Saturday, 17 June 2017

A PARTING GIFT? (Written in June 2017)



It wasn’t difficult to pinpoint the moment it started to go wrong, at least not in Sam’s mind. He’d been dating Ellie for a good while and things were getting serious between them, very serious indeed. There was talk of marriage, mostly from her side to be fair, but still – the question was out there. Which would have been fine, they were both coming up to the big 3-0 after all, what better time to settle down and move onto the next stage in their lives?

But then the doubts started, and Sam came to the conclusion that if he was going to marry Ellie, then he needed to come clean about his… unconventional desires. And so one day he sat her down and poured his heart out, he told her how much he loved her and how he wanted to be with her, but he had to come clean about his fantasies.

Ellie listened as he told her how he fantasised about being dominated by her, how he thought about her making him lick her pussy when he’d cum inside her, how he wanted to be teased and denied… even how he dreamed about watching her with someone else. It didn’t go well. She didn’t say much, it just kind of hung in the air like a bad smell… thereafter they both acted like it had never happened, hoping it would fade away, never to be mentioned again. But that never works, does it? Sam felt stupid, he wished he’d never said anything, sex became infrequent, awkward and unrewarding as they both tried to act as if everything was normal, but it was impossible.

Clearly the damage was done, Ellie became distant and the marriage talk stopped. It was clear she was disconnecting gradually and then one night they both just realised they needed to move on. They behaved impeccably, no arguments or recriminations, just a measured acceptance that this wasn’t going to work out. Sam moved his stuff into the spare room and they co-existed as friends, he was looking for somewhere to go but was slowly coming to realise that his only real option was home to his parents. The thought of it sent chills down his spine, how could he have fucked all this up so badly and so quickly?

Three weeks down the line it was clearly time to move on, Sam got home to find Ellie ready to go out. She looked stunning and he felt like the biggest idiot on God’s Earth. She moved around the flat in her 4” heels, her toned legs taunting him from under her little black dress. Someone was going to be hitting that tonight and it wasn’t going to be him, he told himself. Ellie heard the taxi beep outside and walked past Sam towards the door, she looked over her shoulder at him, her gorgeous, long blond hair cascading down her back.

“I’ll see you… later, maybe…” she said, with a hint of sadness in her voice.

“Yeah, okay… have a good time,” he said, struggling to force the words out of his throat.

Ellie turned and Sam listened as her heels clacked down the stairs to the waiting taxi, he’d never felt so alone in his life. He slumped on the sofa for the first two hours of the evening, unable to think about anything but Ellie. It dawned on him slowly that this was what it felt like to be cuckolded, waiting alone while another man fucks your wife… he snapped himself out of it, Ellie wasn’t his wife, she was a free agent and so was he, except… she was the only one who was out there looking. Besides, she was beautiful, but that didn’t mean she was going to let just anyone fuck her… would she?

He turned to drink, it seemed the obvious answer and by midnight he was in bed, a half empty bottle of vodka on the bedside table. Everything would look better in the morning, he told himself. Beating himself up wasn’t the answer, just accept it and move on, that’s the spirit. Eventually he found peace in sleep.

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It was nearly 3am when he woke up, there was someone in the flat… he looked to the door and saw the light underneath. It took him a minute and then he remembered, it was Ellie coming home. He gave a huge sigh and turned over, the light went out and there was silence for a while. It must have been about ten minutes later when he heard his door creaking open, he had almost got back to sleep but the spare room door was notoriously squeaky and Ellie wasn’t the quietest of drunks.

He felt the covers move and Ellie got into the bed next to him, she mumbled something incoherent in his ear and he turned to face her in the dark. She was naked and his cock was already starting to harden. Sam couldn’t speak, he didn’t want to break the moment. He thought he’d felt her skin for the last time and now here she was lying next to him naked. She reached out her hand and found his cock, within seconds he was rock hard. Again she mumbled something he couldn’t understand as she began to stroke his aching dick.

Her head went under the covers and he felt her lips close around his prick.

“Oh fuuuuuck…” he moaned as she swirled her tongue around his meat. Ellie had a gift for drunken, sloppy blowjobs and she was giving it everything tonight.

