75% Ruined...

This last couple of weeks have been rather sucky. I've had three health issues affecting me all at once, one of which meant that Mistress could not tease my cock for almost the whole two weeks. Thankfully two of the three seem to have mostly resolved themselves and a couple of days ago Mistress was able to touch me again. She seemed quite happy to be able to play with her property again and I certainly was. It had been three weeks since I'd cum and so I kind of expected Mistress to allow me some release, and she did... although it was ruined, well, I'm counting it as ruined. I'd say it was 75% ruined, and it was certainly Mistress's intention to ruin. Let's just say she's not quite got the hang of letting go completely just yet, so the first spurt was maybe not quite ruined, but after that it was.
Of course none of these health issues have stopped me providing pleasure to my Mistress (which is also a great source of pleasure to me to of course) so thankfully we are still on target to match last year's orgasm count, so far. Last year Mistress averaged 11 per month, to my 1.6 per month so let's hope we can at least match that and maybe improve it. Now there's a target I can get on board with!

Meanwhile my weight loss has gone to shit, so that's another target I need to focus on. I reckon it's going to take me three weeks to get back to where I was a few weeks ago. I am more than a little annoyed with myself, especially after I did so well last year. So now I have to give myself a big kick up the arse and knuckle down and get back on track.

Nearly there...

Work on the 'contract' has progressed well, we are nearly there, it's really just the weight loss reward details we need to finalise now. My first weigh in with Mistress R was on Saturday morning and I lost 4lbs, it's too complicated to try and work out what the total lost is now because there's two different scales etc etc... suffice it to say, on our scales I weigh 212lbs right now, I think I weighed about 240 when I started Slimming World and a couple of years ago I was 253. So it's pretty good overall, but we've decided to just start over with 212 as my new starting weight.
We are intending to have a reward for weight lost, but changed slightly before to encourage bigger losses each week. It's going to be something like 1-2lbs off I get to choose a toy to play with, then 3+ I get to choose a toy and something else. And then there will still be half stone and full stone rewards, if I remember correctly...
Our anniversary is coming quickly now, just a few more days to go. Mistress enjoyed a lovely orgasm on my tongue earlier tonight and I enjoyed some very hot teasing afterwards. You know sometimes I look at our orgasm page and I kind of find it hard to believe just how few times I have been allowed to cum this last three years. And how many times Mistress R has cum. 359 plays 65!
That's 5.52 orgasms for every one of mine, and nearly 300 more than me in three years! Could be very nearly 300 by Monday night as well, I very much doubt I will be coming again before next month... but I'm sure Mistress R will be!

Full time Femdom is not on the cards...

An anonymous comment was left on the blog in the last few days which suggested that we could include in our contract something to the effect that 'whenever possible I should call Mistress R 'Mistress', as this will allow our Femdom life to permeate further into our vanilla life'.
This had occurred to me actually, but for a couple of reasons I didn't suggest it. Firstly while part of me likes the idea of it, I'm not actually sure I want that kind of relationship. I would actually rather stay on an equal footing in my marriage and I personally believe that is best for our marriage. I know there are people out there, possibly even reading this who want to live it 100% and I say if that's what works for them then that's great.
I also know that Mistress does not want that kind of relationship, she does not want a 24/7 slave, and she is no more likely to read 'Uniquely Rika' than she is to watch my 'Alien' quadrilogy box-set. That's just the way it is. She does enjoy having me be permanently submissive in the bedroom and she does like controlling my cock, but she simply doesn't want me to be a submissive husband.
I actually agree, I don't think it would work for me either. What I would like is for Mistress to be able to flick the 'domme' switch on whenever she wanted to, for example as I believe I mentioned the other day, I would love for her to come up to me while I was doing something completely un-sexual, maybe playing my guitar or writing on my laptop or something... and just order me to worship her pussy, feet or ass for a few minutes and then when she's had enough to just leave me alone again, throbbing and desperate.
But as far as us being 24/7, I really don't think so.

Big news on the weight loss front, I have quit my Slimming club because I am not getting on with it any more. All I am doing, and have been doing for the last few months is paying them to weigh me and then leaving. The meetings are really not my thing, and never were and are doing nothing to motivate me whatsoever. So Mistress and I have drawn up a new strategy which will hopefully get me moving in the right direction again. I'm pleased to say I've kept the vast majority of the weight I've lost off, it's just that I've been going up and down the same few pounds now since the end of last year and I think it's time to try something fresh. I'm actually really looking forward to it and feeling very positive about it, kind of how I was when I first went to Slimming World. Plus now the weather is starting to pick up I am looking forward to getting out on my bike and walking during my dinner hour to help the process along.
 

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.

Why I am the slave...

