicking in again because when Mistress wasn’t touching me I couldn’t tell you if I was hard or soft. It’s very odd to look down to see your cock hard but honestly not be able to tell otherwise. I started doing me post operation exercises again yesterday because my foot has been getting worse lately so I really need to make sure I keep doing them. 🙁
Once Mistress had got me really hard, she briefly sank down onto my cock which felt amazing. I would have loved her to ride me for a little while but Mistress had other ideas. While she was impaled on my cock and just previously she started teasing me about how everything should be about her pleasure, about how maybe she should start limiting my teasing and having me make her cum several times before she touched my cock.
I must say hearing her talk this way also had a profound effect on my cock as well, I love it when she talks like this. Even writing this now is making me hard again, which is pretty incredible considering how the session ended! Of course I love being teased, but I’ve always wanted Mistress to put her own pleasure absolutely first and not to feel that she is obliged to tease me after she has cum if she doesn’t want to or is too tired or if she wanted to do something else. I would not be put out by that at all.
I would also love it if, for example, Mistress decided to substitute something else for normal teasing when she felt like it. Like maybe if she decided to use her strap-on on me instead, that would be really cool… or even if she just decided she wanted to whip my cock, balls and thighs or something. I’d really just love for her to feel that she can ‘use me’ in whatever way she wants, and if that doesn’t include touching my cock then so be it. I love making her cum so much that anything after that is a bonus for me.
Mistress teased and slapped my cock and balls quite a bit more before sitting on my face again and riding my tongue. Then she was standing over me again, Mistress knows how much I adore looking up at her stretched pussy and ass while she strokes me, and she knows how desperate I always am to lick her asshole and the effect it has on me.
Finally Mistress decided it was time to try out my new glass dildo, so she pulled out the ring ended one, lubed up the new one and pushed it into my ass. The head is obviously bigger and overall it’s a little longer, and when it was pushed all the way in I could definitely feel that, but overall it was fine. It didn’t feel like it wanted to push out like the other one usually does (it’s tapered which helps on the way in…) and even if it did I don’t think it would fall out because the head is larger and will keep it in.
I wouldn’t say I forgot about it like I usually do with the smaller one when Mistress leaves me alone, I was still aware of it, but it wasn’t uncomfortable at all. I hope Mistress will make use of it between sessions as well as during them. 🙂
Mistress pegged my nipples and left me alone for a little while, giving me a chance to ponder again what possible alternatives I might have to negotiate in order to cum on her feet. Honestly, I think whatever the alternative was, unless it was something reallyspecial (bearing in mind that I haven’t cum inside Mistress’s pussy since March – coincidentally that was last time I was allowed on top as well, but beyond that I honestly can’t even think of anything that’s plausible to suggest!) I was really determined to cum on her gorgeous feet, because I know if I chose something else I would regret it.
When she came back, Mistress had removed her skirt and put on the ‘Mylie’ crotchless panties we bought for her in Ann Summers the last time we went to London. I’d only very briefly seen them on her before and I thought they looked good, but now that I got a better look at her, I really started to appreciate them.

The picture doesn’t really show them off very well (well I guess they have to be a bit coy, Ann Summers is a high street shop after all), and in particular it doesn’t show how these panties sort of push the pussy lips forward and ‘out’. They look fucking sexy as hell on, and when Mistress sat on my face again she was absolutely soaking wet. 🙂
(In fact after the session I asked her what’s going on out there everytime she leaves me alone cos lately she always seems to come back wetter than when she left. I reckon she’s got a stash of Schwarzenegger pictures out there she’s fapping to or something!)
Mistress pulled the pegs off my nipples, one of which hurt 100 times more than the other one (which didn’t hurt at all), and then untied me and told me to remove the cock ring, which came off unusually easy actually… and then told me to turn over and get on my hands and knees. She gave the dildo a little ‘in and out’ and then pulled it all the way out, and as I suspected I could feel the head giving a little resistance as it came out.
She told me to kneel up and got on the bed in front of me, then pulled my head towards her and allowed me to start licking her gorgeous pussy again. Mistress was clearly enjoying this a LOT and she kept me there a little while before lying down and telling me to eat her properly.
Mistress quickly removed the crotchless panties before I started licking her for some reason, maybe they weren’t so comfortable – they certainly looked amazing! But I wasn’t complaining, and after using my tongue and fingers on her pussy and ass for a while Mistress had a very hard orgasm.
Mistress had me lick her and the PVC sheet clean and then told me to lie on my back again. I was trying not to think about if my cock was going to behave itself now that the cock ring was off, but in the end I needn’t have worried. Mistress stood over me again and started teasing me with her gorgeous ass again while she stroked and slapped my cock and balls.
After a little begging Mistress allowed me to tongue her asshole several times while she stroked me really hard and I stared to wonder if she was going to abandon the idea of letting me cum on her feet. After all, she can change her mind whenever she wants without question… but on the fourth time, with my tongue licking her asshole I realized I was gettting close and had to warn Mistress.
She immediately lifted off my face and slowed her stroking right down, just enough to keep me hard but enough to allow me to back away from the edge a little. She told me to get up and told me to stroke for her. I must admit as I knelt on the bed with Mistress’s pretty feet right in front of me, and with her fingers teasing her pussy, I did have a moment of thinking ‘why couldn’t my cock have been hard like this the other day…’, because it really was impressively hard today (not that I could tell unless it was being stroked of course…) but I pushed it aside when Mistress said: “You can cum on my feet as long as you cum by the time I count to ten.”
I pumped my cock hard and started cumming on three, watching as I shot my load all over both of her stunning feet, and I was still cumming when she got to ten and told me ‘that was enough, now you need to lick them clean’.
I took a moment to get my breath back and kissed her legs as I moved down and then started to lick up every bit of cum from her feet. Mistress reminded me not to miss a drop and when I’d got most of it she pointed out a large splatter on the black PVC sheet. I licked that up and then finished up cleaning her sexy feet.