Sam reached down and played with the girl’s hair as she sucked him, but after a few minutes he felt her shift beneath the covers and straddle him. He felt her pussy brush against the tip of his cock and he tried to push upwards but she moved with him, keeping herself just out of reach.

“Yeeudungettofuckmenoow,” she sighed incoherently. “Sumonelsedud... wannasee?”

Ellie slid up his body and planted her pussy right above his face, his eyes had adjusted to the darkness now and in the moonlight he could just make out her beautiful, smooth pussy. Ellie moved it closer still and Sam inhaled the scent of her juices, only this time he smelt something else as well. Another man’s cum.

Before he could think or react, Ellie slid her pussy onto his mouth and ground it against his lips until his mouth slowly opened and his tongue slid out to taste her. Sam’s cock was throbbing like it never had before as his fantasies started to come to life right before his eyes. Ellie reached down and used her fingers to gouge more cum from deep inside her well used cunt, pushing them into his mouth as he sucked and licked them clean.

“Tastheguudyheah?” she slurred. “Jushlikeuwanned.”

Sam couldn’t answer, this felt unreal… as if he was dreaming and one wrong word from him would bring it to a devastating end. Ellie slid back down his torso, her slippery cunt lips sliding either side of his throbbing stalk and then she moved sideways, off of him and out of the bed. She didn’t say another word, but as she walked towards the door he heard a giggle.

Sam heard her close her bedroom door and threw the covers back. His hand reached down and encircled his cock, pumping hard as he replayed every last second of what had just happened to him over and over again in his mind. He didn’t last long and soon his cock erupted a huge load, splashing all the way up to his neck, such was the violence of his orgasm.

As his breathing returned to normal he started to wonder what it all meant, was it a parting gift from his beautiful ex, or the start of something else?


Friday, 16 June 2017

SLUTTY PENNY (Written June 2017)