As you may remember, on Tuesday I reached my second weight loss target: 2 Stone (28lbs). This entitled me to some treats from Mistress R, including a £50 shopping voucher and more importantly the opportunity to cum all over her sexy ass! When I got home from my slimming club and told Mistress R she asked me when I wanted my reward, which I wasn't really expecting because I don't get to decide when I can cum. I said that it's not for me to decide, and having just recently been allowed to cum (the 23rd of November) I wasn't expecting it to happen anytime soon.
This week has been a bit lacking in the sex department, I seem to have so much to do and seem so tired at the end of the day that we haven't added to Mistress's orgasm count since Monday night (which explains the rather dismal '9' for November, the worst since February!).
Yesterday we had to go Christmas shopping, which meant a visit to town. Mistress and I are of the opinion that if you're going shopping you get up early, you get there when the doors open and you get on with it, before all the dithering fuckwits arrive. And so that's exactly what we did. I didn't get everything, but I certainly broke the back of it and got the difficult stuff that can only be got in town.
We were both pretty beat when we got home, but later we made time for some fun and Mistress had her first orgasm for five days... and it was spectacular. When I looked up she was grinning from ear to ear. My face was covered in pussy juice and she reached down and used her finger to scoop it off my face and feed it to me. That was a nice touch, I love that she has come to believe me when I tell her how much I adore her taste.
Somehow, although it had been several days, I wasn't really expecting my reward yet, after all it had only been seven days since I had cum, so I was a little surprised when Mistress told me that she had decided to give me my reward. When she said it she was kneeling up beside me stroking my cock and it was only then that the practicalities of the situation became apparent.
Mistress seemed to think that I could 'fire' my cum up at her ass, but I was not convinced. Sometimes cum flies and hits your pillow, but mostly it really doesn't. I had always imagined standing or kneeling behind Mistress R, as if I had just pulled out from behind... but then it occurred to me that it could well just drip off her ass. In the end I asked Mistress to lay flat on her front and I kneeled behind her, between her legs. It didn't take very long at all and just as Mistress asked if I was getting close I spurted a load of cum between her cheeks. As I continued stroking I just kept cumming and cumming, it wasn't a particularly intense orgasm, but there was certainly a lot of cum.
Miraculously most of it had reached it's intended target and after only the briefest of pauses I lay down on the bed behind her and buried my face in her ass. How many times had I fantasised about licking my cum from between her cheeks? Thousands, probably. And now here I was, finally getting to lick her asshole clean. It was fucking HOT!
As I probed her ass with my tongue and started swallowing my cum, it seemed to be all I could taste and smell, my cum and Mistress's musky ass... it pushed me deep into sub-space. When I had finished cleaning her ass, Mistress turned over and lay in front of me for a short while, she looked so gorgeous with her legs open, displaying her beautiful pussy for me. I bent down and kissed her silky inner thighs, wondering when I might get the chance to worship her ass like that again.
Feeling so submissive at that moment it was wonderful the way Mistress showed her body off to me like that, as if showing me exactly why she has all the power and why I am the slave. She looked so stunningly beautiful right then... I could look at her for hours.

Thirty pounds down...

A rather pleasant surprise tonight, after last weeks rather depressing half-pound weight loss, tonight I pulled four pounds!!! Which takes me well over two stone (28lbs) and means I got my shopping vouchers from Mistress R and more importantly, some time soon I'm going to be cumming all over her ass!
That means I've dropped from 250lbs to 220lbs, in about 20 weeks... which I guess is 1.5lbs a week.
I was hoping for two, which would have been enough. But somehow today I just got kind of optimistic and I feel kinda thinner, even so I wasn't expecting to lose four pounds... that's what I lost the first two weeks I started at the club!
Needless to say Mistress R was ecstatic when I got home, and I got 'Slimmer of the Week' too, which was hard fought because no end of people lost 3.5lbs this week! Hopefully I can get to 2.1/2stone (35lbs) before Christmas, that should be perfectly doable.

A lesson well and truly learned...