Needless to say, it was awesome. I really couldn’t have wished for a better session, and I am so happy that I got to cum on Mistress’s feet again. I really, really have a major thing about her feet… even just after the session when Mistress was sitting on the sofa reading I was looking at her feet and dreaming about kissing them again.
And after lunch Mistress and I watched another film (‘Safari’ – a very funny French comedy) during which I spent the whole time massaging her naked feet, which I loved doing. 🙂
Well, all being well we’re planning to have our next session in two or three weeks time and in the meantime we should certainly be able to equal or even surpass Mistress’s monthly orgasm record. 🤞

Sunday, 27 August 2017

40 Minutes...

Well today didn’t go to plan, but I did spend about 40 minutes worshiping Mistress’s gorgeous feet this afternoon, which was lovely. It’s been too hot here today and it’s supposed to be hot again tomorrow. The plan is to do our session tomorrow, but who knows. Next weekend is supposed to be much cooler so it might be better to do it then.

Last night Mistress finally got around to watching Terminator Genysis, which is nowhere near as bad as people made out when it came out, in fact we both really enjoyed it! It also propelled Arnold right back to the top of Mistress’s list of Hot Dudes!

Shame about the terrible, terrible haircut! 🙂

Saturday, 26 August 2017

What Sort of Woman Prefers a Dildo?

So ‘Cruel to be Kind’ is up on Literotica, if you would like to vote you can do so by clicking HERE.
This story has already attracted one of the stupidest comments I’ve ever read:
Done at the first sentence. What sort of woman prefers a dildo to a live man. Idiotic!
Congratulations to this person, what an utter fuckwit. It’s hard to comprehend this level of stupidity. I’m afraid I did rise to the bait and suggested three reasons why..
  1. Dildos come in all shapes and sizes
  2. Dildos are always hard when required to be
  3. Dildos don’t come attached to morons like you
I also suggested this person read The Austin Dom’s post called ‘It Ain’t About the Dick’ that I linked to the other day.

Mistress and I had our first experience of a Victoria’s Secret store today, there was some nice stuff in there and Mistress got three pairs of sexy panties include one pair made for easy butt access – needless to say Victoria’s Secret has seriously gone up in my estimation. 🙂
I was quite impressed as well that they employed quite a large girl in the store, it would be easy for them to only employ ‘perfect’ shaped girls but having a larger girl in there surely encourages women of all shapes and sizes to come in and not feel excluded. So thumbs up to them.

Last night Mistress and I were at a concert which was attended by all sorts of alternative types, it was a very good night and Mistress and I really enjoyed the music and the people watching. After the show we drove back an hour to where we were staying for the night and before we went to sleep I kissed Mistress’s beautiful feet for a while. I love that she no longer says anything like ‘I wouldn’t kiss them if I were you’ (bearing in mind we’d been standing up at a concert all night), maybe she’s just accepted now that I really don’t care how sweaty her feet have been I still want to kiss them, or maybe, maybe she now thinks it shouldn’t matter since it’s my duty to kiss them. I hope it’s the latter. 🙂

Tomorrow it will be six weeks since my last real orgasm, we are still hopeful of having our next Femdom session then, I wonder what the outcome will be?

Friday, 25 August 2017

Twelve in Twenty Three...

On Wednesday night Mistress had another lovely orgasm, with my finger teasing her gorgeous ass. I keep trying not to overuse this, but the thing is as soon as I touch Mistress anywhere near her ass she lets me know how much she wants me to and it’s hard to resist, especially when the results are so spectacular. 🙂
So Mistress got to twelve orgasms this month already and looking back it’s a long time since she had twelve orgasms in any month, and we’re nowhere near finished yet. Last night we went out and tonight we’re going to be at a gig and having a very late night. We’re also planning our next Femdom session for Sunday, but that’s still only the 27th so there’s every chance that Mistress will equal her record of 14 times in a month.
At the same time, I noticed that she’s now had 48 orgasms this Chastity Year (starting April 1st) against my 4, which means we’re currently sitting at 12:1, which is amazing. Of course, if Mistress lets me cum on Sunday then that will fall to 9.8:1, but even so, and it’s always possible she will ruin me or simply not let me cum at all…
Mistress read my post about wanting to cum on her beautiful feet, so hopefully if she does let me cum, ruined or not, I hope she lets me do that. I guess the next hurdle we have is for her to have me ruin an orgasm myself, as that’s something we haven’t done and if ruined orgasms are to become more normal still, then that would be good.
Just imagine kneeling in front of Mistress’s gorgeous feet, stroking for her and then having to tell her I was getting close and not knowing if I was going to hear ‘You may cum’ or ‘Ruin it for me’… or even just ‘Stop then!’.
Mmmm, I still don’t think Mistress has any grasp of just how much power she could wield over me if she wanted to. This morning I was kissing her legs and ass (while she kept telling me to get up and go to work – I know, total buzzkill right!) and even after 25 years together I am still blown away by how incredibly hot she is. I tell you, the things that go through my head when she’s teasing me, I really am a bad man. 🙂
Last night Mistress was wearing her new Kurt Giger sandals, and she looked so stunning. When we got home Mistress sat on the stairs and had me take them off for her, I really love when she does that… the only thing I don’t like about those kind of shoes is the marks they make on her beautiful feet. I know they don’t last long, but it still seems like absolute vandalism to tarnish something so utterly gorgeous, even temporarily.
I’ve just had a look on the Kurt Giger website to try and find a picture of Mistress’s new shoes, but they’ve gone. Looks like Mistress must have got one of the last pairs. I will definitely try and get some photos of them on her sexy feet soon. Wouldn’t it be amazing if she wore them in our Femdom session…. 🙂

