Teasing, Mistress Marie and the sad death of H.R.Giger...

Another lovely orgasm for Mistress R tonight, followed by some wonderful teasing for me, which again left me throbbing and eager for release, but to no avail of course... Mistress stroked me really fast a couple of times and I so wanted to cum, or for her to stroke me just over the edge, and it was so frustrating when she slowed down and then left my cock twitching in the air, gently trailing her fingertips up and down my aching cock. She also seems to be getting a lot more comfortable playing with my balls, which I really love. Indeed when she applies just the right stimulation to my balls it makes my cock really, really hard. I know Mistress has always been a bit worried about hurting me, but since she's got used to the idea of slapping my balls I guess this has helped her get used to the idea. :)

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It's Mistress Marie's birthday today, I'm sure you all visit her blog anyway, but if you don't then you can find it HERE. There you can see which special panties David has decided to wear for his Mistress today, and read the birthday message he left for her earlier today. It's a shame they couldn't spend her birthday together but I'm sure they will make up for it when they next get together! Why not pay Mistress Marie a visit and wish her Happy Birthday anyway, I'm sure she will appreciate it.

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I was rather shocked to hear of the sudden death of the amazing artist H.R.GIGER today. He is most well known for his contributions to the excellent 1979 Sci-fi/Horror film 'Alien', for which he designed the 'Alien' along with all the 'Alien' scenery.

Giger is second only to Salvador Dali in my estimation, and his (often fetishistic) art made a huge impression on me when I was a teenager, initially through 'Alien' and also the cover of Celtic Frost's 1985 album 'To Mega Therion'.

Among other things, Giger had a unique way of using genitalia in his artwork, and it gained him some notoriety when the US Punk band Dead Kennedy's included a poster of his painting 'Penis Landscape' in with their 'Frankenchrist' album. I believe there was even a court case which accused the Dead Kennedy's of distributing pornography to minors.

Admittedly Giger's artwork is not for everyone, indeed many find it repulsive in the extreme, which only made it more suitable for a film like Alien I suppose.

I only recently discovered there is a HR Giger museum in Gruyeres, which is south of Lake Zurich, Switzerland. This is rather annoying as I visited Zurich a few years ago and would loved to have seen it, especially as the museum also contains artworks by Salvador Dali.

Apparently Giger died as a result of injuries sustained from a fall down some stairs, he was 74.

Mistress R threw me a bone...

Well, something good did indeed happen tonight... Mistress had a lovely orgasm on my tongue and then had me worship her feet for a while. Only then did she decide to stroke and tease my cock, but it was worth waiting for right enough! Mistress is becoming so good at knowing when to speed up and slow down without any direction from me, I don't know how she knows really. It was a wonderful teasing session, though I didn't think for a moment that I would be allowed to cum. As she sucked and stroked my aching cock and I gently stroked her asshole with my fingertip, I couldn't help but remember when she allowed me to cum on her asshole and lick it clean, I really hope I get to do that again someday.
As my teasing grew to a close I begged Mistress to allow me to worship her ass, and she permitted me just a few seconds, maybe fifteen, with my tongue pressed against her ass while she stroked my cock firmly. I really did not want it to end, but Mistress said that was all I was getting and so I held her tight, kissing and licking her breasts and grinding my cock against her stomach as I groaned in horniness and wonderful frustration.

My 'enormous' bulge...

Mistress and I have been away this weekend, in a small town in the South of England called Winchester. We stayed in a nice, old hotel which was perhaps a little over-priced but was very pleasant all the same. Before I continue this I should explain that Mistress R is punctual to the point of... why leave enough time when you can leave fifteen minutes early to be on the safe side, you know... I mean I'm punctual, I will be on time every time, but Mistress R is on a whole other level.

Anyway, Mistress had had her shower and I was reading a book, and I knew I had to have a shower and get ready to go out, but that really doesn't take all that long. So Mistress came and sat on the the bed and put her feet next to me, which obviously meant she wanted me to worship them. So, I was kissing them and my cock was just getting harder and harder and harder! I thought, I really need to ask her if I can touch my cock, because I really need to touch it right now. But I thought, you know, I'm supposed to be worshipping her feet, the correct thing to do is to wait until she tells me to stop and then ask if I can touch myself.

