The Cunt That Couldn’t Stop Cumming

I dropped the kids off to day camp this morning, stopped at McDonalds for a coffee on the way home and the whole way back thought about how wonderful it was going to be to crawl back in bed with cagedmonkey and nap in each other’s arms. Yeah that happened for a little while, but it wasn’t too long before he woke up to the sounds of my Magic wand humming on my clit.

He watched me, enjoying the vibrations for a bit, taking in each of my breathy moans. He was begging me to enjoy every bit of it, not to cum right away but to take it all in. He asked me to feel it deep before I let it drive me into a massive orgasm. I arched my back as the sensations were sent through my body. He whispered, “may I take over?” And I handed him the wand. I let him hold it there stimulating my clit relentlessly bringing me to that first orgasm. I moaned loud, taking full advantage of the fact that we were alone in the house. Screaming out things like, “oh God, yes, yes, fuck” and plenty of other things I’m sure.

He didn’t stop, didn’t turn off the wand, didn’t take it off my clit… I didn’t want him to. I wanted him to keep going, to keep pushing me into orgasm after orgasm. My body shaking, trembling and shuddering through each and every one. The next stronger than the last. Over and over, screaming, moaning, yelping, twisting, arching, squeezing, tensing up. It was a flow of orgasm after sweet orgasm. I had cum so much I began begging him to fuck me, I wanted… no, NEEDED to feel him inside me while the wand stimulated me. I needed to feel the thick length of his shaft sliding in and out of my pussy. I didn’t want it fast or hard nor slow but rather perfectly paced and he got it! Though that second I was about to go over he couldn’t stay in or he would have instantly cum with me. He grabbed “Adam” and got into my favorite scissor position and paced it perfectly while I held the wand in place on my clit. The orgasm that came from that position was unbelievable. I can’t even begin to explain how it was other than it was so strong my entire body tensed up and lifted me off the bed straight and stiff like a board. It was so crazy… absolutely amazing!

Wow! Cagedmonkey did think quick, because the orgasm was so long and intense, to grab his phone for some audio – perhaps he’ll work out getting that posted here! Keep an eye… err ear out! 🙂

I just wanted to share one last thing. Later this afternoon I was heading over to get the kids from camp and I had a feeling come over me, that I’m sure some other keyholders may understand. I felt almost this feeling of guilt. I’ve been getting these massive, intense, hardcore orgasms and hubby has gotten none. I got this feeling like I owed him one for giving me such outstanding ones. Like I felt bad… I quickly talked myself out of it, lol, but I found it interesting that I had those feelings since I haven’t had that except maybe way in the beginning of our chastity play.

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4 responses to “The Cunt That Couldn’t Stop Cumming

  1. You lucky girl…and the caged monkey is getting just what he needs. Sure, he would like to come. Men always like to come. But he is in his cage for a reason.

    I am thinking of caging my sweet darling. Not because he misbehaves, just because I can. And because, even though the honour system works for us (and nipple training him has been brilliant) the fact is that a cock in a cage is reminded constantly of what it can’t have. Which has to be a good thing.

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    • Oh yes I love that constant reminder. That’s exactly why I have mine locked up… not because he’s naughty or cheats but because it’s a constant reminder of who is in control of his sex, his erections and his orgasms. 🙂 he can do nothing but think of me and my control all day, every day.

      Good luck to you!

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      • Yes, as a male, I can testify to the fact that no matter what you are doing- sitting, standing, walking, taking a leak, whatever, having your junk locked in a cage is an almost constant reminder that you are no longer in control of your most personal private possession, that it is no longer your decision on what to do with it; and it turns your thoughts immediately to the one who holds the key each time that physical reminder brings it to your attention. That alone can be very erotic, and the restriction/limitation of orgasms compounds and amplifies that feeling of not being in control because it makes one more easily aroused, and every time you become aroused the reminder is that much more powerful.

        It changes your thinking in various ways, all leading back to the Keyholder. For instance, (and I believe this to be true of most men who are sexually active, if not simply breathing) if I were to be totally honest I would say that when a man sees a woman, one of the first evaluations he makes [whether he realizes it consciously or not] is if she would make a suitable mate (regardless of whether he has a mate already). To put it crudely, he decides “Would I fuck her or not?” This, of course, implies the arrogant and egotistical assumption that he *could* have her if he wanted to, and that it is his decision alone. That isn’t to say that all men are thinking of ‘cheating’, it is simply the natural [sub]conscious response to the biological imperative to procreate and assure the continuation of the species. However, having your junk locked in a cage completely short-circuits that response, obliviating the arrogance and egotism by bringing one’s thoughts back to your mate/KH with the realization that she has complete control of your cock, not only can you *not* have any woman you might desire (“Me big, strong he-man, *want* woman, TAKE woman”), you can’t even whack-off unless SHE decides to *let* you.

        It induces and/or magnifies a continuous subcurrent of a desire to please your Keyholder when you might otherwise be distracted from doing so by some of life’s ordinary trials and tribulations, many of which may be petty but somehow seem to loom large and assume an inappropriate position on the priority list. The physical reminder forces a re-ordering of priorities back to where [we know] they should be. I have found that, even though ‘officially’ Mrs. Twisted’s control is only supposed to apply to sexual activities and certain ‘personal service’ and *not* the FLR that some aspire to, that control does, in fact, overflow into more mundane areas of life. I find myself being more consciously considerate of her wants and needs, and even in the rare instance that we have a disagreement over some ‘normal’ situation where I might perhaps become stubborn, bull-headed and angry and want to settle it by sheer force of will, that little [physical] reminder causes me to take a mental step backward and examine the situation logically, rather than letting anger take control. (Anger/rage may have been a necessary component in the early years of human development when the fight for survival meant frequent physical combat and it induced physical changes to reduce the pain of injury and enhance strength, but in this ‘modern’ age it is not [usually] quite so necessary in our ordinary daily lives. Even so, this survival trait remains, and must be consciously suppressed in these cases where ‘disagreement’ does not equal a life and death battle…and, as a side note, I suspect that this is one of the primary factors in the increase in heart attacks that has come with modern life- the suppressed anger and rage, particularly in light of both corporate and governmental control/intrusion which fosters a sense of helplessness and a desire to do battle to solve the problem, creates stressors that take a physical toll on the body. The constant pressure to ‘toe the line’ stresses the adrenal system without relief…I could go on, but this isn’t the place for it…)

        Psychological mumbo-jumbo aside, the constant reminder that one’s KH has control of your cock and what you [can] do with it is erotic as hell. The thought that one’s wife/SO/partner can do as she pleases with it (and you) is perversely exciting. Mrs. Twisted used to feel guilty about denying me orgasms, but I think she rather likes it now. I…’enjoy’…the tease, the prolonged foreplay, the delayed gratification (no way I want to be denied orgasm permanently). My masochistic nature gets a thrill from her being able to enjoy all of the orgasms she wants while denying mine for long(ish) periods, being hard and horny and her using that to enhance her power and control, being ‘used’ for her pleasure (and amusement) and using my desire for orgasm as one of the means of compelling my performance. It ‘turns me on’ to pleasure her and bring her to orgasm, knowing that she gets to cum and I won’t. It turns me on even more for her to point that out, to see her enjoying her power restrict/deny/control my orgasms, even laughing about it, knowing that I want to cum and not letting me…

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      • Well Twisted, it seems I got the old mind going with my post. 🙂 hehe I do believe your comment needs some recognition, though. I really appreciate your thoughts and feel like it needs to be read by more (especially some wives/KHers) than those who might stumble on these comments.

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