Thursday, 24 August 2017

It Ain't About the Dick!

The other day I found a piece on Literotica by ‘The Austin Dom’ which was quite interesting, the author presented it as ‘things I wished I’d known as a young man’ but even if you’re older it’s still worth reading.
Here’s a brief taster
Every guy points to his JohnThomas and figures women will swoon. That his dick is the center of the universe and all he has to do is whip it out and holy fuck, the girls will go mad. That ain’t how it works. 
Most women can get along just fine without your dick. In fact, most women can have better orgasms without you even in the room. Sure, keeping a hardon long enough for them to ride it till they’re fulfilled, or sore or bored is nice. But there are a thousand ways to make a woman have a fantastic orgasm that have nothing to do with your dick. 
Can we see a show of hands of all you women that only want a guy to stick his dick in you and hot damn, that’s the center of the universe. Any takers? 
Get over it guys. It’s an elective, not a required class. Hell, you can probably give a woman more pleasure with two fingers than with your cock. Even if you’re hung like a fucking horse, two fingers can probably take most women further than a massive meatstick. And from what I’ve seen in life, a big cock can mean more pain than pleasure for a lot of women. Personally, I’m a big guy and I’ve got a good sized cock. I’ve had relationships where my dick was just too big for her so I learned a lot of workarounds. You have a million choices here guys. Use them. 

Would You Like a Chastity Break?

‘Peter’ left a comment which asked – ‘Would Mistress R consider a situation where she gave you a chastity ‘break’ of a week, fortnight or month where she made you cum as many times as she could? I mean at least once a day, maybe 2-3 times? And would you want this also?’
Thanks Peter, it’s always nice to get comments and questions so thanks for that.
Well, first of all the question of whether I would want it is irrelevant. Mistress decides when I cum and how, but that being said… of course the idea has a certain appeal. I very much doubt Mistress would want me cumming over and over for a month or even a fortnight. In fact I doubt she’d want to it for even a week, but possibly she might want to do this for a weekend?
I suspect however, that this would be more appealing to both of us if those orgasms were ruined. Just think how many times Mistress would be able to ruin me in just a couple of days if she put her mind to it. That would be pretty awesome…
Putting my writing cap on now, maybe she might even just have me do it myself, letting me ruin onto her feet over and over again. I would definitely be up for that! 🙂

Wednesday, 23 August 2017

CRUEL TO BE KIND (Written August 2017)



“This feels so much better than your cock,” Jackie said as she worked the ridges of the glass dildo against the folds of her glistening pussy.

Ben was kneeling in front of her on the bed, right between her silky smooth thighs, his face still noticeably wet with her juices from where he’d been licking her just a few moments before.

“Lick your fingers clean,” she ordered.

Ben lifted his hand up to his mouth, eagerly licking the juices from his digits, the sweet liquid from her dripping pussy and the slight musky taste of her asshole. Ben adored both, but it was the taste of her ass that really made his cock ache, that and the denial.

It had been over three months since Ben had been allowed a proper orgasm, in that time he had been teased and denied repeatedly, occasionally even ‘promised’ an orgasm, only for his wife to let go seconds before he started to cum. It drove him crazy, the endless frustration and longing for release, but the thing that really pushed his buttons was the way Jackie was enjoying it now. Jackie was hesitant at first, reluctant to abuse her ‘power’ the way Ben wanted her to, but now… now things were different. Seeing the effect it had on him slowly changed her mindset, and she eventually realised that being ‘cruel’ really was the best way to be ‘kind’ to a man who craves to submit.

In those same three months Ben had licked his wife’s pussy more times than he could remember. Again, since she had really embraced her position of power she had become more and more demanding, to the point that she sometimes required him to service her pussy two or three times in a day. Not that Ben was complaining, he loved nothing more than to feel his wife writhing beneath his eager tongue time and time again.

There was no doubt that Jackie was more satisfied than she’d ever been in her life and Ben fed off her satisfaction and was blissfully happy. This in turn allowed Jackie to relax more and more and to become gradually more and more dominant with her husband.

