Monday, October 28, 2013
Oct 27
After a bit, I got to the point of thinking, maybe some activity would be fun.
I did tell Her, I was not at all sure, how much I could take, horizontally.
She ordered me to strip, and I did, to white sheer jockbrief and black thigh high stockings, and She told me to lean against a cross, facing it.
And She went to 'town', spanking my buttocks with just about everything I had packed, which I think included 4 different paddles, and the waffe-maker, wooden spoon, and three canes.
Many strokes landed on the back of my thighs.
She had me turn around, and whacked my mons pubis, and the front of my thighs, and had me turn around for more.
And, She broke Her favorite paddle, whacking my buttocks with it.
She had me kneel, and service Her, which mean, pulling down Her panties, and licking Her pussy.
.... not for long, really. Perhaps, more for show, than for real pleasure on Her part.
She said, She was getting hungry, and had I had enough?
No.
With me against the cross, She brought out the leather tawse, and laid it across my back, my backside, my thighs...
And had me turn around, and used it on my chest and thighs.
"Had enough yet?"
No.
She continued strapping my chest and thighs.
"Now?"
I said, "Well, if you're hungry, maybe we should stop...."
"Take it as a lesson," She said, "when I'm beating your chest like that, it means I want to stop, but I want you to say so."
"I see," I said, ruefully.
She had me kneel, and service Her pussy a bit more, then had me clean up, and as I did so, I watched as She had R doing the same thing (kneeling, and servicing Her pussy).
Feedback: rather than this being a straightforward narrative events, I should also write about how I FELT about it:
I loved it. For the most part, I believe that being bent over, like kneeling on a bench, better presents my bottom for beating, but my bottom isn't necessarily Her full-time target, and standing against the cross certainly made it easier to have me turn around for frontal assault. If anything, perhaps my wrists and ankles should be cuffed, to minimize my movement when She hits my mons pubis and thighs.
I would have liked, I usually like, attention given to my anus, but in this case, I believe we both knew that given my gastric distress, it probably wasn't a good idea.
I dressed, and packed up...we said goodbyes to others there we knew, and made our way to a local 24 hour coffee shop for ice cream sundaes.
Home, after 04:00, and into bed for quick sleep, as I vowed to get up in time to go to service in Burbank.
Alarm set for 08:30.
We woke up... and spent too much time talking, etc, before getting up and dressed, and left the house 09:35.
GPS said, 30 minutes to destination.
Which did not account for the closure of the 710, after some big rig had fallen off the freeway.
We got caught in the huge cluster fuck traffic jam, and we were forced off the freeway....
And realized, by the time we got out of that mass, and got to church, service would be over...
So I turned it around, and headed home, taking Atlantic all the way.
Once home, I turned on the hot tub, letting it heat up, while we puttered around.
Once the water was warm enough, She and I stripped, and got in.
And, we had a go at intercourse inside the tub.... which was fun, but didn't lead to anything (for me).
we got out, we showered.....
I had a snack, while reading the paper,
Then it was naptime.
Up ...1800ish.... my goal was to be in the car at 1820, oh well.
I dressed...as She woke up, but it was Little S.
We had talked about locking me up, prior to the start of my work week.... but I didn't have much time, nor was I going to, without Her specific instruction, and She wasn't awake to give it to me.
I said goodbye and went on my way.
I left at 1840, and got a break in traffic, arriving at work just before 19:30.
Then we started exchanging wall posts, which still confuses me.
It started with Her complaint about breaking Her favorite paddle, my suggestion that if She didn't hit so hard, She wouldn't break Her toys, Her saying that maybe She should ignore my ass and go straight to my mons pubis and thighs, me saying that IF She wants to watch me thrash, and hear my scream, that would be the thing to do... then a Fchat, with Her asking, is that what I want?
I still don't know how it led to all that....
Anyway, I think we settled it with me saying, I am content with the current way She does it, mixing up the beatings on my ass with the beatings to my mons and thighs.