Glenn looked at his watch for the third time since he’d joined the queue at the bar. He hated this place, it was always so busy and it took forever to get a drink. But for some reason Penny liked it. God knows why, it was a pick-up joint and not much more, and they were the oldest people in the place. He stared around the bar at all the people, no one he could see was within ten years of him, but then Penny was a bit younger, and she looked younger still, she could probably still pull in a place like this no problem.
He leaned as far away from the bar as he dared to check on her, and noticed her talking to a good looking lad. Glenn wasn’t an unduly jealous man, but in recent times he’d began to feel a bit uneasy about their relationship. Something wasn’t quite right and it was beginning to bother him. He knew he’d taken his eye off the ball a bit, and he felt bad about it, but he didn’t seem to be able to get his head back where it needed to be.
He glanced over again and saw Penny had her phone out, but the guy was still there talking… was she taking his number?
‘Don’t jump to conclusions’ he told himself. There could be a reasonable explanation, and the last thing you want to do is ruin the evening by being a hot headed dick.
Finally Glenn got served and wandered back around the corner holding the two glasses, she really did look amazing tonight, and he couldn’t really blame that lad for being attracted to her. He arrived back at the table to see Penny alone and her phone laying on the high table she was perched at.
“Okay?” He asked.
“Great,” she said, taking the glass of wine from him and raising it to her lips.
“Sorry I was so long, it’s always a nightmare in here.”
“That’s okay, I was… just checking my phone.”
Glenn’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing. He looked around the room and spied the lad Penny had been talking to with a group of guys.
“Let’s dance,” said Penny, grabbing her phone from the table and pulling Glenn onto the crowded dancefloor.
Glenn didn’t like dancing much, it didn’t help that he was rubbish at it, so he spent the whole time praying for the song to end. While they were dancing he saw the lad again, standing on the fringes, checking out his wife as she danced. As the music continued Penny noticed him and kept glancing over to see if he was still looking at her… Glenn was starting to get annoyed, but he kept his composure. No point ruining their night out, but it was starting to get to him.
After the song ended Glenn excused himself to go to the toilet, he glanced back over his shoulder to see Penny dancing to the next song and looked at his watch again, ‘not too much longer’ he thought and we can get out of here.
As Glenn stood at the urinal he could hear heavy breathing and moaning coming from the cubicle behind him, someone was getting lucky tonight. He thought about Penny out there on the dancefloor alone, and started to worry.
Re-entering the main room Glenn moved along the fringes of dancefloor, Penny was still there dancing, and of course so was the lad. Right in front of her, far too close for Glenn’s liking. His fists clenched as he watched them moving together, closer and closer until inevitably they kissed. It took every ounce of self-restraint he had for Glenn not to fly into the fray and start a fight. But he wasn’t stupid, the lad was with friends and they would just as surely pile in if he started anything. But Glenn knew he had to nip this in the bud, even if he had to wait until they got home.
Penny broke the kiss and looked around, as if checking she hadn’t been seen, while the lad scurried off back to the edge of the room and his waiting, cheering friends.
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The night came to an end and Penny and Glenn rode the taxi home in near silence. He was furious and now that the alcohol was wearing off a little and the heat of the club was fading, Penny was nervous and awkward. What if Glenn had seen her, it was such a stupid thing to do, to risk their marriage, and for what? She picked up her phone and then put it down again, she would delete the lad’s number as soon as she could…
They arrived home and locked the door behind them, the house was warm and Glenn threw his jacket over one of the armchairs. Penny made for the stairs, but the sound of Glenn’s voice halted her in her tracks.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he growled.
Penny turned, doing her best to look innocent, but failing miserably. She looked nervous now, and she turned to face him.
“I was just going to get my make-up off…”
Glenn stood there with his arms crossed and his lips pursed, he was clearly annoyed.
“Don’t bother.”
Penny was worried now and she stood routed to the spot until he spoke again.
“Come here.”
Penny inched slowly and nervously towards him.
“Strip,” he said, firmly.
“Huh?” responded Penny.
“You heard me. And I suggest you get a move on, unless you want to go over my knee.”
Penny swallowed hard, then bent down to undo her high heeled strappy sandals.
“Not the shoes, you can leave them on.”
Penny looked up at her husband, unsure as to what he was about to say or do next.
“Come on, we don’t have all night.”
Penny slipped out of her dress and let it fall to the floor, Glenn was moving around the room now, appraising her from different angles it seemed.
“And the rest,” he snapped. “Get it off.”
Penny unhooked her bra and let it fall from her arms, then self-consciously peeled her knickers down her thighs and off over her shoes.
“That’s better,” he said.
Penny instinctively tried to cover herself as best she could, but Glenn wasn’t having it.
“Move your arms, in fact put your hands on your head so I can see your tits properly.”
Penny slowly lifted her arms and placed her hands on her head as instructed, while Glenn paced around her in a circle.
