Scary Saturday

So my wife and I were out to dinner a month or so ago with a couple we’ve known for a few years. But it had slipped my mind, until he walked into the restaurant, that I had given the man a blow job some time ago at a party.

So here I am, at dinner, with this man sitting across the table, his wife next to him, and my wife next to me.

I should probably also mention that my wife was the one to told me to suck him off at that party.

A few weeks later we go out dancing with them. It’s a bit awkward for us, as two women, to dance in this vanilla establishment. Our heterosexual friends didn’t get the stares that we did, especially during that one slow dance. Ah well, screw the gawkers.

Partway through our dancing, my wife tells me to invite them both to our place in a few weeks. I’m instructed to let him know that my “nibbies” (her pet name for my breasts) need some of his TLC. I’m in shock, but I do as I’m told. He graciously accepts the invitation.

You need to know that he is one of the top-notch whip masters in our local BSDM community. In other words, my wife’s plan is for him to use his whips on my breasts.

So that was supposed to happen today. But unfortunately he got ill and cancelled our plans and others. Annetta said she will reschedule.

I was already nervous, and now I have to wait even longer. Understand that being whipped isn’t the only thing on their agenda. He and my wife have been discussing what will happen at our little private party for quite a while. All she’s told me so far is that I will also be serving them throughout the party.

Last night she picked out my outfit – a black, lacy number that really flatters my figure – it’s hot! A demure black leather collar, and locking high-heel patent leather boots will complete the scene. Oh, and I’m supposed to be sure to have all our gags handy, as we don’t want to bother the neighbors regardless of what happens.

All the rest will be a surprise – for me anyway.

So in this you can probably see that our relationship is still very much intact and going extremely well. We love each other very much. And I trust her completely, enough to let her turn my body over to a friend for him to use as he sees fit.

My wife also told him about my rape fantasies (which I do indeed have). Then she told me “But since you don’t have a vagina yet, that will have to wait until later”. I know non-consensual rape is a very bad thing. But I’ll speak only for myself and say that I’ve had fantasies about being raped, as a woman, all my life. YMMV.

My wife loves to tease me, and humiliate me, including with other people. Being her devoted submissive and spouse, that is just fine with me. It’s one of the many ways I can show her how much I love her (and her dominance).

 

Boundgasm

My spouse, Mistress, and keyholder took me to a kinky party yesterday, but left me in chastity. However, I was luckier than another guy we saw there.

It’s been over 5 weeks since my last orgasm, and 23 days of continuous lock-up in my JailBird + PA-lock. Last night, though, I watched a poor guy get teased to an unbelievable degree — and he’s been denied orgasms for 57 days.

His owner had bound him (naked of course) to a suspended leather sling with plastic wrap in the dungeon at this party. She then proceeded to sexually tease him for a solid hour, stroking his cock and stopping before he could orgasm. A small audience watched.

If he got too close, she would give him some “distracting pain” to “help” him avoid an orgasm. Things like slapping the head of his cock really hard with her hand, or grabbing his balls and squeezing them hard. He got close to cumming time after time after time. But he never spurted.

I’m not sure what their agreement was, but he was begging not to orgasm. In the end he got his wish, but not before what seemed like an unbearable amount of substantial penile stimulation. His owner knew how to get him off, her hand-job technique was clearly effective. He was hard the whole time, and making the most interesting noises throughout.

His scene was still going on when Mistress decided it was time for me to submit to her and our friend. She took out our lightest leather bondage hood and secured it tightly around my head. It has a snap-on blindfold and a snap-in gag, which she left out initially.

She led me over to a bondage table, with webbing for dozens of straps to bind the limbs and torso. I’d been on it before, and knew what to do. I removed my clothes and got in position to be tied down.

Mistress kept it simple, using just 5 of the thick nylon straps to secure my wrists, ankles, and waist. Our friend joined us, and I was then blindfolded and gagged. They wasted no time and started tickling me mercilessly. I recognized the voice of the owner of the other chaste male who was tickling my feet and really enjoying watching me thrash and squirm and (try to) yell. Mistress and our friend were at my sides tickling my ribs. I felt completely out of control as my body tried uselessly to move away from the excessive stimulation. They all seemed to have a great time.