Then came a chat about ...how horny She is.
What can I do about it, right now.
Well, nothing, but when I get home in the morning....
I said, I am supposed to be locked up, and we sort of agreed on... no sex during my work week so i could sleep....
She said, I neglected to remind Her to lock me up.... and it was my duty as Her husband to see to Her needs and desires.
I said, while we have no agreement on me 'reminding' Her about lock-up time, or daily beatings, or such things, I do agree that it IS my duty to see to Her desires, when I can....
Guess I know what I'll be doing, when I get home.
As of midnight:
HR SLO 422
HR SLA 12
HR SDB 21.5
Hr Un 160
I did tell Her, I was not at all sure, how much I could take, horizontally.
She ordered me to strip, and I did, to white sheer jockbrief and black thigh high stockings, and She told me to lean against a cross, facing it.
And She went to 'town', spanking my buttocks with just about everything I had packed, which I think included 4 different paddles, and the waffe-maker, wooden spoon, and three canes.
Many strokes landed on the back of my thighs.
She had me turn around, and whacked my mons pubis, and the front of my thighs, and had me turn around for more.
And, She broke Her favorite paddle, whacking my buttocks with it.
She had me kneel, and service Her, which mean, pulling down Her panties, and licking Her pussy.
.... not for long, really. Perhaps, more for show, than for real pleasure on Her part.
She said, She was getting hungry, and had I had enough?
No.
With me against the cross, She brought out the leather tawse, and laid it across my back, my backside, my thighs...
And had me turn around, and used it on my chest and thighs.
"Had enough yet?"
No.
She continued strapping my chest and thighs.
"Now?"
I said, "Well, if you're hungry, maybe we should stop...."
"Take it as a lesson," She said, "when I'm beating your chest like that, it means I want to stop, but I want you to say so."
"I see," I said, ruefully.
She had me kneel, and service Her pussy a bit more, then had me clean up, and as I did so, I watched as She had R doing the same thing (kneeling, and servicing Her pussy).
Feedback: rather than this being a straightforward narrative events, I should also write about how I FELT about it:
I loved it. For the most part, I believe that being bent over, like kneeling on a bench, better presents my bottom for beating, but my bottom isn't necessarily Her full-time target, and standing against the cross certainly made it easier to have me turn around for frontal assault. If anything, perhaps my wrists and ankles should be cuffed, to minimize my movement when She hits my mons pubis and thighs.
I would have liked, I usually like, attention given to my anus, but in this case, I believe we both knew that given my gastric distress, it probably wasn't a good idea.
I dressed, and packed up...we said goodbyes to others there we knew, and made our way to a local 24 hour coffee shop for ice cream sundaes.
Home, after 04:00, and into bed for quick sleep, as I vowed to get up in time to go to service in Burbank.
Alarm set for 08:30.
We woke up... and spent too much time talking, etc, before getting up and dressed, and left the house 09:35.
GPS said, 30 minutes to destination.
Which did not account for the closure of the 710, after some big rig had fallen off the freeway.
We got caught in the huge cluster fuck traffic jam, and we were forced off the freeway....
And realized, by the time we got out of that mass, and got to church, service would be over...
So I turned it around, and headed home, taking Atlantic all the way.
Once home, I turned on the hot tub, letting it heat up, while we puttered around.
Once the water was warm enough, She and I stripped, and got in.
And, we had a go at intercourse inside the tub.... which was fun, but didn't lead to anything (for me).
we got out, we showered.....
I had a snack, while reading the paper,
Then it was naptime.
Up ...1800ish.... my goal was to be in the car at 1820, oh well.
I dressed...as She woke up, but it was Little S.
We had talked about locking me up, prior to the start of my work week.... but I didn't have much time, nor was I going to, without Her specific instruction, and She wasn't awake to give it to me.
I said goodbye and went on my way.
I left at 1840, and got a break in traffic, arriving at work just before 19:30.