“I suppose I can’t blame him for wanting to fuck you, I mean you’re still very fuckable… even if you are old enough to be his mother.”
Penny started to say something but thought better of it, as Glenn moved around behind her.
“I don’t appreciate other men touching my property Penny, do you understand?”
“Yes Glenn,” she mumbled. “I didn’t…”
Glenn slapped her ass, hard.
“Ooooow!” cried Penny.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes Glenn,” she repeated, clearer this time.
He returned to her front and reached out his hand.
“I’m not an idiot Penny, I know I might have been neglecting you a little lately, but from now on I’m going to make sure I give you plenty of attention. Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” said Penny quietly, ashamed that she had been so foolish in the club.
“Is that really what this was all about?”
“Yes,” she said again. “I’m so sorry…”
“Sorry you got caught maybe,” he said as he squeezed her left breast, until his thumb and first finger met either side of her hardening nipple.
“I suppose I should give you some credit for not trying to deny it… but maybe the whole idea was for me to see?”
“No! I was drunk… he just came to talk to me and I was… flattered I suppose.”
Glenn reached down between her legs and ran his fingers through her pubic hair.
“Do you think he’d like this?” he asked. “All the girls his age shave, I think you should too.”
“But…”
“It’s not a request Penny, I want this pussy bald by tomorrow night or I will spank you so fucking hard…”
“Okay, I’ll shave it tomorrow, I promise,” she breathed.
“That’s better, you can put your arms down now, but keep them at your sides, don’t bother playing coy with me, okay?”
Penny nodded as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked them before returning them to between her legs. As he pushed inside her he was greeted by her already wet pussy and he smiled to himself.
“I like you like this, maybe you should dress this way around the house more often, then you wouldn’t be short of attention.”
Penny looked at him nervously and he smiled at her with his eyes.
“Slutty Penny, that’s what I’ll call you from now on.”
His fingers moved around inside her, stretching her pussy as she stifled a low groan.
“No it’s okay, you don’t have to pretend, I know you’re enjoying it… you’re a slut, of course you’re enjoying it.”
Penny dropped her head, her hair falling over her face and hiding her blushes, but Glenn lifted her chin and looked into her eyes.
“Don’t be ashamed, embrace it, in fact... I want you to crouch down right now and show me your pussy.”
Penny hesitated and looked away.
“Go on, crouch right down and spread your legs, show me that slutty wet cunt.”
Penny slowly crouched down and spread her legs as instructed, mortified but at the same time incredibly turned on.
“That’s it, now play with yourself. Go on, touch your pussy, make it feel good… pretend you’re putting on a show for your little toyboy.”
Penny’s lip trembled slightly as she reached down between her legs and found her clit, she closed her eyes as she started to rub.
“Now push your fingers inside, get them nice and wet, that’s it…”
Penny pushed two, then three fingers inside her sodden hole, coating them in her sticky, wet juices.
“Now suck them clean.”
Penny lifted her fingers up to her mouth and sucked each finger, savouring the flavour of her own pussy like a complete slut.
“Good girl, now that’s more like it. Your little toyboy would have popped his cork if he’d seen you doing that wouldn’t he?”
“I… I don’t know.” She murmured.
“Do it again, get them really wet this time.”
Penny repeated the action, drawing murmurs of approval from her watching husband.
“I should have done this a long time ago,” he said. “I realise that now. You need bringing to heel don’t you, otherwise this is what happens…”
“Yes Daddy,” she whispered breathlessly between mouthfuls of her fingers.
Glenn smiled and moved closer, then pushed his foot between her legs, rubbing the leather upper against her sopping wet twat.
“Such a dirty girl,” he taunted her as he rubbed her pussy with his shoe. “Rub yourself against it.”
Penny rubbed her slit against her husband’s outstretched foot, groaning in lust and complete humiliation.
“Now clean it,” he barked.
Penny bent forward and licked her juices off of the polished black leather, her face as red as beet.
“Right, come here,” he ordered sternly.
Penny lifted herself up and moved over to where her husband was standing. He pushed her down onto her knees and told her to unbutton his fly.
“Take it out and suck it,” he said. “Suck my hard cock until it cums in your pretty mouth.”
Penny took Glenn’s cock into her mouth and sucked it like it was the last time she’d ever suck a cock.
“Good girl,” praised Glenn as he ran his fingers through her long dark hair and wrapped it through his fist. “Keep going.”
Penny worked his prick hard and soon Glenn starting thrusting into her mouth in rhythm with her sucking, slowly going deeper and deeper until it was as deep as he could go.
“Yes, good little slut, take that fucking dick…”
Penny groaned low in her throat as she felt his cock grow a fraction harder and he started to pump his load straight down her throat.
“Yes,” he groaned. “Take that fucking cum, take all my hot cum down your slut-throat!”
Penny continued sucking until Glenn withdrew his spent cock from her greedy mouth. He took a couple of moments while he got his breath back and then grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back to her feet. He marched her over to the sofa and shoved her down onto her knees in front of it.