I am a habitual weigher, I suspect most people who are dieting find it difficult to stay off the scales and I am no different. I have found that my bathroom scales and the scales at Slimming World tend to have some differences, but this week really has taken the biscuit. On Saturday morning my scales were telling me I had lost a pound, but I knew I was going out to dinner that night and so wouldn't be sticking to the regime. By Monday morning I had seemingly transformed my one pound loss into a two pound gain and I was royally pissed off. It doesn't matter what I ate on Saturday night, there is no way on earth I could gain three pounds from one meal out.
So I've spent the last couple of days stressed out and irritated, not least when this morning my scales again assured me that I was still two pounds heavier than last week. Naturally I wasn't expecting to be smiling come weighing time this evening, and yet somehow when I stood on the SW scales I registered a 1/2lb loss.
I damned near skipped out of there tonight, despite the fact that half a pound really wasn't a fair result for the effort put in (sixty minutes on the treadmill, sixty minutes walking, thirty minutes on the stationary bike and half an hour of free weights over the weekend alone!). So looking at it that way you could say that it wasn't entirely negative, but in truth it was because I've spent the last two days feeling utterly irate and that is the last thing you need when you are trying to stick to a diet.
So as I skipped back to my car, chuckling to myself (as you do) I decided those fucking scales need to go. The second I got home I took them out to the garage and that should be enough to keep me off them since I always weigh first thing in the morning and no way will I be going out to the garage to weigh.
So now I am just two pounds away from my two stone target, so maybe, just maybe I could have a really good week next week and walk out of the meeting with my next certificate (and all the extra goodies that leads to!), God knows it's been long enough coming.

Getting closer...

It was my weigh day again today, and I thought I'd lost 3-3.5lbs (according to my scales) but in the end I only lost 2.5lbs. Which is half of what I put on over my holiday. So I'm still 3.5lbs away from my two stone target and the awesome treat that awaits courtesy of Mistress R. I'm hopeful of achieving that next week, but even if I don't I am at least pretty sure that I should be able to lose 3.5lbs over the next two weeks. After that it's a case of trying to lose another half-stone (7lbs) before Christmas really. At least our meetings are continuing right through the Christmas period so there won't be any 'weeks-off' and I'll be getting weighed on the 23rd and 30th of December, which should help keep me on track through that most difficult of times.
Last night Mistress enjoyed a rather unusual orgasm, in that it seemed to stop and start several times. She seemed to enjoy it though, I know I enjoyed getting her there. :) Afterwards Mistress teased my cock and after she had finished and my cock had softened a little I noticed a couple of drops of pre-cum glistening on the end of my poor denied meat. We have our next Femdom session scheduled for tomorrow night. I'm hoping for some ass-worship (of course), maybe some RodeoH action... and I guess whatever else Mistress decides she wants from me. Bound to be some foot worship (which I love doing), and obviously I will be tasting Mistress's gorgeous pussy again.
Sweet!

Big mistake...

Not last week, the week before, Mistress and I were off work so I decided that I would book a week of from Slimming World (we are allowed six 'holidays' a year), in my infinite wisdom I had a plan, which went like this:

I'm off work for a week, it's my birthday, we're going here there and everywhere and I'm going to put on weight, no doubt. And that was before I decided to start baking... then my brilliant mind followed it up with the idea that, going back the next week was a waste of time and money since I was bound to have put on, what was the point of paying £4.95 to be told I'd put on ?lbs. No, instead I would book two weeks off and the second week I would make sure I lost all the weight I put on in the first week.

It all sounded perfectly plausible at the time of course.... however, as the weigh-in inevitably approached it was clear that I hadn't lost all the weight I'd put on, or anything close to it really. And so it was with considerable trepidation that I attended the meeting this evening. You may remember that I had lost 27lbs (a tantalising 1lb short of my two stone reward...) before my week off, and as I mounted the scale this evening I was fully expecting a gain of 6lbs, putting my right back to 1.5stones lost. Worse than that I was worried that it may even be more, since our bathroom scales and the fancy digital ones they have don't seem to correlate in any conceivably accurate fashion. What if it was 7lbs or even 8lbs???

In the event I had actually gained 5lbs, which while not being in any way positive, is not as bad as it could have been. Which means my reward is now 6lbs away. Which, I think, if I am 100% focussed and by the book, is achievable within the next two weeks. Three at the most. And that still leaves another 4-5 weeks before Christmas to potentially lose another half stone.

Missing the meetings was a really, really, really terrible idea and I won't be doing that again in a hurry. Indeed, if at all possible I will be attending even when I am on holiday in future.

On a brighter note, after a disastrous start to October, Mistress R and I turned things around and last night Mistress enjoyed her tenth orgasm of the month. I knew we could make double figures if we tried hard enough, I am very happy about that. Tomorrow I am off to see a few bands with a friend, so hopefully we can start November with a bang on Thursday!

Ass worship is so fucking HOT!