Eventually they stopped, and Mistress directed our friend to help calm me down with “smoothing” hand motions on my skin. My breathing slowed, and I settled down.

Then I felt her start stimulating my nipples. Mistress whispered to me that she wanted me to orgasm in front of everyone in our new special way. I nodded to let her know I understood and would try. At this point we’ve only done it a few times, and I wasn’t sure I could do it there in the dungeon. But, wanting to please her, I was going to try.

The nipple stimulation continued, and I continued my deep breathing, focusing not on my cock but on the growing sense of sexuality throughout my body. My cock doesn’t get very hard during these experiences — it’s not a penis-based orgasm. I felt the sensual energy building inside of me.

Then she was biting me. Mistress’ teeth dug into the flesh of my chest as her fingers continued their very arousing motions on my nipples. Then our friend began biting me on the other side, and licking my nipple as she sucked my breast skin into her mouth. The pain mixes with the pleasure for me, taking me deeper and farther.

I heard Mistress ask me if I needed more, and I nodded. The two of them continued stimulating me and biting, until finally I went over the edge. My body shuddered and I felt flushed. I strained against my bonds as I tried to arch my back and spread my legs as the orgasm spread through me. They continued stimulating me and pushing me on, until I went limp. Mistress reminded me to continue breathing as I recovered.

I wasn’t sure what to expect at the party, but it was a very nice scene. Mistress seems very interested in exploring this alternate way of pleasure for me, and she continues to show no interest in my cock. I think it’s her way of encouraging my new female sexuality to emerge.

A number of people seemed surprised when I got undressed before the scene. But I wasn’t sure if that’s because they didn’t realize I was a guy (I was wearing a new hot dress for the party), or if they hadn’t seen a stainless steel chastity cage like mine before. Either way, I was fully on display for quite a while. Being blindfolded, I have no idea who was watching during our scene.

A short while later I was dressed again, fetching Mistress some food and then massaging her feet as she chatted with others. A little while later we were back in the dungeon watching several other scenes, while I was Mistress’ footstool. It was a wonderful evening.

Bound and Beaten

The things I suspected my post yesterday came to pass last night. I came up to bed and my spouse/Mistress had our leather paddle quite obviously placed in the middle of the bed.

She had me lay face-down on the bed with my bare ass conveniently placed for her. As she watched TV she spanked me for about 1/2 hour. She interrogated me about recent behaviors that she didn’t like, and why I was acting like that. I gave her my answers, but in the end it came down to having been unlocked.

When she was done and my ass was red and sore, she applied the hot/cold cream as she does after my spankings, which burned more. Then she had me lock tiny (her name for my cock) back up in our cage.

She plans to visit relatives overnight later this week. They live 2 hours away, and she told me she plans to take the emergency safe keys with her. I suspect she may leave them there, far out of my reach (and likely locked in their gun safe from now on). Our bio-safe has been opening consistently well with my wife’s fingerprint, so not having the keys in our house would increase security. Mostly I think she just doesn’t want me hunting for them while she’s away.

I had gotten spoiled over the last week or so being unlocked. Using a urinal feels like a luxury that’s been taken away. And I’m back to wearing feminine pads in my panties to catch the drips after peeing.

This week I outed myself as a transsexual to 7 more people.  Four were folks in our kink community, two were friends, and one was a GLBT attorney that we’ve come to know. And this past week I had two hair removal treatments, one for my face and one for an arm. 5 weeks until my next treatments.

I’m hoping to move forward in May with getting on hormones. I’m anxious to see how quickly things might change. Then it’s time to start thinking seriously about when I will go full-time. That’s called the RLE (Real Life Experience), a time of living 24×7 as the new gender. That would require me “transitioning” at work, which involves some conversations with them about all this. Lots of details to deal with there. Some risk I could lose my job. I hope not.

Chastity leaves me so bulky between my legs. I have trouble looking female between my legs, and that’s frustrating. I am looking forward to the day when I don’t have male genitals anymore.

Mistress has informed me that she is horny and that I’m to orally service her tonight. She said she wishes she could strap my head between her thighs and keep me there all night, and piss on my head whenever she wanted. I told her I would do that for her. Time to go be her slave, which makes us both happy.

Screwups

I blew my change to be released from chastity for an orgasm yesterday. Dumb, dumb, dumb.