“Lean over the sofa,” he ordered, before turning and straddling her, facing the other way so that he was looking down at her ass. He reached down and grabbed her cheeks in his hands, pulling them apart and exposing her tight pink hole. He spat a gob of spittle between her cheeks and slid a finger between them, his finger sliding into her ass up to the first knuckle.
“No!” Begged Penny. “Please don’t…”
Glenn silenced her with a loud slap across her cheeks.
“Sluts don’t get to choose Penny, sluts do what they’re told.”
Penny dropped her head onto the seat cushion.
“I thought we already discussed this, but let me remind you. This….” he said grabbing her ass. “…is my property. What is it?”
“It’s your property…” Penny groaned into the cushion.
“This…” he said, dragging his fingers along her pussy lips. “And this…” he said, pressing a juice coated finger into her asshole. “Are also my property, do you understand?”
“Yes Glenn, please…”
“Be quiet!” he said as he slapped her ass again, twice on each cheek.
“Your tits and your mouth are mine as well slut, remember that.”
Penny groaned as he roughly fingered her cunt.
“Now, if you decide that one cock, my cock… isn’t enough for you in future, what are you going to do about it?”
Penny didn’t know how she was supposed to answer that.
“No? Well I’ll tell you… I know sluts like you can’t always get enough cock, so if you really want more for your slutty wet cunt and your dirty little cum-hungry mouth, you tell me and I’ll find you plenty of cocks to play with, okay?”
Glenn waited for a response and when none was forthcoming he slapped her ass hard and prompted her again.
“Okay?”
“Yes Daddy,” she said as a fresh flood of juices dripped through her pussy.
“I know plenty of guys whose wives aren’t putting out for them anymore and they’d be only too pleased to come around here and fuck the shit out of you. Hell, they’d probably pay me if I asked them to… Maybe you’d like that, maybe you like the idea of being a proper little whore for me?”
“No… Glenn, please, I don’t want….”
Penny felt the sting of her husband’s hand against her cheeks once more, cutting her off mid-sentence.
“I hear you Penny, but your cunt is dripping like a tap… so what am I supposed to believe?”
Glenn slapped her cheeks again, harder this time.
“Dirty sluts need to be punished, don’t they?”
“Yes Daddy,” moaned his wife into the cushions.
“Good, now we’re getting somewhere.”
Glenn went to town on her ass, slapping hard until her cheeks were red and burning and Penny was crying into the sofa cushion. His hand was stinging like crazy as well and he thought for a moment about sliding his belt out of its loops, but thought better of it… she’d clearly had enough already. He lifted off and turned around, unbuttoning his trousers as he knelt down behind her. His cock was hard again and he worked the tip between Penny’s sodden cunt lips.
“Beg for my cock,” he ordered.
“Please Daddy, please put it in me… please,” she pleaded.
Glenn grabbed her cheeks and spread them wide, stretching her asshole then working his thumb inside.
“No…” she wailed. “Please don’t…”
Glenn slammed his cock into her wet pussy in one hard stroke and Penny cried out as she felt her hole stretched wide.
“Feels good doesn’t it slut, feels good to have your old man’s cock inside your nasty little cunt.”
“Yes,” moaned Penny as she pushed back against his throbbing prick. “Please fuck me….”
“This is your last warning Penny, you pull this shit with me again and your ass is mine, do you understand.”
“Yes Daddy, I promise…”
Glenn grabbed her hips and started to fuck her hard, he’d never known her cunt so fucking wet, it was dripping down his thighs never mind hers.
“I want you to say it, so I know you understand. Tell me your ass is mine to fuck if you piss me off like this again.”
“I promise…”
“No, say it properly.”
“I promise… to let you take my ass… if I mess up again,” wailed Penny as her husband ploughed her hard.
“Come on slut, cum for Daddy… cum on Daddy’s thick cock.”
Penny arched her back as she felt her orgasm building, which only spurred him on to slam it into her harder.
“Cum on bitch, fucking cum for me now!”
“Yes,” she moaned. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming….”
Glenn reached under her and grabbed her left breast, squeezing it hard in his fist as she climaxed noisily on his hard, throbbing cock. As Penny slumped Glenn pulled his slippery cock out of her sodden hole and pressed the tip between her cheeks, working it in the groove of her ass.
“Remember, this is your last warning, I’m not putting up with your shit anymore. Now lick my cock clean…”
Penny rolled over breathlessly and Glenn straddled her, his glistening cock hanging inches from her face. He pressed it against her mouth and she licked her juices from every inch of his slippery length.
“And my balls,” he ordered. “They’re fucking soaked.”
Penny licked and sucked Glenn’s balls clean while he stroked his cock right over her face.
“Good girl, you look so pretty sucking on my balls... but I can make you prettier.”
Glenn jerked harder and faster, he wasn’t going to last much longer now.
“Open your slutty mouth, that’s it…”
Penny opened her mouth wide as Glenn’s hand became a blur.
“That’s it, stick your tongue out for Daddy’s hot cum.”
Penny pushed her tongue out as far as it would go, but Glenn had no intention of cumming in her mouth. He moved back slightly, holding back the flow as long as he could until finally he gave into it and ropes of cum exploded from his cock, splattering her face, neck and flying into her hair. As he finished cumming he shoved his angry, red meat into her mouth and milked the last drops onto her tongue.
“Now you look like a proper slut,” he said. “And don’t forget, I want that cunt shaved by tomorrow night.”
He reached down and slapped her across her tits a couple of times then pulled away and left her there, exhausted… drenched in sweat, cum and her own juices.