This afternoon was just fantastic, obviously after our day out in London yesterday Mistress and I didn't get around to having any 'fun' last night... we were beat, all we wanted was to shower, watch TV and go to bed. So today we made up for it...
It started like the last few times really, me laying on my side gently teasing Mistress's gorgeous inner thighs while we kissed until she pushed me down between her legs. I must have been doing something right because when Mistress's orgasm hit it seemed to last a really long time, she certainly seemed extremely satisfied anyway.
:)
After she recovered she had me lie on my back and she started stroking me until I was rock hard. Almost immediately she slapped my cock and balls a couple of times and then caught me off guard a bit with an very firm ball slap while my cock was in her mouth! She continued stroking, slapping and sucking my throbbing cock for a while and then she started using her teeth on the head which was really intense and verging on painful, but so hot!
She continued teasing me as I reached around her and squeezed her ass, dreaming about plunging my tongue into her delicious asshole as she continued to jerk my cock hard. I told her how bad I wanted to lick her ass and she said...
"Well, you still have a reward owed to you. Maybe you should choose that."
I told her I definitely wanted to choose that, to which she replied...
"Do you want it now or do you want to wait?"
I told her I wanted it right now and she manoeuvred herself on top of me, giving me a good look at her pink little rosebud and making my cock throb even harder. She made me beg for it each of the three times she allowed me to worship her ass, and I fucking loved every last second of it.
Each time Mistress lifted her ass away from my mouth she looked so happy and sexy, I don't know how my cock didn't explode in her hand.
The third time I pushed my tongue as deep as I could and it felt and tasted so good, I absolutely love worshipping my Mistress's beautiful ass, it really cannot be emphasised enough just how much I fucking adore it! I just want it to go on and on, I just cannot get enough of it.
Then Mistress turned around but continued stroking my aching pole. And started telling me how badly she wants me to get to my two-stone goal, telling me how badly she wants me to get my reward, and all the time she was stroking, stroking, stroking...
She told me over and over to think about how it's going to feel to jerk my cock until I shoot my cum all over her gorgeous ass, how it's going to look and how it's going to taste as I use my tongue to clean up every last drop of my cum off her ass. Over and over, until I was about ready to agree to anything she wanted just so I could do exactly that. I want so bad to lick my cum off her beautiful asshole, I know it's going to be even better than licking it over her gorgeous breasts.
But in the meantime, making her cum so well today and then getting to worship her delicious asshole was just a spectacularly good end to the weekend. Roll on next weekend and our Femdom session!

Girls masturbate...why can't we talk about it?

I was looking on the Daily Telegraph website today, actually I was looking for reviews of a shite comedy series that started last night (the review was good, the public comments echoed my own thoughts...nice to know it's not you), and at the bottom of the page there were various links to other pages on the website.

One which caught my eye was entitled 'Girls masturbate, why can't we talk about it?' Which I will repost here just in case you can't see it in another country or something...

Who doesn’t love busting a taboo? Doesn’t it make you feel edgy and modern and SHOCKING? Do you remember the ‘90s, when anal sex was the taboo du jour (du decade?)? I put this in no small part down to overexposure to Sex and the City, which definitely mentioned it at least twice in six years. But yeah! Anal sex was cool! Because it was taboo! And nothing’s sexier than busting a taboo, yeah!

Then, after watching a bit more Sex and the City, we decided that the use of the word c**t was a far bigger taboo, so we started saying it loads, all the time, to show how edgy we were.

Once the naughtiest of all the naughty words, c**t is only months away from being used on Hollyoaks Later – which means it's only a matter of time before Corrie’s Rita start’s shouting it at Norris across the street’s cornershop - The Kabin when he forgets to top up the sherbet lemons.

So we need another taboo to bust – but what’s left? I went to see the very funny Book of Mormon this week, where a running joke about a man ‘f***ing a baby’ had the audience, including myself, crying with laughter (seriously, go and see it, it really is excellent), which makes me wonder if there’s anywhere left to go.

And then I remembered the one dirty little secret we’re all harbouring. The one thing we can’t talk about, even amongst our closest female friends. Female masturbation.

Obviously there are conditions attached to this: vibrators are fine – we can discuss vibrators, go and buy them together, attend hen nights where we have to rescue a vibrator from a stripper’s butt cheeks using only our pelvic floor muscles (I don’t go to many hen nights – but that’s what happens when you’ve finished glazing your own commemorative mugs, right?). Only a prude would admit to not owning a vibrator. They’re sexy! And fun! Sexy fun! And empowering! And that one with the ears once featured in Sex and the City! So we’re fine with that.

But we never discuss female masturbation, on its own, without a purple, glittery, revolving phallus, without a man present, just for the sake of it.

I can talk about it, if someone else brings it up in conversation (which rarely happens), but I have to force myself to swallow my discomfort first, and I’d never bring it up myself – why is that? The topics of conversation I’ll cover with my closest friends know no bounds – except this one. Is it just too personal? Because that’s how it feels. I managed to get one friend, who will discuss her bowel movements with me at the drop of a hat, to admit that she masturbates. But only when she’d drunk the best part of a bottle of wine.