Saturday morning we woke up and were laying in bed chatting. My wife/Mistress/keyholder told me she’d like to unlock me to ensure that tiny (her name for my cock) “gets a good bath”. By this she means a good (usually harsh) scrubbing.

The prior evening we had watched Margaret Cho’s “Beautiful” comedy stand-up performance (excerpt here).  Margaret is awesome, we love her (but Cho newbies may want to check out her previous tours first). Anyway, part of her act was going off about stinky dick. So I jumped to the conclusion that my wife was concerned about that with me. Certainly that was true with the CB-3000, but I can keep the JailBird nice and clean. In addition, putting the PA lock back on is a bit of a hassle.

So, keeping my defensiveness in check, I commented back to my wife that I am very able to keep it clean, and that “a bath for tiny” really isn’t necessary. She dropped it for a short while, then brought it up again. And again I said we didn’t need to do that. You can probably guess what she said next. I didn’t see it coming – go ahead, call me an idiot.

“Well, I was going to release you today and let you have an orgasm. My plan was to get into the shower with you and let you soap up my naked body. Then I was going to wash tiny until he squirted. But twice now you argued with me about unlocking you, so you can just forget about it now.”

Fuck!  Fuck, fuck, fuck. I didn’t say that, but I thought it really loud. What a dunce.

And that was that. It’s Sunday afternoon now, and she’s not said another word about it. But that wasn’t my only screwup that day. Oh no.

In my last post I mentioned that I wanted to offer my newly hairless body to Mistress this weekend in a special way. She approved a “surprise” scene for Saturday afternoon. When the time came, I gave her a note and asked her to give me 1/2 hour to get set up, then she could come up to the bedroom.

The note outlined that I would be tied to the bed and gagged, naked (but in chastity of course). My cage would be covered to hide my useless genitals, but in a way she could rub herself on it for her pleasure if she wanted to. The rest of my body was slick with massage oil, and the note suggested she could feel free to arouse herself by rubbing her body on mine. I thought she’d enjoy a bondage/lesbian/sensually erotic scene.

Wrong.

She came into the bedroom as I was finishing up with the wrist cuffs. She said “Here, let me help” and she tightened them both and locked them to the corner bed restraints. Her enthusiasm at securing me surprised me. My ankles were already tied out. I had a ball gag in and she tightened the blindfold. “Comfy?” she asked rhetorically. I nodded. Then she left, going downstairs to her office for what I estimated was about 1/2 hour.

At this point I had no idea what was going on. I laid there bound, gagged and naked, unable to do anything but await her return. Part of me wondered if this was a way for her to reinforce the objectification – leaving me as a toy to be used if and when she wanted. Another part of me was worried that I had messed up.

When she eventually returned, I got my answer. “So, according to your note, you had a particular scene in mind, right?” I nodded weakly, concerned about where this was headed. “Well, what if I’m not interested in that? And by the way: I’m not. So let’s review your note.” She read the note to me, word for word. “It’s good you put the part in about me doing whatever I want to you, because that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

With that she sat on the bed next to me. The next 10 minutes were torture, consisting of her flicking my nipples painfully and tickling me relentlessly. I was yelling and begging for her to stop, thrashing around in my 4-point restraint. After that she took our leather paddle and reddened the inside of my thighs. Then some more tickling and belly-button stimulation which I also greatly dislike.

She tortured me as I yelled and thrashed, and I heard her laughing. Yes, she was really, truly enjoying the hell out of this. I was in tears from the torment. She said “You know I’m a sadist, right?” I nodded, as we both know that’s one of the reasons I wanted to marry her. She continued this torture for a little while longer.

But I wasn’t prepared for the next part. Behind the blindfold my eyes went wide as she asked “Where are my needles?” OMG. Just after New Years I gave her a present: scores of new hypodermic and acupuncture needles, along with alcohol wipes (this post). Through the ball gag I directed her to a dresser drawer. I could tell from her voice that she was serious.

I felt her rub a wipe on some skin on my leg, and then heard her opening one of the needle packages. “I haven’t had a chance to use these yet. And you said I can do what I want, didn’t you?” All I could do was whimper, torn between not wanting to be her pin cushion and wanting so much to sincerely please her.