Then we started exchanging wall posts, which still confuses me.
It started with Her complaint about breaking Her favorite paddle, my suggestion that if She didn't hit so hard, She wouldn't break Her toys, Her saying that maybe She should ignore my ass and go straight to my mons pubis and thighs, me saying that IF She wants to watch me thrash, and hear my scream, that would be the thing to do... then a Fchat, with Her asking, is that what I want?
I still don't know how it led to all that....
Anyway, I think we settled it with me saying, I am content with the current way She does it, mixing up the beatings on my ass with the beatings to my mons and thighs.
Then came a chat about ...how horny She is.
What can I do about it, right now.
Well, nothing, but when I get home in the morning....
I said, I am supposed to be locked up, and we sort of agreed on... no sex during my work week so i could sleep....
She said, I neglected to remind Her to lock me up.... and it was my duty as Her husband to see to Her needs and desires.
I said, while we have no agreement on me 'reminding' Her about lock-up time, or daily beatings, or such things, I do agree that it IS my duty to see to Her desires, when I can....
Guess I know what I'll be doing, when I get home.
As of midnight:
HR SLO 422
HR SLA 12
HR SDB 21.5
Hr Un 160
oct 26
Off work...She picked me up, we went home.... and more or less straight to bed.
Up around 1530 I think....a bit late, considering what all we had to do..... get ready for a dinner in Burbank, and a dungeon party after that.
The three of us showered, dressed.... I packed a toy bag for the party.....
And in my car 17:15 ish.. GPS said, 30 minutes...
AND we hit horrible traffic, worse than I've seen on weekdays.
Just horrible...
Did not arrive until 18:45 or so.... with the thing starting at 17:30...
Inside seats were taken, and we wound up sitting, virtually alone, outside.
Finally...dinner was served... She did not like much of Hers, but oh well....
And some dancing.... She allowed me to dance with Her .... and told me later, She was going to have to teach me 'how'.
We excused ourselves around 2100, in order to go home, get clothes that She had left behind, etc, and R and I figured, we could get out of our suits.
Not to mention.... I don' t know if it was the food not setting well, or the stress I felt from the horrible driving.... or fatigue, just still tired, not enough sleep...
But I went straight to the toilet.... and started upchucking, nauseated and feeling faint.
They talked about it, and She said, She had to go to the party anyway, as She had promised another person She'd be there.....So She and R were getting ready, and I decided I could go along, and sleep in the car if I didn't feel up to anything else....
She drove, R rode in front, I stretched out in the back, and kinda slept on the way.
We arrived.... They went in, I stayed in the back seat, continuing to doze....
After a bit, She came back to the car to get the toy bag, saying She had found another woman to play with.
After another bit, I felt awake enough to get up, and go into the party.
I found where She was playing, and went to the toy bag, looking for eye drops, as my contacts always dried out after I had been sleeping.
When She saw me, She stopped the play She was doing, and told me, it was because She thought I was ready.
I told Her, no, not really, I was still a bit queazy and 'off'.
I found a piece of couch to sit on, watch, and half doze.
From time to time, She came by, to sit on me, or talk, then would go off again to mingle.
As of midnight
Hr SL O 398
HR SL attempt 30 1/4
Hr SL DB 30 1/4
Hr UNlock 136
Up around 1530 I think....a bit late, considering what all we had to do..... get ready for a dinner in Burbank, and a dungeon party after that.
The three of us showered, dressed.... I packed a toy bag for the party.....
And in my car 17:15 ish.. GPS said, 30 minutes...
AND we hit horrible traffic, worse than I've seen on weekdays.
Just horrible...
Did not arrive until 18:45 or so.... with the thing starting at 17:30...
Inside seats were taken, and we wound up sitting, virtually alone, outside.
Finally...dinner was served... She did not like much of Hers, but oh well....
And some dancing.... She allowed me to dance with Her .... and told me later, She was going to have to teach me 'how'.