But why the double standard? Men talk about wanking all the time. A male friend “knows a guy” who prides himself on the number of times he can fit a wank in during a day at work. His record is 23.

Twenty-three times in one working day? That doesn’t sound like fun. That sounds as close to self-flagellation as you can get on an industrial estate in Croydon. But nonetheless, his wanking prowess is a point of pride.

In fact The Most Ancient and Most Puissant Order of the Beggar's Benison and Merryland, Anstruther, known as The Beggar's Benison, was a Scottish gentlemen's club founded in 1732, devoted to "the convivial celebration of male sexuality”. It was a wanking club.

But is female masturbation actually taboo? Or am I the maiden aunt clutching her pearls while all the cool kids go off to masturbation raves in warehouses, where they take loads of ketamine and frig themselves silly?

As Telegraph Wonder Women’s agony aunt Dr Petra Boyntonpoints out, masturbation itself isn’t taboo – it’s talked about far more in sex education and in the media than say, 50 years ago. Instead, the problem lies with how we discuss it, and the language we use. “In the UK, the discussion focuses on products (toys) and performance/aspirational messages around spicing up your sex life. But, we don’t talk about how to masturbate or how that might be interpreted within a relationship.

“Masturbation is happening and we talk about it but the media/self help market uses language in quite a limiting way, which actually means it's not a taboo but can be difficult to talk about.”

Masturbation is fine when it’s for the purposes of male titillation. But WHY? Does female desire, on its own and without a purpose (to make babies, or to please a man) make us uncomfortable? Are women not allowed to be horny, just because? And why do women refuse to talk about masturbating even when they are just in female company? We are the generation that talk about ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING. But not this.

It’s almost like there’s a conspiracy we’re all a willing part of, a refusal to discuss female masturbation sensibly, lest all the women discover their clitorises, drop what they’re doing and start furiously wanking in the nearest cupboard. But that would be ridiculous, wouldn’t it?

Not that I've spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about the subject, no really I haven't... but it does seem that the writer has a good point. For instance, the word 'wank' conjours up a very male specific image, and yet there is no universally accepted female equivalent. Why? And as the writer says, it's one thing that women don't talk about it in front of men, but women seemingly don't even talk about it to other women, not that I'm suggesting that I talk to other men about wanking.... not that I'd have a lot to say on the subject anyway! Well, you know what I mean.

Maybe this secrecy/taboo element is why it turns men on to think about women 'pleasuring' themselves, or maybe it reassures us that women do actually like sex and they aren't just going along with the whole charade to stop us getting grumpy. Women may scoff at this but it is very odd to us men that something as simple as self-gratification is such a taboo subject. Men discover wanking at a relatively early age and apart from those of us who enter into slightly unorthodox agreements with our partners, most men will carry on jerking their cocks until such time as they die, or cease to function sufficiently. 

To us it's a no brainer, we wouldn't even take offence if we are termed a wanker (as long as it's said in jest) because we all know we are, it's a common interest, like porn or football (actually I don't like football). So to us, it's a peculiar thing that the vast majority of women are so coy about it, or actively claim not to indulge themselves. I'm forty three now, and in all my years I can only recall one instance of a woman I knew talking openly about it and that was at school (a girl called Bridget talking to another girl about rubbing herself against her pillow, or something... truth be told school is a long time ago now). 

Anyway, I think the article said pretty much everything, I hope you enjoyed reading it.

Last night's weigh-in was not as bad as I feared it might be, following my first 'holiday week'. I put on 2.5lbs, but I was more than happy with that, thinking that over a two week period I could easily have put on 7lbs. So it's back on the wagon now, and now of course rather than 3lbs to go until my 28lb milestone (2 Stones in English money) it 5.5lbs, and I'll have to lose 3lb before I get any other treat of course... Still that's not really that bad. I lost 4lbs the first two weeks I started (8lbs in total), so I reckon it should be reasonably do-able. We'll see. 

Well, I can't sit around typing all night, I have some pussy worship to attend to!

Eleventh weigh-in...

As predicted, today was my first weight gain since I started at Slimming World. In the end it was only half a pound, so I've still lost 23lbs altogether. Just got to take it on the chin and start again tomorrow. I need to lose 5lbs to get to my 2St loss, which will entitle me not only to another 'major' treat, but also a £50 shopping voucher courtesy of Mistress R. The voucher is for a place we will be visiting in two weeks and then probably not for some time, so the pressure is on. I also need to lose 2lbs to get to my 10% Club certificate, since I weighted 250lbs at the start.