“Stay still, don’t move,” she said. I felt her pinch the skin on my leg. I braced myself. I really hate needles, and she knows this. I felt the needle enter my skin as she pushed it through, and I bit hard into the rubber gag as I screamed. “That’s one,” she said, “I think we’ll start with five.” My whimpering protests were unintelligible through the gag.

I bit down hard as she swabbed, pinched and poked me four more times. Then she sat back and caressed around the areas. “Don’t thrash around now, we don’t want one of those needles poking into your testicles now, do we?” In my mind I saw a needle dangerously close to my tight scrotum poking through my chastity cage. Must … be …. still.

Seeing my blindfold had slipped, she adjusted it back into position and said “Keep this in place. If it moves again, that will be five more needles.” Ok, I think I can do that.

“Now I’m horny,” she said, and she climbed on top of me, still fully clothed. “Do not move around, I don’t want any of those needles poking me. Understand?” I nodded, truly scared for me and for her. She ground her crotch against my chest and worked herself up to an orgasm. In doing so, her chest was in my face and it moved the blindfold.

As she carefully got off of me, she noticed the blindfold was out of place again. “What did I tell you?! That means five more needles.” I whimpered and whined and begged. “Do you want more than five?” That shut me up, briefly anyway.

I felt more alcohol swabbing, followed by more skin pinching and poking. My teeth dug into the gag each time as I screamed during and cried afterwards. After the last one she laid down next to me and caressed my face, feeling my tears. I panted and calmed down, feeling very loved by her attention and grateful that the torture seemed over.

“Would you like to see?” she asked? “I’ll release one hand and you can get the rest.” She did so, and soon I sat up and removed the blindfold. I expected to see ten needles still in me. But there were none. There was just one place where two little blood spots indicated where one needle had been. Nine of the “needles” were mindfucks. I cried.

I unfastened my ankles and she covered me with a soft throw. We cuddled together, and I sobbed with my head on her chest and in her arms. I really am needlephobic, and this was an intense scene for me. Her aftercare was perfect, and eventually I settled down. We talked and processed things, we both learned some things about the other, and our intimacy deepened once again.

Overall it was an incredible scene. But she made clear that she wants to be in charge of them. Me defining the scene was not a good move on my part. I thought I was offering something new to her, but I see her point now and my error. In my quest to make her happy, I can do better.

Twice yesterday she sent me out crossdressed for errands. One to pick up dinner, and later to pick up a DVD. Today she send me out grocery shopping for ingredients for a new recipe she wanted to try. And yesterday as usual I was in my housekeeping dress for several hours cleaning floors, vacuuming, doing dishes, and other chores at home.

We have a local kink/BDSM party coming up in 2 weeks. Last time she put me and my newly received Prince Albert piercing on display (prior post here). I’m wondering if she will keep me chaste until then. That would be a full month. I’ve daydreamed about being milked at the party. I fully expect to be displayed again so people can see my cage and PA-lock.

But after this weekend I’ve learned my lesson about suggesting scenes or activities. The moral of this story? Mistress is in charge.

Punished

My wife, Mistress, and keyholder punished me yesterday for not following through on something I told her I would do. I failed to mail a letter for her. It sounds trivial, but I had explained to her how easy it would be for me to take care of it for her. Then I forgot.

I guess this is just a way for her to start enforcing the expectations she has for me. In fact, I’ve created a new page called Her Rules which will evolve as she clarifies the behaviors that she desires consistently from me.

When I got home from work yesterday she made clear that she would be punishing me. After dinner she told me to let her know when I had finished cleaning up and doing the dishes. It was clear to me then that she wasn’t going to waste any time getting to it.

Upstairs she had me strip and put myself in our 4-point restraints on the bed, face-down. She tightened the last one herself, making me helpless before her. She proceeded to beat my ass for about 30 minutes using first a belt, then a leather paddle, a cane, and other implements. During this she quizzed me about what I did wrong, how that must have made her feel, and what I will be doing differently.

Once she was satisfied with the redness of my butt, she surprised me with something new. She applied some of that muscle ointment that heats up, right on my stinging ass. It took a while for it to work, so while she was waiting she poured some isopropyl alcohol on it as well. The alcohol really stung, and then my whole ass got really hot. I was thrashing around, straining my bonds and yelping. She seemed quite amused, and left me to suffer for a while.