“I really love it when you lick my pussy you know… I don’t think I’ve ever cum harder than when your tongue is on my clit, my pussy is stuffed with this dildo and your fingers are teasing my beautiful ass.”

“Thank you Mistress, I love that you love it…”

“You do think my ass is beautiful don’t you?” she asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear him say it anyway.

“Of course Mistress, you know I adore it…”

Jackie smiled, “Well don’t worry I’m sure you’ll get a chance to taste it soon, I know you’re dying to be allowed to lick it again aren’t you?”

“Yes Mistress, please…. may I?”

“Not today slave, although I might allow you a taste…”

Jackie locked her eyes on Ben’s and pulled the glass dildo out of her pussy for a second. She shifted forward slightly and then lay back, pushing the slippery glass cock down between her cheeks. She let out a breath as she felt the rounded head push at her tight hole and force its way inside her.

Jackie groaned loudly. “Stroke your cock for me, I want you to cum soon.”

Ben’s fingers circled his cock and he began to stroke as instructed, mesmerized by the sight of his gorgeous wife fucking herself in the ass with her beloved glass cock.

“Mmmpfh, this feels soooo good,” she moaned.

Ben’s stroking speeded up, but he was careful not to edge too soon.

“Do you want to taste it?” Jackie asked lasciviously.

Ben was trembling as he answered, “Yes Mistress, please…”

“Really? You really want to taste my beautiful ass?”

“Oh yeah…”

“I wonder how badly you want it? Would you give up your orgasm for it? I was going to let you cum today…”

Ben hesitated for a second, then forced the words out that he knew she wanted to hear “If it pleases you Mistress, I would give up my orgasm.”

Jackie sighed with pleasure as she twisted the dildo inside her asshole. It was only an inch or two inside her, but it was enough to feel amazing.

“That makes me very happy, but I really want to see you cum for me today...”

Ben’s face was a mixture of relief, pleasure and disappointment, something which amused Jackie greatly.

“Poor baby, you don’t even know what to think anymore do you… well, seeing as you’ve been so good to me these last few months, and I’ve been so very cruel to you, I think perhaps just this once I might allow you to have your cake and eat it.”

Jackie let out a little grunt as she pulled the bulbous head of the dildo out of her tight asshole and stretched out her arm to present her gift.

“Suck it,” she said firmly.

Ben took the glass cock into his mouth, savouring the taste he adored so much. His cock throbbed as he leaned further forward, wanting more of her delicious musk.

“Oh you love that don’t you, you fucking adore my asshole, that’s it stroke that fucking cock for me while you think about tonguing my gorgeous ass.”

Ben moaned loudly around the glass cock, his eyes never leaving his wife’s.

“That’s enough.”

Ben opened his mouth and allowed his wife to pull the dildo away, careful not to bash his teeth with the hard material.

“And it’s time for you to cum for me.”

Jackie relaxed back onto the bed and idly rubbed the dildo lengthways against her lips, the glass ridges teasing her still sodden lips and clit.

“I was going to let you cum on my sexy feet, I know you worship them almost as much as my pussy and ass… but, now that I’ve let you have one treat today I think I should save that for another time.”

Ben groaned his disappointment and Jackie bit her lip as she registered the effect her words had on him.

“So instead, I want you… to stroke hard and fast, go on… get close to the edge for me.”

Ben’s hand speeded up and gripped tighter as he worked himself nearer to the point of no return.

“You’re going to cum now, you’re going to cum for me so hard… but you’re not going to cum on my pretty feet, no… you’re going to cum into your other hand. Go on, do it, cum for me. Do it. Do it NOW!”

Ben tensed and felt himself bucking as he lifted his left palm under the head of his cock, the first spurt flew over his hand and landed on Jackie’s thigh, dripping slowly down as he continued to pump the rest of his load out into his hand.

“That’s it, don’t stop until those balls are totally drained for me,” Jackie growled.

Ben kept pumping and squeezing until every last drop of cum was expelled. It was a huge load and he knew she was going to make him swallow it.

“You know what you have to do now don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress,” he murmured breathlessly. It was always a lot harder to eat his cum when he had been allowed to cum properly and the intense horniness that he’d been carrying around for weeks had been allowed to dissipate.

“Mmm,” she said, “but I don’t want you to just slurp it up in one quick gulp like you did last time…”

Ben looked at her nervously.

“I think you should savour it. So I want you to press your other hand on top and make sure both of them are nicely coated.”

Ben placed his right hand on top of the left and pressed them together, he could feel his thick cream  spreading out and coating both palms and oozing out between his fingers.

“Oh, and don’t forget this bit,” she laughed, reaching out and wiping the stray rope of cum from her thigh with her finger and offering it to his lips.

“I bet you thought I was going to let you lick that off my thigh afterwards didn’t you?”

Ben could only gently nod as he sucked his wife’s finger clean.

“Good boy, now lick your hands clean, slowly… savour the taste of your cum. You never know how long you’ll have to wait to taste that again.”

Ben lifted his right hand up to his face and slowly began the task of cleaning his sticky mess from his hand as instructed.

“But don’t take too long baby,” she said pushing the dildo back inside her dripping cunt. “I need your tongue, watching you do that has made me so fucking horny…”

Eleven in Twenty Two...