Usually when these things happen, the moment passes and my cock isn't quite so desperate for attention, but in this instance it was still rock hard when she pulled her feet away. But before I could get the words out she damn near jumped off the bed and said 'I'm just going to use the bathroom before you have your shower', leaving me in a very uncomfortable position, with my cock throbbing away...

When she came back I casually brought my 'enormous' bulge to her attention and she briefly stroked my balls (my balls that is NOT my cock, not even a little bit...!) through my boxer shorts, vaguely promising some proper teasing later that night, because 'we haven't got time right now'. Gallingly, after showering and getting ready I then had to kill time by reading my book again, because it was far too early to make the five minute walk to the restaurant!

The Restaurant (The Old Vine) was cracking I have to say, Mistress and I often swap puddings half way these days, it's great because the second half of a pudding is never as good really, and you get to try two instead of one. Well, it wasn't a case of 'thought I'd died and gone to Heaven' so much as 'Thought I was going to die.. I could literally feel my arteries closing'. Two of the best puddings in living memory, but both rich as hell, I knew there wasn't going to be the remotest chance of any more teasing after these. And so it proved, after an evening of rich food and alcohol we retired to the room, to sleep.

It's been a busy day today as well, but hopefully something good will happen tomorrow.

The stealth ruined orgasm...

As you probably know, since I posted about it not more than a couple of days ago, my last orgasm was kind of ruined but not ruined enough to be classed as a ruined orgasm. There was a definite refractory period that you don't get with a proper ruined orgasm, and yet... four days on and this evening I was surprisingly desperate to cum. Granted there were some mitigating factors, for example, having lost three pounds this week (total to date: 33.5lbs) and losing half a pound of new weight I was permitted to choose a treat.
Despite having been allowed the same treat a few days ago, but not at my choosing, it didn't take much thinking about to request being allowed to tongue Mistress R's gorgeous asshole again, so that will have increased the pressure for sure. And Mistress's exceptionally frustrating hand job certainly helped too of course... but I still think that semi-ruined orgasm was maybe more ruined than I thought. A stealth ruined orgasm if you will, since despite the definite but rather less pleasurable than it should have been climax, and the ensuing refractory period, it seems almost as if I was granted no relief whatsoever.
Perhaps Mistress R is better at this than she gives herself credit for? Because by the end of tonight's teasing I was humping the air in frustration, and feeling truly desperate to cum, far more desperate than a man who's only carrying a four day load should be at any rate. Needless to say, Mistress R enjoyed a lovely orgasm on my tongue all the same, taking her to a grand total of 340 since records began.
Still, thanks to Mistress Marie, there could be some possible relief on the horizon, Mistress R rather liked her suggestion that to get over her worries about ruining orgasms she should sometimes offer me the choice of whether to be ruined or left completely denied. Though whether that will actually offer any relief or whether it will just lead to more frustration is up for debate. Not that I'm complaining of course. Granted when I was humping the air and Mistress R's fingertips earlier this evening I was going crazy and wishing that I was just allowed to beg to be allowed to cum, at least then I would have some chance... maybe she would offer me some kind of deal or something? Probably not of course, but it would be nice to have that tiny sliver of hope.
Mind you, of course there's a part of me that much prefers to be kept denied, or wishes that Mistress R would ruin every orgasm she grants me, because as much as I desperately want to cum, I also want her to be mean to me and keep me in this state of constant frustration. I rather liked the comment left by an anonymous reader who suggested taking a week to repeatedly ruin me over and over so that Mistress could get used to doing it, in fact I liked that idea a lot!
Unfortunately, it's not for me to decide of course, Mistress R and Mistress R alone decides when, how and indeed if I am allowed to cum. And despite everything I may have written which suggests anything to the contrary, that's exactly how I like it. Sure I lay there fantasizing about exploding over just about every part of her gorgeous body, even though I know that anything other than cumming inside her or cumming by her hand is a rare treat indeed. I mean just check out my orgasm page, how long is it since I came in her mouth or on her feet? And how long was it since the last time?
But even tonight, even though I was riven with frustration, it was so hot that Mistress was unmoved, or more accurately I sensed it rather amused her to watch me writhe beneath her, so fucking desperate and so helpless to do anything about it. And that's why I'll probably wake up tomorrow morning, as I did this morning, with a rock hard, aching cock, leaking precum like there's no tomorrow. And I love it.