A short while later I was laying next to her. I was still naked, she was still fully clothed. She took the opportunity to play with my nipples. She had no mercy as she tortured me for another 20 minutes. Those little erogenous zones drive me into a sexual frenzy. I was straining so hard against my cage, trying to get erect. She laughed at my futile attempts to get any genital stimulation, as I pumped my hips into the air. I can’t help my carnal reaction. It’s humiliating, and she loves it.

She said it made her wet, and that her pussy was warm and moist. She teased me that she was thinking about letting me fuck her, but after my behavior, there was no way. I’m quite sure she has no intention of letting tiny (her name for my cock) inside her anytime soon. But she loves to torture me with the fantasy. Just thinking about being inside her makes me strain my cage. I was exhaused after all the torment of the evening.

The previous night she used my hand to give herself two orgasms before bed. We were spooning, and the bits of my cock that were squeezing between the bars of my cage could just barely feel her soft behind. She pulled my wrist between her thighs, and without being told, my fingers found her clit. She brought herself to the first orgasm by grinding against me as I laid still beside her.

Then she reached between her legs and felt my forearm. “Oh, that reminds me of how thick my black lover’s cock is. He is soooo big – nine inches! Last time he laid behind me, just like you are. Except his incredible cock was inside me. I had four orgasms, and they were wonderful. He came three times, and each time I could feel his hot spray inside me. It felt so good.” Moments later she had a second orgasm. Then she went to sleep.

Today she surprised me with an email proposing that we attend an upcoming athletic event. She wrote “I was thinking I could perhaps meet a mandingo man” there, meaning a black lover. I honestly don’t know if she’s teasing or not. I suggested to her that she could try CraigsList, maybe searching for “cuckold”. A few weeks ago I saw two local ads. Today there were over 1/2 dozen, including one experienced black bull.

It feels a little insane for me to be encouraging, and even suggesting, ways for my wife to find other men to fuck. I still don’t know how it will affect me if that happens. But I do know that I feel very sad that my chastity denies her the intercourse we used to have together. I want so much for her to be happy and satisfied, including being sexually fulfilled. Even if that means another man’s cock is inside her.

I’ve also created a new page called My Stats. I won’t be impressing anyone with my chastity duration anytime soon. But I want to be tracking it. I plan to also track a few other significant things, like: intercourse denial, my last orgasm, milkings (eventually), and number other orgasms since I’ve been locked up. I’m open to other suggestions.

One last note for today: I think I may have discovered someone where I work who is also in chastity. I may be wrong, but I think he also has to sit to pee – why else would that be? I’m going to continue to observe and see if I ever see him at the urinal. What are the odds that another guy who works on my floor is locked up?

I feel more humiliated each day as I walk past real men who can pee standing, on my way to sit in a stall instead. Sitting there dribbling past the PA-lock and cage, I sound like a girl using the toilet. Looking down I see my satin and lace panties, with a pantyliner (for drips). Many times a day this routine reinforces what I have become: a chastised sissy.

As a bonus for today, here is a link to another story I enjoyed recently on Altarboy’s chastity site: Letter from Shana.

Equinetration

I spent much of the weekend in my housekeeping dress. The new white women’s work shoes that my wife bought for me are actually quite comfortable. And she thinks they go very well with my dress. She wants to get some type of semi-formal maids hat for me to complete the servant look she desires. I also wore my corset for many hours both days. It cinches my waist by several inches.

I was doing dishes in the kitchen in the afternoon, and the two of us were goofing around. I stuck my butt out at her at one point, and she dared me to do it again. So I did. Bad idea. She grabbed a spatula from the drawer, pulled up the back of my dress, and started seriously paddling my ass. At first I was laughing, but she kept going and eventually I was begging her to stop. She got her apology, and I got a sore bottom for my actions.

(A quick aside: we had company over for dinner on Sunday. My wife pointed out to me beforehand: “Oh, this will be special, you get to eat off a real plate with a fork tonight!”. As mentioned previously, she makes me eat all my meals from a special dog-dish like bowl, and only with a spoon that she dislikes. Unless we have vanilla company over.)