I was pretty brief yesterday about the ass licking I got to enjoy... it really was great, and at one point Mistress was sucking my cock as I was tonguing her ass and it felt amazing, especially when I started to really push it into her asshole....so fucking HOT!
Probably going to get my ass teased tomorrow night, cos I'm still owed a treat from two weeks ago. Looking forward to that, and licking Mistress R's gorgeous pussy too of course, that goes without saying.

Reading Eric's tales of watching his wife taking HUGE black dildo's has certainly given me food for thought, I'm definitely going to be suggesting the use of Mistress's larger glass dildo as soon as I lose some more weight!

Tenth weigh-in...

I am quite pleased, to say the least. Ten weeks of consecutive weight loss, another 1.5lbs tonight making a grand total of 23.5lbs. And only 1.5lbs to go until I've lost 10% of my starting weight and only 4.5lbs more to hit the two stone mark... and my second major treat as well!
Seeing as I haven't been able to partake of last week's treat yet it's a bit pointless thinking about this one, I was going to chose ass worship, but since I want to wait until my cock is fully functional again, I might as well just keep it in reserve.
My cock seems to be responding to the E45 lotion, I have applied it about 5 times today and it does seem to be making a good difference. I'm reluctant to jump the gun and make it sore again, I'd rather wait until Mistress can abuse it as she sees fit. Even though I did wake up rock hard this morning, albeit my foreskin was not retracted... my balls felt like they were on the verge of exploding as well, hardly surprising after my strange, virtually 'dry' orgasm the other day.
We are planning to have our Femdom session this weekend, albeit that rather depends on the state of my cock... but hopefully we will be able to proceed. In any case, in a short while I shall be licking Mistress R's beautiful pussy and hopefully adding to her total of nine orgasms so far this month. If we do have our Femdom session it will be on Saturday so I envision a total of eleven for August which is pretty amazing considering how up and down things have been this month.

Ups and Downs...

Apologies for the lack of decent posts of late, things just haven't been going my way of late. As you you may have noticed, most unusually we had a nine day period with nothing going on... this was largely because last weekend we were supposed to have our Femdom session, but that didn't happen, and then Mistress came on unexpectedly... on top of all that I seem to be going from one thing to another of late, I had a very painful knee, an infected nut, a sore cock and some sort of throat thing, none of which has really helped matters.
At least last night I got to taste Mistress R's beautiful pussy and made her cum, albeit when she tried to tease my cock it was still sore and after a couple of minutes of not much really happening I told her to forget it. Tomorrow I am hopeful of another orgasm for Mistress R and some teasing for me, with a cock ring if necessary! If all goes well I may be getting my treat from last Tuesday too... but I'm not pinning my hopes on that.

I realise that I never wrote about my last treat, which was to watch Mistress using her glass dildo on herself, or the one before that, which was for Mistress to sit on my face during my teasing. To be honest I wasn't really in the mood for writing, the facesitting treat really didn't go that well, it was extremely frustrating as Mistress kept sitting too far down near my chest rather than on my face and each time I moved down the bed to get in a better place she seemed to move further away, to be honest I wasn't in the best of moods in the first place and by the end I was just completely irritated and the last thing I wanted to do was write about it.
I love it when Mistress sits on my face in the sessions, but somehow this just didn't work... I don't really understand why, it really annoyed me because I love having her right on top of me and grinding her pussy against my tongue and face, I don't know whether it was because she had already cum, whereas in our session she hasn't, or what, but it was not good and I will probably not be choosing that again in a hurry.

Watching her use the dildo on herself on the other hand was great, I love watching her pleasuring herself with it and licking it clean for her, I know she loves that dildo and I am doing what I can to try and encourage her to use it more often. Strangely, for some reason Mistress was surprised when she saw her regular glass dildo on the bedside table and she said 'Oh, I thought you meant the other one....'. This was something of a surprise since 'the other one' has languished unused in the drawer ever since we bought it and tried it once.
What happened was, one time we were buying something off a sex toy site and Mistress said that she wanted another, bigger glass dildo. So she chose this one, which has big round ends, is curved in the middle and I believe has nobbles all over it. The first time she tried it she declared it was too big and uncomfortable and since then it has been in a drawer in the box. So I was rather surprised that she thought that was what I meant, and even more surprised that she seemed happy to try it again. I do think that Mistress would find it a lot more comfortable if she used it after she had cum and she was really, really wet... I intend to chose that one soon enough, I would love to watch that dildo sliding in and out of her beautiful pussy.
Oh yes, one thing that was really nice was when Mistress was using her regular glass dildo on herself, she sat over my face and I was able to lick her pussy as she was fucking herself, that was really hot and made my cock throb quite a bit (as you can probably imagine).

