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? 

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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!

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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!

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…

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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.

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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.

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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…

You Win Some, You Lose Some...

Tonight was a definite up and down affair, on the upside Mistress had another epic orgasm with my finger just tickling her asshole until she started to cum. It was amazing and wonderful and I felt so happy to feel her cum so incredibly hard…

Again, afterwards I felt so ridiculously hot, I don’t know what the fuck is the matter with me, I’ve been like this for ages now. It really isn’t that hot and yet I seem to get so overheated so easily. I have had a cold these last two weeks but even so…

I probably should have asked Mistress to tease me another day, because I should have known it probably wouldn’t go so well, but then I’ve been so hard lately that I’ve come to expect it now, so I thought it would probably be fine.

Sadly that wasn’t the case tonight, despite Mistress’s best efforts. She lay down beside me and started touching her pussy, she told me she wanted me inside her and that I should stroke my cock and get it hard for her. If I’d have been thinking straight I should right then have asked if I could put the cock ring on, but I wasn’t thinking straight of course, I got up on my knees so I could get a better look at what Mistress was doing and it was awesome to see her lying there touching herself, I loved every second of it and she looked absolutely stunning.

But my cock was just not playing, it got sort of 80% there, but not hard enough. Mistress took over and it seemed to pick up a bit but then it started to flag as I seemed to get hotter and hotter… eventually I suggested putting on the cock ring but we both knew the moment had passed.

It’s kind of hard to take when it’s so long (actually it’s only been seven weeks) since Mistress has wanted me on top and inside her, and the worst thing is that I know this is going to play on my mind now and it will probably mean using the cock ring again until I can build up my confidence again.

It always seems like these things happen at the most inopportune times, I’m sure if Mistress ever decided to let me take her ass the same thing would probably happen. I just hate the fact that Mistress was being so engaging and it didn’t work out, I really don’t want her to think that I wasn’t into what she was doing because I really, really was…!

I guess I should look on the bright side and think about how hard Mistress came, it really was absolutely wonderful to feel her cum so hard, and you know, I wasn’t going to use that little trick again tonight… but I’m glad I did.  After all, her pleasure is the most important thing to me (IT REALLY 100% IS) and she was super happy with me there. 

And you know, I’ve been here before, I’ll no doubt be here again, and it will be okay. But it’s hard when it’s not hard enough, if you see what I mean…

Amazingly, Mistress is up to ten orgasms this month already… which is more than she’s had most months in the last year. I really hope we can continue this on for the rest of the month and at least get her up to 13 or 14.

A Spectacular Evening!

Tonight Mistress had a really spectacular orgasm, and boy did I reap the benefits of that! 

I can’t remember where I read it, I think it may have been in ‘She Comes First’ (a very good book about the art of cunilingus) but it seems there is a collection of nerve endings at the base of the pussy (kind of like a South Pole clitoris) which is overlooked by most but seems to reward attention.

I’ve noticed since I’ve started teasing Mistress this way she’s generally been very responsive and the other night I allowed my fingers to move a little further South and to tease the skin between her pussy and ass. Mistress really seemed to like it and it reminded me how a long time ago I used to tease her ass with my finger when I was going down on her. I didn’t want to push it too far, so I just stuck with that…

Tonight I did the same thing but it was clear Mistress was really loving it and I decided to go a little further and ended up very gently just teasing Mistress’s asshole while I licked her clit. Well, to say it went well would be an understatement. Mistress had a pretty amazing orgasm and by the time she was done coming I was already getting hard just from being part of it. 

Usually Mistress lets me lick her pussy a little after she’s cum and then I kiss her feet while she lays back and relaxes a bit. I only got to kiss her feet for a few seconds before she scooted down the bed and had me lick her pussy again, and she was so wet…

The next thing she said was music to a man’s ears…. well, this man’s ears anyway.

“I want you to lick my ass.”

She got up and told me to lie on my back and then she grabbed my cock and started stroking it while she stood over me teasing me with the sight of her gorgeous ass. She still made me beg for it, but I didn’t mind, I’m always happy to beg to lick her asshole.

I probably got to lick her ass longer tonight than I ever have at one time, and I still wanted more. God knows how I managed to hold back, Mistress stroked me hard and fast and slapped my balls pretty hard too… it was utterly fantastic! When she finally edged me I begged to be allowed to worship her sexy ass one more time and she planted herself on my face once more, it was so awesome… it really was! 

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I hope some of you followed the link to read the thread I posted about yesterday… it really is a brilliant account and well worth a read. I’m thinking I might ask the guy if he would mind if I collated all the posts into one piece and posted it here, because it’s so worth it. We’ll see.

Sunday Morning Teasing...

Mistress and I stayed up late last night, well actually I went to bed about 1am I think, I didn’t want to stay up late and feel knackered on Sunday (hmm…) so I went to bed even though I wasn’t really tired enough. So I decided to read for a bit as that often does the trick.

I read one of my favourite stories, called ‘Discovering My Nasty Wife’ by Tony88888 (you can read it HERE) which didn’t really make me sleepy, but it did give me a very hard cock… very hard indeed in fact, which just goes to show that ruined orgasm last night didn’t give me much relief at all. 

When Mistress finally came to bed about 2am I cuddled up to her and asked if I could stroke my cock. She said I could, but somehow I managed to rest my head on her hair and she jerked away from me suddenly which was a bit unfortunate… I lay back on my back and continued stroking with my left hand and tried to touch her skin with my right hand but again she jerked away, I think she must have been half asleep or something – at least I hope she was. I continued stroking for a while and I was beginning to wonder if she’d fallen asleep, but then she looked over her shoulder and said ‘that’s enough’.