We excused ourselves around 2100, in order to go home, get clothes that She had left behind, etc, and R and I figured, we could get out of our suits.
Not to mention.... I don' t know if it was the food not setting well, or the stress I felt from the horrible driving.... or fatigue, just still tired, not enough sleep...
But I went straight to the toilet.... and started upchucking, nauseated and feeling faint.
They talked about it, and She said, She had to go to the party anyway, as She had promised another person She'd be there.....So She and R were getting ready, and I decided I could go along, and sleep in the car if I didn't feel up to anything else....
She drove, R rode in front, I stretched out in the back, and kinda slept on the way.
We arrived.... They went in, I stayed in the back seat, continuing to doze....
After a bit, She came back to the car to get the toy bag, saying She had found another woman to play with.
After another bit, I felt awake enough to get up, and go into the party.
I found where She was playing, and went to the toy bag, looking for eye drops, as my contacts always dried out after I had been sleeping.
When She saw me, She stopped the play She was doing, and told me, it was because She thought I was ready.
I told Her, no, not really, I was still a bit queazy and 'off'.
I found a piece of couch to sit on, watch, and half doze.
From time to time, She came by, to sit on me, or talk, then would go off again to mingle.
As of midnight
Hr SL O 398
HR SL attempt 30 1/4
Hr SL DB 30 1/4
Hr UNlock 136
Sunday, October 27, 2013
I love it, I hate it
And by that, I mean, having my penis locked in a chastity device, under Her control, only unlocked when She okays it.
And since we are currently using a combination lock, She HAS to do the unlocking.
It's not like I masturbate, or want to. It's been a heckuva long time since I did so.
The only 'use' I've had for my cock ... excuse, as I've been reminded many times, HER cock, still attached to my torso... has been for encounters of intercourse.
And these encounters have not been infrequent.
She has reassured me numerous times that She LOVES intercourse with me, going as far as to say that I, with this cock, have spoiled Her for 'any other man'.
So I am not worried about being locked up, and forgotten about. She has reassured me that She has no plans,intentions, or desires to cuckold me.
So, what is my fucking problem?
I ...don't know.
We had a discussion last week, that came to sort of an agreement, tho' I'm not sure how definite it is, that ...because I've been feeling so sleep-deprived during my work week, as often as not due to having sexual encounters at times that I could/should be sleeping.... that She would lock me up at the start of my work week.
It was implied, but not actually stated, that I would be unlocked at the beginning of my days off.
I think that scares me, because, as I said, it was only implied that I would be unlocked at that time.
At any rate, Sunday evening being the start of my work week..... and woke up a little later than I really wanted... and got ready, while She was still asleep.
So, She wasn't awake to TELL me to get the device on, and now I know better than to do that without being told first.
She woke up, as I was almost ready, and casually mentioned that I'm supposed to be locked up, and I said, "I really don't have time, maybe when I get home..."
And She said, "Okay."
So, I'm looking forward to, or not, going home, and putting a chastity device, and having Her set the lock... and having it remain there until .... Friday morning ...or even later?
Saturday, October 26, 2013
Friday, October 25, 2013
Oct 25
Awake, or awakened, 0930 ish.
She asked me if my phone was on.
"No."
"Check your texts."
I did.... She had sent one, or two: "It is permissible to manhandle me when the CPAP is on."
Hmm. Good to know.
And She said, "Look at my profile, fet list, and see what I have listed under CPAP."
I just did: CPAP play, and "CPAP breathplay and bondage with forced orgasms"
So, She wants to be tied up.... given oral until She goes nuts from cumming...while wearing the mask...?
I can do that.
But, what about MY fantasies?
Or, actually, is this the slave's life? It's all about Her pleasure, not at all about mine?
Yeah, I expect it is.
Back up the time to 01:00 or so, when my work manager began emailing me, that he had released the other overnight guy who was serving out the notice to quit he had given....that he, the manager, had taken over the guys Thursday shift, would be covering his Friday night shift...and would I cover his Saturday shift.
