8 # of times, had sex
1 # of orgasms I had
11 # of sessions of CP
0 # of parties attended
6 # of days, sick or just not feeling well enough to ....
1 # of videos we did
2 # of times She and Stitch 'got together'
Friday, May 2, 2014
05.01 Diary
Woke up around 0545.
She was not in bed....found out, She couldn't sleep, and was antsy about a project that She had to do before Her upcoming convention...and She was in Her bedroom, at Her computer, doing so.
Meanwhile Stitch was up and ...in the bathroom. SIGH
Had a snack, went back to bed.
Both of us awake, 0900. She wanted the DailyOrgasms that She missed yesterday, and for today.
I started by servicing Her orally, then got on top of Her, for a good session of intercourse....
until She said, "I've had enough..."
And I had to stop and withdraw.
Would I have cum had I continued? Maybe. From the way I felt at that moment, don't know.
Does it annoy me that She told me to stop?
No.
Just the other day, I suggested this sort of thing, as a form of tease and denial, or male orgasm control.
She kinda rolled to the side when I got off, and I took the opportunity to smack Her buttocks a few times, with my hand, and even applied the newish plastic thingee to Her bottom.
Shortly after that, I was stretched out, naked, on my stomach, and She brought out the bath brush, and applied about 30 smacks of it to my bottom.
Up, and I went to the toilet...and this time our young female boarder was in the bathroom, taking a shower.
SIGH....
Eventually I was able to get into the bathroom.
Then, turned on my laptop, and got online long enough to pay bills that were due today.
Then we showered and dressed....and went out to my car, 11:11, and we headed to Burbank for a weekly text-study class.
We were late, but no big deal, it's very informal.
We left there at 1305, and headed for the Hysteria Galleria.
First stop, JCP. Nope.
Then Macy's where She found two suitable dresses....
and I took this picture
And She found jewelry for Her septum....
And we left there at 15:55, starting the 25+ mile ride home in the fangs of rush hour.
We discussed what had to be done, and what didn't.
Walmart for specific shampoo...tomorrow.
Von's for general shopping.. tomorrow.
Home Deport for plumber's tape and paint ... tomorrow.
She dozed off during the later part of the ride.
I was heading for Her bank.
Heading south on the 710, I planned to go west on the 91, and get off at Atlantic, to go south...and managed to go east on the 91 instead.
I got off at LBB, just like I was heading home...continued south, and turned left on Delamo. Cruising along there, She woke up, looked around and said, "You get lost again?"
"It's not the route I planned, but it'll work out," I said, turning right on Atlantic.
I pulled into a big parking lot, and suggested, "I'll get our prescriptions at CVS while you go into the bank."
"Sure."
I went in, bought and paid for five prescriptions, and returned to my car.
Eventually, "she" returned to the car, carrying an ice cream car.
And we went home.
I took care of some chores, while she started making phone calls; she had a list of about 60 to go through.
Around 1930, little-s, Stitch and I went out to dinner at HTB.
The primary topic of conversation was ... locking Stitch in a chastity device, or not.
Little-s was implying that Merry planned to do just that.
I was left to explaining to him, the benefits of it.
I had to admit, I really had/have no idea how compatible the device is with lots of bicycle riding.
And I did point out.... Stitch and Merry are NOT married AND Stitch and Merry do NOT have any kind of agreement that Merry and I have, so it was my opinion that Stitch was under no obligation to accept the chastity device; I did not believe that he could be required to do so.
We had dinners, we finished, we made a note to NOT go to this HTB on a Thursday before 8 pm, and we went home.
She was feeling quite full, as I was, and after minor preparations, we went into the bedroom.
I started watching Fargo, while doing some notebook reorganization, and she came along, and simply fell asleep next to me.
Fargo ended, and I left the tv on with whatever else was one, while I finished what I was doing.
She woke up, as Her, ready to eat a little something, to go with Her evening pills.
I had an early shift (0900) at work the next day, so my alarm was set for 0700, and we were heading into sleep around 00:00.
Now... I refer to the statement/email She sent me, Tuesday night,
"I will make an attempt to do this to/for you....."
By reading this entry, you can see that no attempt was made, even if you don't know what She was referring to, but you can see that nothing out of the ordinary happened.
For me, when I tell someone that I will do something, if at all possible, then I move heaven and earth to do it. I write myself notes, I set alarms, I do whatever it takes.
But that's me.
I have learned, through some emotional trauma, during my experience with kink & BDSM,
to NOT have ... expectations.
When somebody says to me, that she/he might do this, or expects to do that or plans to do the other, well, I hear it, I listen to it, but I do not set an expectation to it.