I’m very happy to say that Mistress came again tonight, which means she’s cum eleven times in twenty-two days… that’s a very hard statistic to check, but I’m sure that hasn’t happened very often at all. Mistress is now on 747 orgasms since April 2011, it’s funny to think that when I started this blog I made sure to set up the orgasm page with four numbers, because it was clear that even though it was going to take a few years, eventually Mistress would reach the 1000’s… I’m not sure it was necessary to do the same with mine though, at the current rate (assuming this goes on indefinitely) it would take me about 74 years to get to 1000 orgasms. Well, that’s not going to happen is it, not least because I don’t really intend to live until I’m 121!
What is more interesting (not to mention plausible) is at what point might the ruinedorgasms overtake the real ones? At the moment it’s 113 vs 27, but this year has been the first where potentially I could end up with more ruined than real ones.. and after that who knows, maybe the real ones will diminish even further?
Part of me hopes so, crazy as it sounds…
One disappointing reality though is that it’s been over a year since I got to cum on Mistress’s gorgeous feet and lick them clean, that is so depressing and hard to believe actually, but it’s there in black and white – June 2016 was the last time. Still I had a couple of chances and I chose other places to cum, the first time I came all over her gorgeous pussy (which was a first and totally awesome) and the second time I came on her beautiful breasts.

Well I guess when you have limited chances to cum, and even less chances to choose where to cum, it’s going to take a long time for those chances to cum around again. But I would really, really love to taste my cum from her wonderful, sexy feet again… we can but hope I suppose! I guess in a way the waiting makes it more special – isn’t that the mantra of the chaste man after all?
I’m also happy to say that after Mistress had her orgasm she teased my cock wonderfully, although I wasn’t taking any chances and decided to slip the cock ring on just in case. Mistress took me to the edge and delivered some lovely slaps to my cock and balls, which makes me feel a bit better after the other night… but it’s hard not to rue such a missed opportunity or to forget how incredible Mistress looked lying back on the bed in front of me, teasing her pussy with her fingers….. because she looked absolutely gorgeous.
Not to mention of course, my disappointment that Mistress wanted me inside of her and I couldn’t give her what she wanted… that stings the most if I’m honest, much more than my disappointment for myself. I mean I know Mistress doesn’t get as much pleasure from my cock as she does from my tongue, that much is obvious, but I still want to give her everything she wants whenever she wants it, so this did upset me a bit…
Damn you stupid cock, I hope Mistress gives you a damn good thrashing come the next Femdom session, it’s no more than you deserve!!!
In my post the other day I mentioned how for me Mistress’s satisfaction is of utmost importance to me, and it truly is. It’s hard to put into words how much pleasure I get out of making her cum, all I can really say is there is nothing better. Of course I love being teased and I love being allowed to cum and lick it up and all that… and of course I love our Femdom sessions, worshipping Mistress’s gorgeous feet, having her sit on my face and fuck me in the ass with the strap-on, the pegs, the whips and paddles, all of those are wonderful of course… and nothing, but nothing makes me harder than worshipping Mistress’s gorgeous ass.
But if I had to choose between making Mistress cum and any kind of pleasure for myself, I know which I would choose. I just love it, and I really love it when she’s finished cumming and she’s lying back looking completely satisfied, with her eyes closed and her mouth just a little open, her chest gently rising and falling as she breathes… she looks sooooo beautiful then. Just phenomenal.
I must admit one of the things which drew me to chastity in the first place was an article I read in Forum magazine (sadly missed) which espoused the benefits of putting the emphasis on the woman’s pleasure and focusing the male on that. One of the people interviewed in the article was getting on a bit and he was quite realistic about the fact that he knew his ability to have ‘vanilla’ sex was diminishing with age and he said chastity was a way to prolong their sex life and keep his wife satisfied. I hope we’re all still keeping our wives satisfied when we’re old and decrepit, wouldn’t it be wonderful to be old and grey and celebrating Mistress’s 5000th orgasm since chastity began? 🙂

Mistress read my posts last night, notably the one about me winning tease of the month on Milovana. I heard her clicking through the tease and I can’t help but wonder what she made of it… she said I’d never mentioned making them before, which I probably haven’t seeing as I can’t see it being of much interest to her. But I have definitely posted about when I have published new teases on here, so it’s not like I was being secretive or anything…
To be honest I hadn’t made one for a long, long time and my prime motivation for that one was to use it as a promotional tool for the blog (I put the blog address on the last page), which worked incredibly well bringing in 3,100 views on one single day (the current record for the blog). Before that I had kind of decided to retire from writing teases and I don’t know if I’ll ever bother to do another one either, but you never know. It might be worth doing them now and again just to spread the word about my blog. Which is kind of how I approach tumblr as well… that’s how the modern world is after all, promotion, promotion, promotion!

Apologies if you’ve read this more than once and noticed the changes, I don’t think I’ve ever re-edited a post so many times… or invested so much time in writing 1000 words!

Sunday, 20 August 2017

The V.I.P. Room (Written August 2017)

Stacey was one of those girls… wherever she went she got attention, from guys and girls alike. The guys because they wanted to fuck her, the girls mostly because they wanted her to stay the fuck away from their men, although a few of them wanted to fuck her as well… if they were honest.