I told him, I had three $50 tickets to a church dinner function...
And he said, "Oh, never mind...what about...Friday..."
I went to sleep before it was settled, and that's why my phone was off.
But we settled it, Friday morning, with me coming to work Friday (tonight).
So, up and moving, with Her looking for tickets for a November trip, while I went out and watered the front yard, then raked up loose leaves.
Back inside, took a shower, got ready for the day's errands.
Together, in Her car, off we went....
To a pharmacy, to settle insurance issues, and get Her prescriptions filled....
To HB, where She wanted to take Her youngest offspring to lunch to talk ....
Then back to TO where She had a waxing appointment....
Then back towards home, back to the pharmacy, where Her prescriptions were ready...
Then back home.
With a little more than an hour, before we had to hit the road to get me to work..... She decided, that She would be driving me... She said, I would get a DB before we go.
Home: She talked a few minutes with R, and our temporary houseguest C, while I went into my bedroom, and stripped.
She came in, got on the bed, and I stretched out over Her lap...
And She beat my bottom with Hard paddle, Red paddle, brush, and spoon...
Then had me turn over, to beat the front of my thighs similarly.
She asked if I was ready to service my Mistress, and I said that I was.
I watched Her take down Her pants and panties, and I helped get them all the way off Her feet...
As I knelt between Her spread legs, we both noticed the erection I was developing.
I only licked Her delicious pussy a few minutes, before She told me to ...move up.
I did, and She reached down, to position my cock in Her vagina.
And I ... umm.... fucked Her.....
Then She said, "That's enough, stop."
Whatttt?
She has never done THAT before. (stopped me, while I was on top of Her)
My ...erection was fading... I probably would have stopped in a minute anyway...
but wow, the control She exercised here caught me by total surprise...
I think because.... intercourse has been a man & wife thing, not a Mistress / slave thing, and by doing this, She has moved intercourse into a Mistress / slave activity, and I'm not sure how I feel about it.
Anyway, She told me to lick some more, and I did, until She said, "Enough, get up...start getting ready."
As I dressed, She asked me, "So how was it, how do you feel, good, bad, indifferent....?"
"Angry."
"why?"
"I was close to cumming and you stopped me..."
"Why didn't you say so?"
"You didn't give me a chance, you ordered me off you."
"I though orgasm denial would be fun for you."
"Okay...."
Later, on the ride to work, I think, I told Her that ...I really wasn't close to cumming... and I wasn't really angry...I was surprised... and I needed to process the...change.... the surprise that it was.
Yes, it IS good for me, I consider it excellent training, and I enjoy being under Her control.
Another thing I've really enjoyed the last few days.... apparently She has taken my suggestions to heart...
is ...She has not been ASKING me about the DBs, as in "Do you want one..." but rather, She has been TELLING me to get ready for it, nor has She been telling me to 'choose a weapon', She has been selecting 'em, Herself.
I believe if there were any significant issue I might have that would go against a DB, She would listen to my concern, and act accordingly, but otherwise, I really enjoy that She has taken it upon Herself to decide when, with what, etc.
NOW, if we could just had enough time to do twice-a-days....
AND, maybe not over-Her-lap every time, but with me bent over that big ol' bed, while She uses cane, tawse, or belt...
Well, there's a dungeon party tomorrow..... I'm sure we'll have a good time, there....
Hours SLO 374
Hours SL attempt 6 1/4
Hours SL DB 6 1/4
Hours Unlocked 112
She asked me if my phone was on.
"No."
"Check your texts."
I did.... She had sent one, or two: "It is permissible to manhandle me when the CPAP is on."
Hmm. Good to know.
And She said, "Look at my profile, fet list, and see what I have listed under CPAP."
I just did: CPAP play, and "CPAP breathplay and bondage with forced orgasms"
So, She wants to be tied up.... given oral until She goes nuts from cumming...while wearing the mask...?