Monday, 12 June 2017

Foot Worship, Frustration, Disappointment and Excitement!

Last night, after our ‘Blue Hawaiians’, Mistress and I settled down to watch the highlights of the Canadian GP. We were both pretty tired after our late night on Saturday, but the GP was pretty good so I stayed up until just after midnight anyway. During the race Mistress had her legs across my lap and she must have been quite warm because she had taken her socks off.
So as I watched the race I massaged her gorgeous feet, trying not to get too distracted by her painted toenails and smooth as silk instep. Oh yes, I forgot to mention, y’know I said I’d been on a diet – well, the morning I finished Mistress gave me a little card to celebrate my hard work, and inside there was a voucher which said: ‘Next time I allow you to cum, this voucher allows you to choose where you cum, but only if it’s before the end of June’.
So after the race finished, I turned the TV off and by this time Mistress had moved off me anyway. So I lay on the floor and started kissing Mistress’s beautiful feet. These vouchers are always difficult, because I always want to cum on Mistress’s feet.. and I would have gladly used my voucher last night and cum all over her sexy, gorgeous feet.
But of course, I can’t because first I have to wait to be allowed to cum! And then there’s all those other places I would like to cum on Mistress’s sexy body. But right now, I’m going for her feet…. but who knows, when it comes to it. VERY. TOUGH. CALL!
I woke up feeling pretty crappy today, I’m still on the cold medicine and the Stepsils but Mistress and I were planning to go shopping (and I’m really glad we did because we had a great time and I scored some great bargains!). I was a bit late getting up really, and I had just cleaned my teeth and came out of the bathroom to find Mistress in front of me, undoing her blue jeans and peeling them down.
Well… for a few seconds I thought my luck was in. I thought Mistress was going to have me kneel down right there and worship her gorgeous ass before we left (I would have settled for kissing her ass cheeks even). But it turned out that she was just taking them off to put some black ones on instead. I should have known better, Mistress is nothing if not punctual and we were already ‘late’ leaving – well, late in the sense that we weren’t going to leave at the time we said, we were going shopping, we didn’t have an appointment…
Still, like I said the shopping was great. At one point I was standing in Phase Eight staring into the distance while I plotted further parts of ‘Colette’s Cuckolding Journey’ and a thought came to me. I think this story is perhaps the one I’ve been waiting for. For a while now I’ve been waiting for a story to come along that I can really get behind and push, one that I can make into a full length ‘book’, and so I’m extremely glad I haven’t already posted this to Literotica.
My plan now is to take the first part as inspiration, possibly combined with another Cuckold story that I have planned, and plan out the whole thing. Then, once I’ve written the whole thing I’m going to see if I can find a proper publisher for it. I should think my Literotica profile should help a bit there, but if not then my next option is to self publish or publish as an e-book through Amazon or something. And if all else fails, I guess I’ll post it to Literotica. But I’m sure I should be able to write something that somebody will want to back…
I’m quite excited about this now.

Friday, 9 June 2017

Potential Submissive: What Are Your Goals?