But for the most part Stacey was actually a good girl, she’d been in a relationship with her boyfriend Dean for eight months and she loved him. The only time she’d nearly slipped up was one night when she’d been drinking and Dean was in a funny mood with her. She’d bumped into an old boyfriend at the club they were at and she was tempted to revisit his big cock.

Nothing happened in the end, she came to her senses and made a joke of it, Lewis was a grade one arsehole at the end of the day, big cock or not, and besides she loved Dean. But all the same the encounter sowed the seeds of dissatisfaction…

Dean wasn’t ‘small’ by any means, his cock was on the upside of average, just about, and once Stacey got used to the difference it was fine. Sometimes she missed having a big cock to play with, especially when she was sucking Dean’s meat, but, she told herself, Lewis was a dick with a big dick and she was better off without him.

One Saturday Dean and Stacey travelled down to London to see a singer that Stacey liked, well… liked was an understatement… she was mildly obsessed with the guy. Michael Stone was hot, no doubt. A mixed race guy standing six-four with a six pack and shoulders like a football player, even Dean could see why Stacey fantasized about him, along with the other three or four thousand women present at the gig no doubt…

As usual, the queue for the show at the Brixton Academy went around the block, finishing right back near the entrance. It took around 40 minutes for them to snake around the building and approach the entrance and as they got nearer Dean noticed some security guys walking up and down looking at the waiting punters, ‘trying to spot potential troublemakers’ he thought to himself.

After a few moments one of the security guys approached and spoke to Stacey.

“VIP tickets…?”

“Huh?” said Stacey as she turned to look at the guy. “No, sorry.”

The guy realised she’d misunderstood.

“No, I’m giving them to you. Who are you here with?”

Stacey turned and pointed to Dean, the security guy glanced at him and smiled.

“No problem,” he said, handing two laminates marked ‘VIP Area Access’ to the girl and then wandering off down the line.

Stacey was ecstatic and beamed happily at Dean. Dean smiled back, but felt just a little uneasy…

---

The show was excellent, and even though it wasn’t really Dean’s cup of tea he enjoyed it and enjoyed Stacey’s euphoria. As the show drew to a close the couple headed over to the side of the stage and the door marked ‘VIP Areas’. Once they were on the other side of the door they found a smaller room with music playing, low lighting and about 100 other people – mainly good looking girls, Dean noticed. In fact he was almost the only guy in the room... and strangely the guys that were in there were the ones with the hottest girls. 

On the right hand side of the room was a free bar and the two of them decided to take advantage, indeed, within an hour Stacey had downed four glasses of champagne and a couple of vodka shots. Dean was a little more restrained, and kept looking at his watch, mindful of the last train home.

About 12:30am the security guy who had given them the passes walked past then stopped and came back, looking her up and down. She was just Michael’s type he thought, long dark hair, short black skirt, high heels and a tight top that her fleshy tits were straining to burst out of… perfect.

“Hey, I’ve been looking for you.”

Stacey smiled at him drunkenly.

“You having a good time?”

“Amazing,” beamed the girl.

“Cool… listen, Michael asked me to give you this.”

Stacey looked down and saw in his hand another laminate, she reached out and took it and looked back up. The security guy pointed at a red door to the left of the bar and disappeared before she could say anything.

“Oh my God…. Oh my God… Oh my God,” Stacey said about a hundred times.

Dean was wary, but put on a brave face… this felt all kind of wrong to him.

Stacey drained her fifth champagne and dragged Dean towards the red door, where they were greeted by two huge security guys. Stacey offered her pass and one of the guys immediately opened the door for her and waved for her to go through. Stacey took a step forward, but before Dean could even move the other guard stuck out his hand to block his entrance.

“You got a pass?”

Dean looked up at the guy hopelessly.

“No pass, no entry…. Sorry.”

Stacey turned to try and reason with the guard but he wasn’t having any of it.

“No pass, no entry,” he repeated three times. Civil, but unwavering.

Stacey looked imploringly at Dean, who felt helpless. He knew how badly she wanted to meet her idol, and if he stopped her she would resent him big time. But he couldn’t deny he was worried about letting her go in there on her own. For all he knew Michael might not even be here, he was probably back at his hotel banging some girl and snorting coke off her ass... what if there was some stage hand back there waiting to take advantage of a drunk girl?

"Please babe,” she begged. 

Dean was stuck between a rock and a hard place and looked again at the security guys, but they were unmoved by his plight, they probably went through this every night and they did not care one way or the other, if you had a pass you came in or you didn’t, whatever.

As they stood there a pair of pretty girls came to the door, presented their passes and were ushered inside. This made Dean feel slightly better and also made his position slightly unreasonable.

“See, there’s other girls in there too, it’s not just me.”

Dean’s face looked pained.

“Okay…” he said, he wasn’t happy, but he knew he was beaten.

Stacey leaned forward and kissed him sloppily on the mouth and then turned and went through the red door.

As soon as she was through the door the security guy closed the door and resumed his position, arms crossed, staring at Dean a tiny smirk beginning to form at the corner of his mouth.

Dean looked at the door for a few seconds more and then turned and walked away.