That way, I don't get disappointed when "it" does not happen.
Which is good for my emotional-well being.
However, what seems to happen when the event does not happen is, that I mentally file the non-event into a folder titled "It didn't happen".
And that folder is in a bigger folder labeled 'Passive aggressive possibilities".
And should it happen that the person who first suggested the event, which became a non-event, decides or suggests to make it into an event, like right here, right now,
I tend to pull the non-event out of the 'P-A-P' folder, and react by saying, "No, thanks, I'm not interested in doing that, anymore."
Whether I'm interested or not in it, or I should say, no matter how much I really want to do it.
I think this is my way of telling the other person, "See!? It did not bother me at all when you suggested doing this early and did not follow through. I set no expectations on you, for it, and now I just don't want it."
"I will make an attempt to do this to/for you....."
By reading this entry, you can see that no attempt was made, even if you don't know what She was referring to, but you can see that nothing out of the ordinary happened.
For me, when I tell someone that I will do something, if at all possible, then I move heaven and earth to do it. I write myself notes, I set alarms, I do whatever it takes.
But that's me.
I have learned, through some emotional trauma, during my experience with kink & BDSM,
to NOT have ... expectations.
When somebody says to me, that she/he might do this, or expects to do that or plans to do the other, well, I hear it, I listen to it, but I do not set an expectation to it.
That way, I don't get disappointed when "it" does not happen.
Which is good for my emotional-well being.
However, what seems to happen when the event does not happen is, that I mentally file the non-event into a folder titled "It didn't happen".
And that folder is in a bigger folder labeled 'Passive aggressive possibilities".
And should it happen that the person who first suggested the event, which became a non-event, decides or suggests to make it into an event, like right here, right now,
I tend to pull the non-event out of the 'P-A-P' folder, and react by saying, "No, thanks, I'm not interested in doing that, anymore."
Whether I'm interested or not in it, or I should say, no matter how much I really want to do it.
I think this is my way of telling the other person, "See!? It did not bother me at all when you suggested doing this early and did not follow through. I set no expectations on you, for it, and now I just don't want it."
HsLS 14 1/2
HsLO 568
HsLD 14
H unL 15 H + 3 D
Her DO? Yes
from Rules of Enforced Chastity:
My genitals are Hers only. I must learn to leave them alone, unless I have permission otherwise.
from My Manifest:
I will physically pleasure Her, as She requests, and as often as She requests.
04.3O Diary
In the course of the previous night, She asked me to look at a file that was sent to Her in jpeg format, and try to convert it to some kind of word document, to which She could copy and paste other data.
As part of that request, She wrote this:
P.S. Remember that thing we discussed this morning? If you manage to fix this, I will personally make an attempt to do it to/for you Thursday morning after everyone leaves for work ~J
(She always uses a larger font for Her emails)
I put some work into it, during the night, but could not convert it to a proper word doc, but was able to convert it to a readable format, then print it out, and then I asked Her to forward to me the data, and I would fill it in.
I got off work at 0930, and found a table, and began filling in the data.
Then I was ready to go, got in my car, and saw the low fuel light blinking.
I went down LaBrea to the Chevron at Beverly, just to use the per-gallon discount I had available ... 10 cents a gallon. I put in about 11 gallons...and realized I went down to that station to save, oh, a dollar and ten cents. Then I had decide, which way home, and chose going east on Beverly, expecting to turn left on Vermont, then right onto the 101...
But it's posted No Left Turn from Beverly onto Vermont.
So, I kept going, as Beverly turned into Temple, and east on Temple to Alvarado, left, and then right onto the 101.
Then sailing along, onto the 5 south....and 1/2 mile from the transition onto the 710 south, I saw the sign, saying "Accident at Imperial Highway, 710 down to one lane" and I didn't have much time to consider options....and so bit the bullet, and merged onto the 710 south.
And came to a near stop.
For the next many many miles, it was stop, go a few feet, stop.....
I did not go through any lane closures.
By the time I got to Imperial, the whole freeway was open and moving.
Home, about 1215.
Took care of minor chores.
Ate a minor snack.
The outdoor temperature was in the 90s.... and the temperature in my room tends to run cold when it's cold outside, and hot, when it's hot outside... and really, too hot to sleep. There are overhead fans in the two bedrooms, and the dining room, but not in my room.
All of which is to say, I say down in my reclining chair, to take a nap.
I was asleep when She came home, when Stitch came home...
At some point, She asked me if I wanted to go to the "5th Wednesday" munch, and I did not.
Found out later, She did not really want to go either.