So it's 2AM here in the UK, and here I am writing my blog. The reason for that is I was so tired earlier that I went to bed and didn't get up for four hours, so now of course I can't get to sleep. Typical.
Mistress and I went out for a meal this evening at our new favourite place, it was a fantastic meal though I'm not sure my slimming club lady would agree, Mistress and I intentionally ordered different desserts and swapped over halfway... the chocolate cheesecake was immense, and the sticky toffee pudding was sensational, but so sickly, I don't actually think I could have eaten it all.
Mistress looked amazing. I don't know what it is but over the last year or so she really seems to have blossomed. Every time we go out she looks fantastic, she's finally embraced heels and open toes and now regularly wears clingy dresses that show off her fantastic figure. As ever this is a double edged sword, on the one hand I feel immensely proud of her and proud to be out with her, on the other I feel kind of depressed about it because even though I have lost 22lbs now, I am still way overweight. I realise that being the fat guy with the hot wife is better than being the fat guy with the ugly wife, but still, I don't want to be the fat guy at all and I do feel kind of intimidated by the fact that more often than not that Mistress R is the hottest woman in the room and I am not really holding up my end as yet... I did manage to wear a nice new shirt tonight though, which has been in my wardrobe for quite a few months now, so at least that's something.

Slimming World has been a good move so far, 22lbs in nine weeks is not bad at all really, and this has easily been the most successful dieting I have done in the last twenty years. We had a minor local celebrity visiting our group last week and he gave a refreshing perspective. He's lost nine stones (126lbs) in the last eleven months, which is incredible. He's still twenty stone (280lbs) but what I found interesting was his comments about before he started. He said he never considered himself to be massively overweight even though he was 400lbs, and he was shocked to discover that his friend (who he considered the fatter one because he was always out of breath) was much lighter than him.
I found this interesting because now that I have lost a bit of weight people are starting to comment and say things like 'You must feel so much better'. Well, no... I don't feel any different. I didn't feel massively unhappy or huge when I started, I did feel a bit crap when I went up to 18st (252lbs) last year, but even at 17st 4lbs I felt fine.
The thing is, I suggested an analogy to Mistress R yesterday... if you wore a rucksack every day and every day you put one more marble in it, you would get used to it and barely even notice. But if you put the rucksack on full of marbles, obviously you would notice it and be uncomfortable. I put my weight on over a period of several years so obviously it wasn't like I woke up fat one day, it was gradual... why didn't I address the problem when I was fifteen or sixteen stone? I don't know. I wish I had, but I didn't, and that was partly because I didn't feel that fat.
I think when I get down to where I want to be there has to be some monitoring to stop this situation arising again, and that's one good thing about Slimming World... when you reach your goal you stop paying, but you have to still go and get weighed every week and if you go more than so much above or below your goal weight you have to start paying again. I think that's a brilliant idea, because it's obvious that people like me need that kind of safeguard to protect us from our own negligence.

Anyway, let's hope that things get back to normal again sooner rather than later, it would be nice to be able to share some new hot experiences with you guys. On Thursday night I did try and instigate some foot-worship after I removed Mistress's heels after we'd been out, but after about a minute Mistress stopped me and went off to get changed, and when she came back I noticed she had put socks on and obviously wasn't in the mood so I left it. Unfortunately that's what the last few weeks seem to have been like here...

Ninth weigh-in...

Two more pounds lost, making 22lbs in total in nine weeks. Can't be bad. Have chosen my glass butt plug this week, looking forward to that. Some of you may have noticed that our orgasm counter hasn't moved since the 14th of August. Well, unfortunately that's 100% accurate. And Mistress is on her period now, which arrived extremely suddenly and unexpectedly on Monday, which sucks... a week for us these days feels like a long, long time.
At least we managed to get seven orgasms on the board for Mistress R before things went to pot, so we should still manage a reasonable number this month, maybe even double figures. I certainly hope so. Then next month we should see Mistress hitting the 300 mark, that should be a cause for celebration indeed!

Eighth weigh-in...

Another half a pound, disappointing, but... that's 20lbs in 8 weeks, or 2.5lbs a week average. And last time I lost 1/2lb the next week I lost 4lbs, so next week could be a good result. Have chosen Mistress's glass dildo as my treat this week, looking forward to that, maybe tomorrow.

Seventh weigh-in...

This past week has been a bit of a chore, and I've been dreading going to Slimming World tonight because according to my scales I hadn't lost a damn thing. So convinced was I actually that I hadn't even given any thought to what I would choose as my treat this week! So I was very pleasantly surprised when I got on the scales and discovered a 1.5lb loss, which makes my total loss to date 19.5lbs (in seven weeks).
I had already decided not to stay for the whole meeting and rushed home to tell Mistress R the good news. A little while later we retired to the bedroom for an hour and she had another nice orgasm, followed by some lovely teasing for me. Mistress said I can tell her my choice of treat tomorrow.
If I can lose another 1.5lbs next week I will get my next certificate (for 1.1/2 stones lost).