Later we had a bit of shopping to do, and she let me wear some things under my “boy clothes”. I kept my tights, corset, bra, and breast forms on under my men’s sweater and jeans. With my winter coat she felt I was plenty presentable and that “probably no one would notice”. Even if they did, she said they’d just assume they were “man boobs”, which made her laugh. Shopping went fine.

At bedtime my wife announced that I needed some “equestrian training”, which is a euphemism for a ride on her “pony”. I went up to our bedroom and prepared.

I retrieved the “saddle” she had me construct some weeks ago and installed it. The result was a thick, black, very textured, cock-shaped dildo protruding up from the seat of her horseback-ride simulation exercise machine. By the time she arrived, the “pony’s cock” was lubed and I was naked.

She told me to “mount up”. I got into position and gingerly lowered myself, groaning as the dildo stretched my anus and pushed deep into me. My wife, meanwhile, was disrobing. She removed a pad from her panties and rubbed it under my nose. “I’ve been wearing these all day, just waiting to do this.” She had me hold it in my mouth so I would continue to smell her juices, which really turns me on.

Then she got onto our bed and, facing me, spread her legs wide. “Are you ready for some riding practice?” she asked. I meekly responded past her pad which I was still holding between my teeth: “Yes, Mistress.” She told me to go ahead then, and I turned it on the slowest speed. The seat started gyrating, and her pony began to slowly fuck me. Meanwhile she started playing with her pussy about 6 feet away from me.

At first tiny (her name for my cock) was hard, and I was really aroused to see her put on a pussy show for me while smelling her. She had me increase the intensity, spending some time on the two medium settings, then eventually the fast setting. The anal pounding her pony was giving me felt unusually intense tonight — too intense to stay arousing.

Tiny didn’t stay hard, so she came over and tried to help by stimulating my nipples. Even that didn’t help, and tiny was limp and flopping around as the seat bucked underneath me. She held my soft cock in her hand. “What’s wrong with tiny?” she asked rhetorically. “It’s so sad, pitiful really. Look at how small and soft it is. Certainly not capable of pleasure anyone. Good only for being locked up, right?”. I gasped “Yes, Ma’am” as the pony continued reaming me.

It wasn’t long before she ended my training and had me clean up. I realized later that I had used some different lube, and probably not enough, which may have contributed to the discomfort. I was also tired. But it did make me wonder if I might really be losing some ability to stay erect. I wondered if maybe I was mind- fucking myself into impotence by worrying about becoming impotent.

I shared with her later about the lube issue, and she suggested maybe we should try using Ben Gay instead. I begged her not to – I’m just a little terrified about how that would feel.

PA lock

PA lock

Here’s some exciting news! I finally was able to place the order for the PA lock (shown here).  It’s coming from Germany, so it may arrive a week or so after the JailBird (which is due to arrive any day now!).

I also ordered an emergency key box. They’re not that easy to find, so I’ve added two KeySure suppliers to my Chastity Vendors links. This is a plastic box that snap-locks together and cannot be opened without breaking it. They are inexpensive and perfect for chastity keys that are only to be used only case of an actual (non-sexual) emergency.

My wife has a meeting away from home for an hour tonight. She’s mentioned several times leaving me tied up on our bed while she is out, and getting someone to come over and “babysit” me. Turns out she wasn’t able to find anyone for tonight, and she’s not comfortable leaving me unattended and in inescapable bondage. I guess I do appreciate that concern… (sigh)

However, she has recently made contact with another dominant woman online, and has set up a meeting with her so we can all talk and get to know each other. If there seems to be a reasonable fit, my wife said she might invite her over to double-team me, or maybe even use her to “babysit” me when she’s out. Ok, this part is not a mind-fuck, I know she’s serious about this possibility.

Have I mentioned that my wife is bisexual?

Limpness

My wife offered me an orgasm yesterday if I would take care of something related to her work. I did so, and was granted relief (standing in my office, crossdressed, while she hit and squeezed my balls with her hands and a ruler). That makes two orgasms for me in three days, much much more than usual. But this backfired on me.

Throughout the day yesterday she mentioned trying out the new bed restraints I installed a week or so ago. We had eye-bolts and chains on our previous bed, which I loved due to the heavy bondage aspect. I found the sounds of thick chains while being tightly bound is really erotic. But to her they were a big hassle.