I kissed her on the shoulder then and turned over to try and get to sleep. But that didn’t work at all. 3am came and went, and at 3.30am I pondered the idea of getting up and maybe drinking some alcohol or something, that or taking some Night Nurse – that stuff kills me for about 24hrs… but in the end, well 4am I think I got to sleep.

I woke up about 8am but thankfully got back to sleep until after 10am. Still, I have to say 6hrs sleep is okay when it’s 12am-6am, not so good when it’s 4am-10am!

Fortunately, when I woke up this morning I felt Mistress move up behind me and her hand slide down and start stroking my cock. She teased me for a good little while, getting me harder and gently squeezing my balls, sometimes stroking me and sometimes just holding still and letting me fuck her hand…

Despite my ruined orgasm yesterday, or maybe because of it, I really, really wanted to cum this morning. I told Mistress how much I love that she ruined me and kept me horny for her, while thoughts of her fucking herself with her glass dildo and my tongue worshipping her ass filled my head. I was very turned on… like I said I really wanted to cum.

It’s when I’m really desperate like that, really aching to explode, that it occurs to me all over again how little Mistress realises the power she has over me. When my cock is throbbing like that I feel like I would do pretty much anything she wanted me to… and I fucking love feeling like that. 

Back to Back Orgasms for Mistress

After my wonderful teasing this morning, today turned out pretty good. There were tedious jobs to do of course, cleaning the bathroom, mowing the lawn, defrosting the freezer, making salads for tomorrow… but also, later on Mistress and I decamped to the bedroom once again so that I could worship her beautiful, sexy pussy.

Mistress had another really lovely orgasm on my tongue (we seem to be on a bit of a roll now) and afterwards I wasn’t too sure if Mistress was going to tease me again or not because I did get some this morning after all. I didn’t get a full on teasing, but Mistress did spend a little while teasing me, though actually she hardly touched my cock at all.

She spent most of the time dragging her very long nails across my balls and digging them in to my ballsack, which got me very hard indeed I must say. I kept hoping she would move on to teasing my cock, but she didn’t… she just kept scratching away at my balls, making me harder and harder until she rolled onto her back and said ‘That’s all for now’.

How cool is that? 

As we lay there in the afterglow, I pointed to the picture on the wall of Mistress’s legs (the one that’s at the top of this blog) and told her how amazing her gorgeous legs looked in that photo, they really do don’t they? I think she should be very proud of that picture, and of course the one over our bed too, she looks stunning in that one as well.

I may not be the best photographer in the world, but I’m pretty pleased with those two.

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Elsewhere today I’ve been writing a couple of stories at once, the one you’re likely to see first is a pretty straightforward cuckolding story, that’s almost too cliched a scenario to be true… but for some reason it popped into my head and I thought I’d see what I could spit out. It’s not a story I’m going to spend weeks refining, it’s going to be a much looser deal. I don’t think everyone will like it, but I think there will be some people it might hit the mark with and who will appreciate it. I must say after the indifferent reaction to ‘Ready to Play’ I’m all for dashing something out and throwing into the shark infested water that is ‘Loving Wives’ on Literotica.

Ruined is the New Black!

After some brief teasing this morning (Mistress and I were staying over at our friends’ ‘Very Big House in the Country’ again…) today has flown past… after dinner we decided to watch a DVD that I bought absolutely ages ago but never got around to watching. Mistress is not a fan of sci-fi (in fact apart from the Alien films neither am I really) and so anything that even hints it might be sci-fi is a bit of a hard sell.

Ex Machina isn’t sci-fi, well I suppose technically it is… but only just (and probably not for much longer) and it certainly isn’t ‘space based’ which is the real problem here, and in the end Mistress really enjoyed it, in fact we both agreed it was probably the best film we’ve seen this year (along with Jake Gyllenhall’s Nightcrawler).

After the film was over Mistress and I headed up to bed for a while. Mistress tasted delicious and had another lovely orgasm on my tongue, after which I gave her pretty feet some attention with my lips. The added bonus of course was that while I was kissing her feet I could still see her beautiful, pink pussy right there in front of me. 

Because I haven’t been feeling well this week, I haven’t had any proper teasing since last Sunday’s Femdom session. Mistress soon had me rock hard and began sucking my throbbing cock while I allowed my fingers to slide down and start to tease her ass. Just as my fingers made contact with Mistress’s tight little hole she started slapping my cock and balls, which made me even harder and then after a little more sucking Mistress started pumping my cock hard.

Amazingly, given that I haven’t cum since the 16th of July, I was able to hold back quite well, but inevitably eventually I had to warn Mistress that I was getting close. Mistress didn’t slow down a beat, but took her time telling me that she was going to let me cum. I was pretty sure that the moment I started to cum she was going to let go and sure enough I enjoyed another ruined orgasm, which Mistress fed to me from her fingers.

When I had leaked as much as I was going to leak I said ‘Thank you Mistress’, to which she again said ‘Isn’t there something else you want to tell me?’. I corrected myself by saying ‘Thank you for ruining my orgasm Mistress’ and she smiled and kissed me.

So now, for the first time I’m pretty sure, I’ve had more ruined orgasms in a chastity year than real ones… I wonder if that will still be the case come March 31st?