Sixth weigh-in...

After last weeks slightly disappointing result (1/2lb) I was somewhat apprehensive about tonight's weigh-in. As it turns out that was unnecessary, another 4lbs shed this week, I missed out on slimmer of the week by 1lb and slimmer of the month by 1/2lb, gutted! That's 18lbs gone in 6 weeks (3lb a week in fact). But there's still plenty to go at, I've not had one person yet comment that I look thinner...
Of course this means that I get to choose another treat, but I haven't had last weeks treat yet or my first milestone treat either. Which is nobody's fault, I have had backache and an upset stomach these last few days, but at least I managed to make Mistress cum last night, which was very enjoyable for us both.
Mistress hasn't actually asked me about this weeks treat yet, but between you and I it will probably be ass worship.
:)

Reconnection...

This last week has been a bit rubbish really... as Mistress and I both despise the warm weather we've been 'enjoying' neither of us has been in the best of moods, added to that I felt a bit dizzy last week (something that comes and goes now and then) and the fact that Mistress unexpectedly started her period on Friday and, well, the whole thing has been a bit of a washout on the sex front. Apparently there is one more warm spell at the end of this week and then the temperature is going to start dropping, it can't come soon enough as far as I'm concerned.
At least Saturday night was hot. Well what would have been hot, after the week we had was HOT!
Following a family party on Saturday evening I went to bed pretty much as soon as we got home, but Mistress stayed up for a couple of hours and then came to bed in the early hours, I was awake and rock hard and as she got into bed I cuddled her and she immediately grabbed my cock and started stroking and teasing me for about ten-fifteen minutes.
We kissed passionately throughout and felt reconnected, it was wonderful. Mistress and I are a very close couple, but these days when we (briefly really compared to a lot of couples) stop having physical contact we do seem to drift apart a bit, which we both hate, but both seem hopeless at addressing.
Needless to say, I haven't had last week's treat yet (I chose the parachute) nor my first milestone weight-loss reward, and it's weigh-day again tomorrow! I'm expecting a good week this week, maybe three pounds. My belly is noticeably shrinking and I've already got into quite a few T-shirts that I've had knocking around for ages... well, years in fact!
According to my scales I now weigh 15St 13lbs (223lbs) from a starting weight of 16St 4lbs (242lbs), but I'll have to wait until tomorrow to get the true picture. In the meantime, hopefully Mistress R will be enjoying a nice hard cum tonight, and tomorrow and probably Wednesday too, although we might be out for dinner that night, celebrating the Femdom day we postponed last week because it was too damned hot to go out.
Femdom Day doesn't seem to have caught on at all, even when you Google it most of the results are from two years ago. I think that's a bit of a shame really, but Mistress and I will continue to celebrate it nonetheless. I like to think of it as her 'official' birthday, a bit like the Queen.

Fifth weigh-in...

Fifth weigh-in tonight and I managed just half a pound. Which is a bit shitty after losing 4,4,2.5 and 3lbs, but still, it does mean that I hit my first stone which is something to be pleased about. It also means that I get to choose a treat again and I should be in line for my first milestone reward.
As of right now I don't know what treat I'm going to choose, my first choice was for Mistress R to stand on my cock. She hasn't done this for many, many years, and last time we did it we had a blanket box at the end of the bed for her to stand on, and the bed had an iron end for her to hold onto while she did it. I particularly liked it when she wore fishnet stockings when she did this by the way...
But now we have neither of those things and I'm not entirely sure of a safe and stable way of doing it, which is a bit annoying to say the least. So it looks like I'm going to have to choose something else instead.
I'm not sure what my milestone treat is either, before Saturday I actually thought it might have been cumming on Mistress R's feet, seeing as I had been waiting for years to do that... so I don't know. I hope it's something suitably excellent anyway, though I'm slightly concerned that Mistress doesn't seem to have a plan at the moment...
I guess I'm a bit bummed out tonight. Not only did I not lose as much weight as I'd hoped, but due to the weather we've decided to postpone our celebration of Femdom Day (which is supposed to be tomorrow). I was hoping to take Mistress out for dinner, but it's just too hot here at the moment for us to enjoy it, so maybe we will do it next week instead. I don't suppose it really matters as such, it's not like an actual birthday or something, but still, it's a little bit irritating, and it's just one more irritation in a day full of them. Not least of which was that at work the air-con packed up and left us all feeling knackered and drained in 85% humidity... mid afternoon I was actually tipping water over myself to try and cool down.
Oh well, maybe tomorrow will be a better day.