I continued dozing, until about 20:00, then went into my bedroom, to continue.
She came in, with a yearning to watch TBBT.
I said, "Let me get some dinner together first."
I did, and we watched...
And I fell asleep, not too long thereafter.
HsLS 38 1/2
HsLO 542
HsLD 38
H UN 15h, 2 Days
Her DO? No
Offer? NO
Rules of Enforced Chastity:
I will keep myself clean. I will keep the device clean. I will maintain my personal health, and accept prostate massaging and milking, when She calls for it.
from My Manifesto
At restaurants, I will order food and beverages for Her, unless She otherwise indicates. I will sit to Her left, or directly across from Her, with my back to the door.
As part of that request, She wrote this:
P.S. Remember that thing we discussed this morning? If you manage to fix this, I will personally make an attempt to do it to/for you Thursday morning after everyone leaves for work ~J
(She always uses a larger font for Her emails)
I put some work into it, during the night, but could not convert it to a proper word doc, but was able to convert it to a readable format, then print it out, and then I asked Her to forward to me the data, and I would fill it in.
I got off work at 0930, and found a table, and began filling in the data.
Then I was ready to go, got in my car, and saw the low fuel light blinking.
I went down LaBrea to the Chevron at Beverly, just to use the per-gallon discount I had available ... 10 cents a gallon. I put in about 11 gallons...and realized I went down to that station to save, oh, a dollar and ten cents. Then I had decide, which way home, and chose going east on Beverly, expecting to turn left on Vermont, then right onto the 101...
But it's posted No Left Turn from Beverly onto Vermont.
So, I kept going, as Beverly turned into Temple, and east on Temple to Alvarado, left, and then right onto the 101.
Then sailing along, onto the 5 south....and 1/2 mile from the transition onto the 710 south, I saw the sign, saying "Accident at Imperial Highway, 710 down to one lane" and I didn't have much time to consider options....and so bit the bullet, and merged onto the 710 south.
And came to a near stop.
For the next many many miles, it was stop, go a few feet, stop.....
I did not go through any lane closures.
By the time I got to Imperial, the whole freeway was open and moving.
Home, about 1215.
Took care of minor chores.
Ate a minor snack.
The outdoor temperature was in the 90s.... and the temperature in my room tends to run cold when it's cold outside, and hot, when it's hot outside... and really, too hot to sleep. There are overhead fans in the two bedrooms, and the dining room, but not in my room.
All of which is to say, I say down in my reclining chair, to take a nap.
I was asleep when She came home, when Stitch came home...
At some point, She asked me if I wanted to go to the "5th Wednesday" munch, and I did not.
Found out later, She did not really want to go either.
I continued dozing, until about 20:00, then went into my bedroom, to continue.
She came in, with a yearning to watch TBBT.
I said, "Let me get some dinner together first."
I did, and we watched...
And I fell asleep, not too long thereafter.
HsLS 38 1/2
HsLO 542
HsLD 38
H UN 15h, 2 Days
Her DO? No
Offer? NO
Rules of Enforced Chastity:
I will keep myself clean. I will keep the device clean. I will maintain my personal health, and accept prostate massaging and milking, when She calls for it.
from My Manifesto
At restaurants, I will order food and beverages for Her, unless She otherwise indicates. I will sit to Her left, or directly across from Her, with my back to the door.
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
4.29 Diary
Another wonderful shift at work. (Sarcasm intended)
Out 6;49, and home 7:47.
She was wide awake, and waiting for me.
I fed the animals, and got in the shower for a quick one, then got into bed with Her.
We talked for a bit, then I gifted Her some DOs, orally, until She pulled me up onto Her, and we engaged in some hot fucking.
I begged Her to tell me to stop before I 'came', and She did, in a weak voice.
We lay there for awhile, until She suggested that She would not mind another go round, and I was happy to comply.
After a bit, I stopped ...fucking Her...of my own accord...and we lay together until She had to get up, to get ready for work.
I helped while She was in the shower, picking out Her clothes, and as I stood, facing Her bureau, She came out of the bathroom holding Her recently purchased plastic hairbrush, and smacked my buttocks with it, some twenty times.
Then She dressed, and went on Her way to work.
I fixed and ate dinner, and went to my room to bed.
And slept a little bit, until the outside temperature rose to like 90 degrees, which meant it was not much less in my room, and I went out the living room, which was much cooler, and slept in my easy chair.
I don't think I heard Her come in from work.
I got up at 1700...
Toilet and shower and dressed, and presented Her with a couple gifts that arrived in the mail, include a breast and clitoris pump and vibrator, which She was amusing Herself with as I continued getting ready.