Potential submissive wrote: “If I may suggest, you could write something with a dense description of the feelings and sensations about long-period privation of orgasm and chastity. I don’t know. Sincerely, most of the time things I read about such subjects are simply predictable and boring. Your writing, on the other hand, makes much more stimulated. Less “common-sense” and more nuanced. Anyway, keep going! Loved it (and dedicated some time particularly reading your “orgasm tracker” section. Could you share with me what are your goal? What you intent to achieve?”
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One of my goals was for the ratio between Mistress R’s number of orgasms and mine to be 10:1, and that has been achieved now. I don’t think it’s necessary to keep increasing that, it’s more important that MR decides, and if that’s more or less it’s up to her.
Another goal was for Mistress to ruin orgasms, because if you are going to have long term chastity then you need to have ruined orgasms one way or another. Again, it took a long time, but Mistress has got her head around that now and seems to be on board with doing that too.
I think there’s a lot of shit written on the internet about chastity and the effects of it. I’ve only gone 72 days, so I can’t speak for those who have gone much longer, but I certainly didn’t feel like I was walking around with a permanent ache. But then again you have to remember I am 47 years old, I can’t imagine what it would have been like to go 72 days when I was 25.
I find the effects are VERY noticeable when aroused, but otherwise are reasonably subdued. Sure I might wake up with some massive wood when I’ve been denied a while, but it’s nothing that can’t be coped with. On the other hand, being edged when you haven’t cum for several weeks/months is a lot more intense, although perhaps more mentally than physically.
I found there was stages to this that once you go through them you change your feelings about them. At first when I was only being denied for 10 days or so, I wanted it to go longer and was ‘disappointed’ when I was allowed to cum. Once this got to a certain point, I think you start to change your mind and want to cum, while at the same time wanting to set new ‘records’.
I must admit I now don’t really care about records and I don’t feel that I need to beat my record. It’s more important that Mistress R controls my orgasms and decides when I get to cum, and really I think once you get to this stage it’s better, because it’s more fun if you ‘want’ to cum, than if you don’t.
I think a lot of my goals have shifted onto different areas now, such as the ‘ass worship’ thing. I want Mistress to always feel desired and sexy and to know that she could demand any kind of ‘worship’ at a moment’s notice without fear of rejection.
And while it is a little incompatible with the whole chastity side of our relationship, I do love it when Mistress allows me to cum and makes me lick it up. When I am not allowed to cum for a long time I really start to crave that, at least now with the ruined orgasms that’s not quite such a problem.

Wednesday, 7 June 2017

Just to be Clear it was Definitely Ruined!

Mistress caught up with my posts today (I don’t know how many she had to catch up on?) and said she didn’t think I made it clear enough that my orgasm yesterday was ruined. So, just to be clear, it most definitely was! There was zero ambiguity, her fingers were well off my cock before I started to ‘cum’… it was absolutely, positively and perfectly ruined.
I love that Mistress is getting used to ruining me, it took a long time for her to be comfortable with doing it (a lot longer than it took her to get used to slapping my balls I notice…. hahaha) but now she seems fine with it, which is great and of course means that longer periods of chastity are more likely to occur more often.
I really love that Mistress is allowing me to worship her gorgeous ass more often as well, and while nothing has happened yet, we have discussed the possibility of making it something that doesn’t just happen during ‘sex’, but also something which can happen at any time, whenever Mistress feels like it. This is a long held fantasy of mine and I am really hoping for (and looking forward to) this becoming as normal as foot worship, although I doubt it will happen as often.
Hopefully it will gather momentum like the ball slapping and the ruined orgasms, I can’t wait for the day Mistress calls on me to show my devotion and then when she’s been sufficiently worshipped, stops me and tells me to go about my business. HOT! :
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By the way, I know I said my story was going to be posted on Tuesday… and it’s now Wednesday. It is essentially finished, but I need to read it through again before I post it, so please bear with me, I will try and get it finished tomorrow or Friday at the latest.

Tuesday, 6 June 2017

An Unexpected Treat!

What with the hot weather last week and then Mistress having being out of action over the weekend, tonight was the first time we got to have some ‘quality time’ since the end of May. I was really excited to worship Mistress’s gorgeous pussy again and after she had cum she got me hard and started teasing me.
I was really happy when Mistress got up and stood over me while she stroked, teasing me with her ass. I love worshipping Mistress’s ass, and I’m so happy that she really seems to be taking this and running with it now, that and the ball slapping and the ruined orgasms – yes! ðŸ™‚ ðŸ™‚ ðŸ™‚
Mistress had me beg to lick her ass and then allowed me to while she continued beating my cock, after a couple of opportunities she moved off and continued stroking me hard. Then she moved back over me and asked if I wanted one more chance to lick her ass.
It was at this point that I felt like I was getting awfully close to the edge, and just as she started to sink down onto my face I had to tell her I was close. Mistress continued to stroke my cock while I started licking her asshole. I tried to fight it, but as Mistress lifted off I had to warn her a second time, though by this time it was going to happen anyway.
Mistress finally let go of my cock and thankfully, a couple of seconds passed before I started to leak, which just gave Mistress time to grant me permission to cum. So I avoided cumming without permission, phew!
Mistress used her fingers to pick up what seemed like a HUGE glob of cum and fed it to me, and then went back for seconds.