Our new arrangement uses short nylon straps that are affixed just under the bedframe. Out of sight normally, but super easy to utilize and then put away. We also have lightly-padded velcro cuffs that are easy to put on, yet secure enough that I cannot escape from them. White rope (her favorite) between the cuffs and straps means they are very easy to adjust, and one quick knot secures each limb.

In preparation last night I wore something different for her. Three leather items – a body harness, my locking collar, and a head harness. Tiny (her name for my cock) hung free with his PA ring and jingling bell. I started a fire in the fireplace, and we played a game for a while. I let her cheat (was I going to call her on it? no way!) and she wildly won, of course. It wasn’t long before she wanted to go upstairs to the bedroom.

Right away she wanted me naked on the bed, on my back. And she wasted no time putting my ankles and wrists in the cuffs, then tying all four off. Bondage is usually a great turn-on for me, but for some reason tiny wasn’t responding. So she tortured me with tickling for a while. I don’t care for tickling, which she knows, and it turns her on to see me helpless about it. Tiny still wasn’t very hard. Even some nipple stimulation only got tiny half-hard. She was disappointed.

She said “I’ll be back shortly, and tiny better by hard by then.” She covered me with a throw for warmth, and left the room for a while. I tried thinking of some of my favorite fantasies, but I didn’t have much luck. When she returned, she pulled back the throw and was clear about her continuing disappointment. “Look at tiny. What a joke! That is just so lame. Here I am wanting a hard cock, and you’re laying there in bondage with that useless, limp thing between your legs. What the hell?”.

I apologized, and told her I was trying, but I didn’t know what was wrong. She admonished me “Oh we both know what’s wrong. You have a cock that isn’t good for anything. Except maybe chastity. I think you’ve cum too many times lately. That’s it, I’m sure. Six or seven months of chastity should help fix that issue. When will the cage be here?” she asked. “One or two weeks, I think, Ma’am,” I answered. “Good, but not soon enough. I want tiny hard when I get back, got that?” I meekly answered “Yes, Ma’am,” not sure if I could deliver. She left and I heard her go into her office, probably to entertain herself on her computer.

And it turns out I couldn’t deliver. She returned, peeked under the throw again, and let out a big sigh. “Unbelievable. I’m horny, and here’s my sissy, wimpy husband all tied up in the bondage he loves, yet his dick is shriveled up. You’re impotent, you know that? I’m going to have to find myself a man with a real cock who can get hard and fuck me. I want a real, solid cock inside me. It sucks that your inadequate thing just lays there, just so, so sad.” I said “I’m so sorry, Mistress, I don’t know what the problem is.”

She continued. “Oh, the problem is clear. You are impotent. Useless as a lover. I found this 39 year old stud on-line, and he has a beautiful cock. Maybe I need to get him over here to satisfy me. He’s white, but that’s ok because his cock is fabulous, and it would feel sooo good inside me right now. I think that’s what it’s going to take to solve this problem. I need a lover who can deliver. Isn’t that right?” I could only agree, “Yes, Mistress, you do deserve that.”

Released from bondage, I had hoped she was horny enough to want satisfaction another way. Maybe I would get to lick her pussy, or she would use my hand or face or whatever for her pleasure. But no. Apparently my disappointment put a damper on her sex drive for the evening. I suggested that tiny might perform better in the morning. But the next morning she had no interest in trying again.

So, in reality, I am feeling ashamed today. My best guess is that the leather outfit had me somewhat horny for over an hour, and I had used up all my hormones for having an erection for a while. And emotionally I do feel bad about disappointing her. I suspect she is just teasing about having sex with another man, since she was clear the other day about not having real-life interests there. But part of me does wonder. The details she had about that guy on-line leave me unsure about whether she really is uninterested in cuckolding, or if that might just be a deeper mind-fuck so as to really surprise the hell out of me someday. How would she know his age if she wasn’t really looking?

Salt and Peppa

Salt and Peppa

One last note. A gift we recently received is pictured here. A salt and pepper grinder set. They fit together, one on top of the other. My wife made it immediately clear what the meaning is – people know about her interest in black lovers. It will sit on our dining table, and her grins will reinforce her interest in having sex with black men (but for real?)

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