I can do that.
But, what about MY fantasies?
Or, actually, is this the slave's life? It's all about Her pleasure, not at all about mine?
Yeah, I expect it is.
Back up the time to 01:00 or so, when my work manager began emailing me, that he had released the other overnight guy who was serving out the notice to quit he had given....that he, the manager, had taken over the guys Thursday shift, would be covering his Friday night shift...and would I cover his Saturday shift.
I told him, I had three $50 tickets to a church dinner function...
And he said, "Oh, never mind...what about...Friday..."
I went to sleep before it was settled, and that's why my phone was off.
But we settled it, Friday morning, with me coming to work Friday (tonight).
So, up and moving, with Her looking for tickets for a November trip, while I went out and watered the front yard, then raked up loose leaves.
Back inside, took a shower, got ready for the day's errands.
Together, in Her car, off we went....
To a pharmacy, to settle insurance issues, and get Her prescriptions filled....
To HB, where She wanted to take Her youngest offspring to lunch to talk ....
Then back to TO where She had a waxing appointment....
Then back towards home, back to the pharmacy, where Her prescriptions were ready...
Then back home.
With a little more than an hour, before we had to hit the road to get me to work..... She decided, that She would be driving me... She said, I would get a DB before we go.
Home: She talked a few minutes with R, and our temporary houseguest C, while I went into my bedroom, and stripped.
She came in, got on the bed, and I stretched out over Her lap...
And She beat my bottom with Hard paddle, Red paddle, brush, and spoon...
Then had me turn over, to beat the front of my thighs similarly.
She asked if I was ready to service my Mistress, and I said that I was.
I watched Her take down Her pants and panties, and I helped get them all the way off Her feet...
As I knelt between Her spread legs, we both noticed the erection I was developing.
I only licked Her delicious pussy a few minutes, before She told me to ...move up.
I did, and She reached down, to position my cock in Her vagina.
And I ... umm.... fucked Her.....
Then She said, "That's enough, stop."
Whatttt?
She has never done THAT before. (stopped me, while I was on top of Her)
My ...erection was fading... I probably would have stopped in a minute anyway...
but wow, the control She exercised here caught me by total surprise...
I think because.... intercourse has been a man & wife thing, not a Mistress / slave thing, and by doing this, She has moved intercourse into a Mistress / slave activity, and I'm not sure how I feel about it.
Anyway, She told me to lick some more, and I did, until She said, "Enough, get up...start getting ready."
As I dressed, She asked me, "So how was it, how do you feel, good, bad, indifferent....?"
"Angry."
"why?"
"I was close to cumming and you stopped me..."
"Why didn't you say so?"
"You didn't give me a chance, you ordered me off you."
"I though orgasm denial would be fun for you."
"Okay...."
Later, on the ride to work, I think, I told Her that ...I really wasn't close to cumming... and I wasn't really angry...I was surprised... and I needed to process the...change.... the surprise that it was.
Yes, it IS good for me, I consider it excellent training, and I enjoy being under Her control.
Another thing I've really enjoyed the last few days.... apparently She has taken my suggestions to heart...
is ...She has not been ASKING me about the DBs, as in "Do you want one..." but rather, She has been TELLING me to get ready for it, nor has She been telling me to 'choose a weapon', She has been selecting 'em, Herself.
I believe if there were any significant issue I might have that would go against a DB, She would listen to my concern, and act accordingly, but otherwise, I really enjoy that She has taken it upon Herself to decide when, with what, etc.
NOW, if we could just had enough time to do twice-a-days....
AND, maybe not over-Her-lap every time, but with me bent over that big ol' bed, while She uses cane, tawse, or belt...
Well, there's a dungeon party tomorrow..... I'm sure we'll have a good time, there....
Hours SLO 374
Hours SL attempt 6 1/4
Hours SL DB 6 1/4
Hours Unlocked 112
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