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Inside the inner sanctum Stacey found a smaller room again, with even lower lighting. There were about ten girls in there, all of them gorgeous and there over in one corner she saw Michael dancing with one girl Stacey had spotted earlier in the crowd. 

Seeing him so close Stacey almost stumbled and stuck out a hand to steady herself on her high heels. Watching Michael with this other girl made her feel bizarrely jealous and she found herself staring at them as if she was watching another girl making out with her boyfriend.

After a little while Michael caught her eye and smiled, but continued dancing with the other girl. Stacey felt a little odd watching them now, but continued until Michael eventually came towards her.

Even with her massive heels Michael towered over her and Stacey felt completely giddy in his presence.

“Hi,” said Michael. “I’m Mike, are you on your own tonight?”

Stacey couldn’t speak for a moment but then managed to string a few words together.

“I’m with my fiance, but he’s out there…”

Michael smiled and took her arm.

“Aaah, you’re very pretty…” he said fishing for a name.

“Stacey… thank you,” she slurred slightly.

“Let’s get a drink.”

Michael led her to the corner of the room where a selection of drinks were stacked on shelves and in a fridge. He poured her a glass of champagne and led her out of the room and into a smaller darker room with a sofa and a table littered with candles. They sat down and Stacey dropped her phone and bag onto the table, feigning interest in their conversation, while she stared into his eyes, completely mesmerized.

The conversation gradually petered out and ground to a halt and Michael leaned towards her as if to whisper something, but instead gently placed his lips on Stacey’s neck. Stacey shuddered and turned her head towards him, their lips locking together as she pulled him close.

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Outside in the smaller VIP room the other girls talked amongst themselves, casting glances at the door which Michael and ‘that other girl’ had disappeared through. 

While outside in the main room Dean sat staring motionless at the red door, occasionally catching the security guards eye and trying to stare them out. After about twenty minutes Dean approached the door and asked how much longer he was going to have to wait.

“Depends,” said one of the guys.

“On what?” asked Dean, fearing he already knew the answer.

The security guard shrugged and caught the other guy’s eye. They laughed loudly and then resumed their standard poker-faced security guard poses.

“Fucking pricks,” said Dean under his breath as he walked back to his stool. 

Suddenly the obvious answer sprang into Dean’s head. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and rang Stacey’s number.

---

Stacey’s phone buzzed loudly on the table, turning slowly as it vibrated. But Stacey didn’t hear it, or didn’t want to hear it. Her complete focus was on Michael, who was kissing her deeply while gently squeezing her ample breasts. Soon his hand moved lower and as she felt his fingers on the inside of her thigh Stacey groaned into his mouth and opened her legs, offering herself to him willingly.

Michael’s hand slid higher, under the girl’s skirt and gently teased her pussy through her panties. Stacey was writhing beneath him and reached down to grope his cock. Her fingers found it and again she groaned into his mouth, and this time he responded in kind.

Michael’s cock was hard, and Stacey wanted it inside her. She pushed him back and sank down onto the floor between his legs, tugging at his belt and fly. She pulled his black trousers down and gazed at the impressive bulge in his boxer shorts. She looked up to see him watching her then reached out and pulled the soft material down to expose his thick, hard prick.

As she pulled his underwear down Michael’s huge cock sprang up and batted her on the cheek. Stacey lunged forward, greedily engulfing the head of his cock with her lips. Michael’s cock was just a fraction longer than her ex Lewis’s, but so much thicker. It filled her mouth and she struggled to get past the first three inches. She was so focused on forcing it into her mouth that she was completely oblivious to what Michael was doing above her. 

As they moved he had grabbed Stacey’s phone from the table and was now filming her sucking his cock. He’d already taken a couple of photos, and between her lust for his cock and her drunkenness Stacey was completely oblivious.

Michael let her suck him for a while then shut off the phone and put it out of the way. He leant down and pulled her up to him, kissing her and tasting his meat on her lips. He slid his hand between her legs and roughly pulled her knickers down.

“You want my cock?” he growled.

“Yes.”

“Tell me you want my fucking cock,” he urged.

“I want your big cock in me,” Stacey groaned.

“Where do you want it?”

“In my pussy… I want your hard cock in my pussy,” she whimpered breathlessly.

“In your cunt, say you want me in your cunt.”

“I want it in my cunt…. Please, please fuck my cunt.”

Michael pushed the girl on to her front over the arm of the sofa, pushed her skirt up over her ass and pulled her panties off completely. He quickly stuffed them into his pocket and then moved behind her, his cock throbbing in his hand as he rubbed it up and down her slit. She was completely drenched, but it was still a tight fit as he forced the tip between her lips.

Stacey moaned loudly as she felt her pussy being stretched like she’d never felt before. Lewis was big, but this was so much more intense. She loved the feeling of Michael’s huge cock breaking her in all over again and soon she was pushing back against him, wanting him deeper and deeper.

“Fuck me,” she grunted, “fuck me hard.” 

“Yeah,” Michael growled, “you like my big cock in your slutty little cunt don’t you…?”

“Yes…” Stacey murmured her agreement.

“You’re so tight, I guess your boyfriend isn’t packing like I am, huh?”