She was half asleep, when I came in to kiss Her, goodbye.
She came in the kitchen, and put her teeth marks on my chest, above my nipples.
In the car 1840, and at work 19:18.\
I had just parked, when one dispatcher came out to me and said, "Please hurry on in, Sam needs your help putting out fires."
Crap.
I went in, and ... put out fires...then went to the toilet and came back in the room, to settle in.
The evening was ...a bitch, and just got worse.... with new orders put in... and the other guy even apologetically left, while we had one ride at 06:15 with NO idea of how it was going to be covered.
Fuck Me.
HsLS 14 1/2
HsLO 518
HsLB 14
D Un 1
Her DO: Many, She said.
from Rules of Enforced Chastity
I will not try to circumvent, get around, or remove the device of my own accord.
from My Manifesto
I will not be sexual with any play partners, at any time
Out 6;49, and home 7:47.
She was wide awake, and waiting for me.
I fed the animals, and got in the shower for a quick one, then got into bed with Her.
We talked for a bit, then I gifted Her some DOs, orally, until She pulled me up onto Her, and we engaged in some hot fucking.
I begged Her to tell me to stop before I 'came', and She did, in a weak voice.
We lay there for awhile, until She suggested that She would not mind another go round, and I was happy to comply.
After a bit, I stopped ...fucking Her...of my own accord...and we lay together until She had to get up, to get ready for work.
I helped while She was in the shower, picking out Her clothes, and as I stood, facing Her bureau, She came out of the bathroom holding Her recently purchased plastic hairbrush, and smacked my buttocks with it, some twenty times.
Then She dressed, and went on Her way to work.
I fixed and ate dinner, and went to my room to bed.
And slept a little bit, until the outside temperature rose to like 90 degrees, which meant it was not much less in my room, and I went out the living room, which was much cooler, and slept in my easy chair.
I don't think I heard Her come in from work.
I got up at 1700...
Toilet and shower and dressed, and presented Her with a couple gifts that arrived in the mail, include a breast and clitoris pump and vibrator, which She was amusing Herself with as I continued getting ready.
She was half asleep, when I came in to kiss Her, goodbye.
She came in the kitchen, and put her teeth marks on my chest, above my nipples.
In the car 1840, and at work 19:18.\
I had just parked, when one dispatcher came out to me and said, "Please hurry on in, Sam needs your help putting out fires."
Crap.
I went in, and ... put out fires...then went to the toilet and came back in the room, to settle in.
The evening was ...a bitch, and just got worse.... with new orders put in... and the other guy even apologetically left, while we had one ride at 06:15 with NO idea of how it was going to be covered.
Fuck Me.
HsLS 14 1/2
HsLO 518
HsLB 14
D Un 1
Her DO: Many, She said.
from Rules of Enforced Chastity
I will not try to circumvent, get around, or remove the device of my own accord.
from My Manifesto
I will not be sexual with any play partners, at any time
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| She loves to leave Her mark on me |
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| She loves to leave Her mark on me |
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| Getting ready for work |
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| Nice backside view, I think |
4.28 Diary Locked until I got home from work
Another a pinche culero of a night.... in my car 0700, home 0800.
Fed the animals....and got in the shower for a long one.
She joined me, around 0900, and told me to cut the plastic lock and take the device off.
If I seemed disappointed, I was. Oh well.
I dried off, She got out of the shower and dried off, and we went to Her bed, and got on and in it, just for cuddling and pillow talk.
Then we got up..and She got up and ready for work, and left around 10:30
And I ate dinner, and read the paper...and went to bed.
She came into my room around 1615, to tell me that She had ordered a surprise for me... and to make sure I didn't order it for myself.
She was preparing to leave, and let me sleep a bit more, and I had rolled onto my stomach, over the covers, and She looked at my butt, deliciously covered in thin skimp skamp panties, and grabbed a few implements on the table on Her side of the bed, and smacked my butt for a bit, with them.
Not nearly long enough, not nearly long enough, but it was sweet, nonetheless.
I dozed another hour, and got up and moving, and showered and dressed.
In car 1845.
At work 1937.
The Manager was filling in for the woman who usually does set up on Mondays.
Which meant, I did not have to answer too many questions about morning set up, but it also meant, he always leaves in the evening, when the primary job is done, in this case, around 2230.
Then the last reservation agent leaves at 2300.
And I got 'slammed', every which way but loose.
ME COME!