More lovely pussy worship and teasing...

More wonderful teasing for me tonight and a slightly strange orgasm for Mistress R. She kind of go there... and then nothing happened... and then it hit, really intense! Afterwards Mistress stroked and slapped my cock and balls and then rode me for a while, grinding herself down on my throbbing cock while I played with her gorgeous breasts. I would love to see those breasts covered in cum again, mmmmmm....
After a while Mistress rose up off my cock and lay next to me, kissing me hard while she continued stroking and slapping my cock and balls. Several times I got so close to warning her that I was close, but each time she just slowed down and pulled me back, it was incredible. Gradually Mistress started to scale back the stimulation, which was massively frustrating in itself. It's one thing to be left throbbing and aching, but even more frustrating to feel your cock start to soften simply because your Mistress isn't giving it what it needs to stay hard. All the same I love that she decides how much pleasure I get and having her totally control my cock like that really shows me who's in charge (I'd still rather be left throbbing though).
So that's two in a row, and I still have a treat from two weeks ago that I haven't claimed yet!

Pillow punching...

No, it's not some new perversion that you haven't heard of (though I guess it could be, maybe we should have a prize for the best suggestion of what it could entail?), I'm talking about literally punching the pillow...
Yesterday Mistress R and I were in London, we went to St Paul's Cathedral and the London Museum and then finished the day with a short trip on the river and a couple of scoops each of lovely ice cream in the Haagen Dazs cafe (making the most of it while I still can...). We were pretty tired when we got home and this morning we both slept in pretty late.
I woke up first, and turned over to see Mistress sleeping peacefully with her back to me. My cock was pretty hard, I love that my morning wood has returned, it doesn't feel right to wake up soft. I think it puts a man at ease to wake up hard, it does me anyway.
I dozed a while as I fought the temptation to stroke it. Twenty four days without a proper orgasm so far, who knows how many more to go before I am finally allowed to erupt? My cock seemed to be getting harder and harder, it felt like I could actually cum just from flexing the muscle... it was so hard not to touch it, but I knew I'd regret it if I did. I'm not talking about the paddle, I just hate letting my Mistress down that way.
Mistress had turned over now and was facing me, as I dozed I looked at her until my cock was painfully hard, I had to get out of bed soon or I was going to just self-combust. I rolled onto my back, only partly covered by the sheets, I could see the tip of my cock straining, but it seemed to fade after a few moments, perhaps laying on my back the blood was finding it harder to fill me and I subsided to merely 'normal' hardness.
Mistress woke up and I felt her hand stroking my chest and down to my stomach. I screamed inside my head for her to 'please touch my cock', but her hand moved away for a moment, then it was back and she slowly inched closer to my swollen cock. I moved my hips upwards and gave a little groan, anything that I could do to make her realise how badly I needed her touch.
She slid closer and then she was stroking me between two fingers, it was so amazing... and so rare to be touched in the morning, when I am always at my hardest and horniest. Most mornings Mistress gets up way before me and she is always in a rush, the most I can usually hope for is a kiss goodbye, physical contact is a genuine rarity.
She stroked a little firmer, I was loving it so much... the phone started to ring.
Mistress let go of my cock and got out of bed to answer the phone, I sighed in utter frustration (and not the good kind either!), then I heard her say my father's name and I knew I was now going to have to get up and talk to him for half an hour about the caravanning holiday he and my mother had just returned from. I punched the pillow and swore several fucking times.

A couple of hours later I returned from doing the weekly shopping to find Mistress in her workout gear, she looked as sexy as ever and I could have willingly pulled those cute little shorts down and licked her gorgeous pussy for the rest of the day. She kissed me and hugged me close as I slid my hands into the back of her shorts and squeezed her wonderful ass.
"You were so cute earlier," she said. "Stomping around.... it was so funny because you are never normally like that."
At least one of us had been amused by the situation.
"Still it could have been worse, at least you weren't going down on me. And now we won't have to worry about them ringing later when you are..."
Every cloud has a silver lining I suppose.
At least we are on holiday this week so maybe I will get some morning attention, at least on the days we are not rushing off to the sea or somewhere else first thing in the morning. Let's hope so!