Reality hit Stacey, but she didn’t stop. Images of Dean flashed through her mind, but she pushed back harder, wanting him deeper, she loved Dean but she needed Michael’s cock. It wasn’t love it was just cock, she needed this so badly.

“Don’t stop… I love it, I love your big cock in me so much!”

Michael picked up the pace and slammed his length into her, his balls slapping against her clit.

“I’ve missed this so much,” she groaned.

Michael smiled and eased up a little, maybe there was more fun to be had with this one. He placed his hands on her ass and parted her cheeks exposing her pink little hole. His thumb slid across and just teased it a little bringing a lustful plea from between Stacey’s lips.

“Oh God, I want you in my ass,” she begged.

Lewis had fucked Stacey’s ass a few times, and each time it had been the most intense fuck she’d ever had.

“Really, you think you can take this in your ass?” asked Michael as he teased her bud a little more.

“Yes… I want it, I want it now!” she moaned.

Michael spat a huge gob of saliva directly into her crack causing Stacey to wriggle as she felt the liquid ooze around his thumb and ease its passage inside her. Stacey tensed a little, but pushed back against his thumb and Michael worked it into her asshole, deeper and deeper until it could go no further. He fucked her ass with it for a while, pulling sideways to stretch her hole until eventually he could get two fingers inside her. Now he could go to work, using his fingers he stretched her ass out good to prepare it for his huge cock, occasionally reaching down to soak his fingers in the pussy juice that was dripping down her inner thighs.

“You sure you want this?” he asked her one more time.

“God yes, put it in me,” she wailed.

Michael slid his sodden cock out of her dripping snatch and pressed the tip against her asshole. He pressed it home and watched as it slowly edged its way inside. Stacey grunted like an animal beneath him as his cock stretched her ass further than it had ever gone before. She reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart, trying to make his entry as smooth as possible, while Michael tried his best not to hurt her too much. He worked the first few inches in and rocked back and forth, trying to allow her to get used to his size, but after that lust took over and he leaned into her and gradually forced the rest of his cock inside her.

Stacey reached under herself and found her clit, the pain was intense but easing slowly and as she worked her precious clit the pain slowly turned to pleasure. Michael bottomed out, impressed that she could take it all, but he knew without lube this could get ugly real quick. He worked his cock in and out slowly, reaching under her and scooping his fingers between her lips and working her juices onto his shaft between strokes to try and help as much as he could.

Stacey’s fingers worked hard on her clit, she was getting close now and her muscles were starting to tense up. Michael was speeding up a little now as well, he could feel her orgasm building and he didn’t want her to cum and then push him off once it got too much for her.

Stacey’s fingers found the exact rhythm she was looking for and then she was there, her whole body tensed and she howled out loudly as the pleasure exploded between her legs. Michael felt her tighten and gripped her hips as he pounded her asshole hard and fast, aware that any second she was going to slump and collapse on the sofa, until he felt his own orgasm reach the tipping point.

Now it was Michael’s turn to grunt as he pumped spurt after spurt of hot cum into Stacey’s tight hole. He kept fucking her until his legs gave out and he collapsed on top of her, his cock buried right to the hilt in her completely ravaged ass.

---

Dean looked around the club and spotted the guy who’d given them the passes. He flipped out a little and darted towards him, coming right at him despite the guy being twice his size. The security guy sidestepped him and flipped him back against the wall.

“Chill out,” he said, “or you’re gonna get your ass thrown out of here!”

Dean slumped and the guard relaxed his grip.

“Listen bro, your lady in there… nothing will happen if she don’t want it to man, Michael don’t force no girls to do nothing, he’s not like that.”

Dean looked into the guy’s eyes, begging for help without saying a word.

“Look man… I don’t know what to tell you. Things happen, but if she says no he’ll be cool with her, give her a peck on the cheek and sign her tit or whatever and send her back out to you. But if she says yes… then you got a problem.”

Dean looked at him, distraught.

“That dude is packing some serious meat bro, and your old lady gonna be loose for you for a while.”

Dean freaked out and started to struggle again, but the security guard was way too strong for him.

“Chill the fuck out dude, I’m just being honest with you here. But listen, if she done something with him, you’ll know… and just between you and I, he likes to let you know too. So check her phone, he likes to film her or take a few pictures… and if he can’t do that he’ll bite her on the ass or something, leave his mark for you.”

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Stacey looked in the mirror of the bathroom. Suddenly she felt grubby, her hair was all over the place but she fixed her make-up as best she could. She was pissed that she couldn’t find her panties, but she’d just have to act normal. Like nothing happened… Dean would never know. She’d give him a blowjob when they got home and then fake a period or something, just keep him away from her pussy and ass until they felt normal again. She closed her handbag and picked her phone up off the sink and walked towards the door, only vaguely aware of the cum that was oozing out of her punished asshole and dripping down her long slender legs. 

As she staggered slightly across the smaller room she saw Michael already chatting to another girl. Some of the girls looked at her, it was clear they knew, but none of them said a word, they just stared at her like she was a piece of shit. She was still drunk, but as she came towards the door she suddenly felt deadly sober and wanted Dean to hold her and tell her he loved her, even though she knew she didn’t deserve it. She grabbed the door handle, took a deep breath and stepped back out into the real world…