HsLS 203
HsLO 494
HsLD 7 1/2
H L/UN 9/15
Her DO? No
Did I offer? No, She was having abdominal distress.
from Rules of Enforced Chastity:
No reason is required of Her to lock me up. It is entirely at Her discretion.
from My Manifest:
I may attend parties and events without Her accompanying me, at Her discretion.
Fed the animals....and got in the shower for a long one.
She joined me, around 0900, and told me to cut the plastic lock and take the device off.
If I seemed disappointed, I was. Oh well.
I dried off, She got out of the shower and dried off, and we went to Her bed, and got on and in it, just for cuddling and pillow talk.
Then we got up..and She got up and ready for work, and left around 10:30
And I ate dinner, and read the paper...and went to bed.
She came into my room around 1615, to tell me that She had ordered a surprise for me... and to make sure I didn't order it for myself.
She was preparing to leave, and let me sleep a bit more, and I had rolled onto my stomach, over the covers, and She looked at my butt, deliciously covered in thin skimp skamp panties, and grabbed a few implements on the table on Her side of the bed, and smacked my butt for a bit, with them.
Not nearly long enough, not nearly long enough, but it was sweet, nonetheless.
I dozed another hour, and got up and moving, and showered and dressed.
In car 1845.
At work 1937.
The Manager was filling in for the woman who usually does set up on Mondays.
Which meant, I did not have to answer too many questions about morning set up, but it also meant, he always leaves in the evening, when the primary job is done, in this case, around 2230.
Then the last reservation agent leaves at 2300.
And I got 'slammed', every which way but loose.
ME COME!
HsLS 203
HsLO 494
HsLD 7 1/2
H L/UN 9/15
Her DO? No
Did I offer? No, She was having abdominal distress.
from Rules of Enforced Chastity:
No reason is required of Her to lock me up. It is entirely at Her discretion.
from My Manifest:
I may attend parties and events without Her accompanying me, at Her discretion.
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| After a few whacks with various implements, but lousy lighting |
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| Unlocked just a couple hours earlier. I didn't touch it!! |
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| After a few whacks with various implements, in lousy lighting |
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| Getting ready for work, sans chastity device |
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| Getting ready for work, sans chastity device |
04.30 Journal : What is-----
Masturbation?
Here be some definitions.
Here be some definitions.
Urban Dictionary: The
act of touching oneself to produce a favorable feeling in the groin area: usually
accompanied by some sort of mental, visual, or audio stimulation to assist in
reaching climax.
Dictionary.com: The
stimulation or manipulation of one's own genitals, especially to orgasm; sexual
self-gratification.
Wiki: the sexual
stimulation of one's own genitals, usually to the point of orgasm
Merriam-Webster: erotic stimulation especially of one's own
genital organs commonly resulting in orgasm
The Free Dictionary: Excitation
of one's own or another's genital organs, usually to orgasm, by manual contact
Note that every one of them states: "assist in reaching" "expecially to" "usually to" climax/orgasm.
I mention this, because it's been a 'conversation' between Her and me.
I am forbidden masturbation ....
but She considers it 'masturbation' if I touch and/or stroke my genitals.
So I looked up these definitions that agree with what I thought in the first place.... that it's masturbation, if I cum, while doing so.
Otherwise, if I reach down and run my fingers down my penis once or twice, is THAT masturbation?
What if I stroke it three or four times?
What about, five or six times?
Where is the line drawn, saying THIS is masturbation, but THAT is not?
I believe, and this is my story, and I'm sticking to it, that masturbation means... self-stimulation that reaches orgasm.
And anything less than that is just foreplay.
Note that every one of them states: "assist in reaching" "expecially to" "usually to" climax/orgasm.
I mention this, because it's been a 'conversation' between Her and me.
I am forbidden masturbation ....
but She considers it 'masturbation' if I touch and/or stroke my genitals.
So I looked up these definitions that agree with what I thought in the first place.... that it's masturbation, if I cum, while doing so.
Otherwise, if I reach down and run my fingers down my penis once or twice, is THAT masturbation?
What if I stroke it three or four times?
What about, five or six times?
Where is the line drawn, saying THIS is masturbation, but THAT is not?
I believe, and this is my story, and I'm sticking to it, that masturbation means... self-stimulation that reaches orgasm.
And anything less than that is just foreplay.
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
4.29 Journal
Another freaking busy night, (4.28 to 4.29) with bunches of reservation-type phone calls and associated problems to solve with each one.
So, I got two Diary entries written.
Still gotta do Fri/Sat/Sun/Mon....
PEDICA ME!
So, I got two Diary entries written.
Still gotta do Fri/Sat/Sun/Mon....
PEDICA ME!
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