A Simple Question.

So as I mentioned in my last post, one of my new readers sent me an email telling me how much he liked my blog (thanks T-Hound) and also posed a question which is slightly off the beaten track, if not entirely unconnected to the nature of this blog.
So, here goes nothing.
Question: Who is your favourite porn star?
Well, there’s a simple question, which demands a slightly complicated and a no doubt unnecessarily long answer…
The thing is, there’s isn’t really one porn star that I ‘follow‘ (to use that disturbingly modern term), indeed I really don’t watch porn that much (well only for inspiration and education purposes you understand – hahaha) and I certainly don’t watch the usual ‘Jules Jordan’ type of stuff. For a start I really don’t find fake tits attractive, and team that with day-glo pink fishnet, baby oil and platform shoes – well, it’s nothing short of an accident waiting to happen isn’t it?
Obviously, given my predilections, I’d much rather watch something where the woman was ‘in charge’ shall we say, and that narrows the market substantially. Although having said that, to be fair, I’m an equal opportunities fetishist, and I can still find worth in watching BOBBI STARR BEING FACE FUCKED IN A BATHROOM by Nacho Vidal (man that dude is ugly)… but it’s the exception rather than the rule.
And of course there is a fair amount of ‘Cuckold’ porn out there (of varying quality), this VIDEO starring Samantha Sin is one of the best I’ve seen, although it’s best watched with the sound off (like a lot of porn really) because her voice is fucking annoying!
But I wouldn’t say I particularly like Samantha Sin, the main attraction for me is the cream pie eating element and the ending when the ‘husband’ cums on her feet and licks them clean, and also her demeanour towards the ‘husband’ – which goes a long way to making or breaking a cuckold video for me.
As an aside, why can’t porn makers find some guys to make these films who aren’t either twenty years older than their supposed ‘wives’, or weedy looking and depressingly unattractive? I get that it feeds the narrative, but I have to say they are maybe over egging the pudding slightly.
Anyway, videos likely to make it into my ‘Hall of Fame’ (actually I am going to re-arrange the videos soon, because listing them by year hasn’t worked out as well as I hoped – and I am strongly considering a ‘Hall of Fame’ so that visitors can find the best videos without having to wade through several hundred links) are most likely to be ones of a Femdom nature, be that BDSM, CBT, ruined orgasms or whatever.
One of the first ‘porn stars’ I came across who made those kinds of videos was the ‘Barefoot Princess’, (I forget her actual name, I think it’s Melanie…) a lady with an unusual ‘Gothic’ look who has made a fair number of videos with her tattooed ‘boyfriend’ which usually involve some kind of CBT (VIDEO). Part of me really wants one of those perspex things…
I guess I should give a mention to Ashley Fires, if only for this VIDEO. She’s definitely one of the better looking porn stars out there, and of course there’s Mistress T who is unusual in that she looks relatively mature, but is undoubtedly hot as hell. Who doesn’t love a woman who knees her guy in the balls as he’s cumming. WOW!
Go on then – it’s HERE.
So, I think it’s safe to say that we’ve established that for me really it’s not so much the porn-star that makes a video great, but rather the scenario and the execution. True the ‘star’ makes a difference, but maybe not as much as you might imagine.
Having said that, ‘MEGAN‘ from Russian Mistresses is awesome because she’s such a convincing ‘bitch’ (I don’t even mind her foot tattoo and I usually hate them), but if you really put a gun to my head I’d have to give it to Bobbi Starr. If only because she’s the perfect all rounder, CUCKOLDRESSDOMINATRIXANAL QUEEN or SOLO. She’s kind of like the Jamie Lee Curtis of porn, only dirtier.
So there you go. Enjoy the videos… if you haven’t already. ðŸ™‚