Kinky, Tease, Orgasm Denial and Chastity Posts

We’ve written quite a few posts recently over at our new site. I’d hate it if you missed out!

One of my favorites is “Shhhhhhhhh

It has this picture in it – yes that’s CM’s gorgeous face. I just find this picture so sexy!

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Shhh, quiet my boy

So head on over and check out what we’ve been up to.

You can also look for more pics of ours on our Monkey-in-a-Cage Tumblr page 🙂

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Someone Restrain Me

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Right now, I have cagedmonkey’s wrists and ankles cuffed and he’s restrained to the bed. I know he’s been craving a total loss of control and we didn’t get much if it on our weekend. I know he wants to feel controlled and used however I want. He is craving a bit of that subspace which I haven’t been able to take him to in awhile. So today I decided to show him just how not in control he is by restraining him to the bed, blindfolding him, plugging his ass, torturing his nipples and doing anything else I find entertaining at the time. Once he’s restrained like that he’s at my mercy. I decide if he will sleep, or be forced to stay awake with whatever I’m tormenting him with. There is nothing he can do about it.

He’s at a spot in his horny level where his parts are sensitive, which means his nipples are perfect for teasing and torturing. At the moment I’m not overloading him with things, I put the Arenos in his ass, pressing in his prostate, likely causing some major drippage from his overfilled aching balls. I plan to head back in shortly to attach the nipple clamps to his sensitive nipples. I’m not planning it out by time, just whatever feels right. I will likely unlock him as well so that while I have him in such a vulnerable position I can tease and torture his cock. I can ride his cock and face and enjoy myself during all of this too. So much fun using him to cum all over and forcing him to lay there covered in my juices and my scent, it must be heaven for him.

I love increasing my intensity levels as his horniness increases. It only makes his denial that much more fun. Having him this way in the bedroom, ready to use as my toy is such an arousing thing. I’m sitting here with wet panties knowing that he’s on his way to a deeper, more submissive place than he has been in awhile.

He has no idea when I’ll be back or what I’ll be doing. I left room simply saying, “enjoy darling, try to rest, I’ll be back soon.” I feel like the luckiest woman in the world that I have a man to love me and be mine in every way. A man that needs the intensity that I have to offer. A man that can handle what I give him.

***Update: I just had to come update and share this pic, damn he’s sexy and I love hearing him moan when I give that chain a pull or reclamp them!
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Comforted by Control

I was a little disappointed with how our lost weekend went. I was really looking forward to having every aspect of my life controlled by ML (at least, what was possible, due to child interruptions). Work stuff doesn’t usually affect me at home, as I’m usually good with “leaving it at the office,” but this ended up being a particularly bad day.

One thing I will say is that the bits of control that we were able to do really comforted me and calmed me down. It wasn’t so much a sexual thing because my horny had been ruined by “dude’s bleeding to death” as ML put it. I can’t even really describe it all that well. Wearing the collar, serving My Lady, and following her instructions… it all just made me feel at peace.

I think it’s because that’s who I really am at heart. I really was made to be ML’s subby hubby, and nothing makes me feel better than filling that role. When I’m submitting to her, I feel like I’m doing exactly what I’m supposed to be doing. And although it might not fix everything about a bad day, it will always be that bright spot in my life that I can turn to.

The Not-So-Full Submission

I’m sure everyone knows what it’s like to have a bad day at work. Where it seems like everything is going wrong and whatever decision you make is the wrong decision. Well that’s exactly what happened Friday night while hubby was at work. It was a particularly stressful night with dude’s bleeding out in the operating room and being short staffed and people getting pissy and taking out their frustrations on each other. At about 4am Friday night (Saturday morning) I was woken up by about 16 text messages from hubby needing to talk. I spent about an hour and a half texting back and forth letting him get out his feelings and frustrations in a healthy, safe way. I validated him and it seemed to help get him through the last couple of hours.

I knew exactly how he was feeling and that he was going through one of those “I’m not good enough, I can’t do anything right, why bother,” type of things which I’m all too familiar with. This started to make me very worried about our full submission weekend that was supposed to be beginning when he arrived home at 7:30am. I started wondering if we should give up on the whole idea because I had this fear of triggering him into a downward spiral. I was fearful that if I corrected him or was unhappy with his behavior, and wanted to spank or punish him, that he would take it very badly and spin off into a deeper self confidence low.

Saturday morning, he got home and I pretty much sent him right off to bed. Once I woke him in the afternoon we had a few hours with the kids before we could really get into our full submission. However, we did do as much as we could in front of the kids. He would ask to do things quietly or give me a certain look and I knew what he was “saying.” It was coded simple stuff in front of the kids like:

Him: Do you need me to do anything before I go to the bathroom.
Me: Actually, I’d like you to take that load of laundry down and switch them, then you may.
Him: yes ma’am

Little stuff like that the kids hardly notice especially when we don’t make a big deal out of it.

Later in the evening when the kids were off to bed, the submission was much more intense. I absolutely loved hearing him whimper when I would kiss him but not allow him to touch me or kiss me back for a bit. At one point I remember grabbing him by the steel collar and pulling him to his knees in front of me where I was sitting on the couch. I demanded he eat my pussy and make me cum. There were times, too, where I would use his hands on myself while reminding him he wasn’t allowed to touch or help me in any way. He begged to kiss me while I moved his hand and covered his fingers with my juices. I whispered, “no” and kissed him, shoving my tongue deep in his mouth. As I started to cum on his fingers, I told him “kiss me, now!”

It ended up being quite hot and very frustrating for him as I controlled him the entire night and reminded him over and over, “I don’t remember you asking to do that.” It was a very nice night and I loved going to bed with him wearing only his steel collar and Jail Bird. We did wake up before the kids and I decided to take off the collar so we didn’t have to explain it to them. We thought about just telling them it was a necklace but our kids would have bugged out all day, obsessing.

Sunday morning we got up, I laid out the clothes hubby was to wear to church and we started our day. I though about what a great night we had a thought we had gotten passed the whole emotional night from Friday but that ended up not being the case. Sunday was a very rough day and the self confidence spiral began in the morning and lasted all day long. It effected me to the point of visible anger. I quit talking to cagedmonkey for a time because I was afraid I didn’t have anything nice to say.

Later last night he did apologize for his behavior but there really was no full submission at all on Sunday because he was a bit sensitive to things. It was much easier to leave it be. We did have a very nice night together last night once the kids went to bed. I unlocked his cage and let him have control of his dick for a little while. I think that helped him a bit. Once it got late I took him to the bedroom and had my way with him, using his body, cumming as much as I wanted while he continues to be denied.

The Gift of Total Submission

This weekend, I will be giving My Lady the perfect present for Valentine’s Day – I will be giving her complete control over me.

ML and I have been finding our way back into our D/s lifestyle pretty well, but we both feel that a nice intense jolt will get us back into form.

This weekend, I will be submitting fully to My Lady in every way. Everything from my movements around the house to the sexual sensations I experience will be controlled by my wife. Here are the rules I will be expected to follow:

1. I will be required to ask permission for any of the following behaviors – waking up, going to sleep, eating and/or drinking, using the bathroom, or leaving the room (which will require a kiss as “payment”). I will also be required to ask ML if she has a preference as to where I sit or stand.

2. I will only touch My Lady when and if she allows me to.

3. I will be wearing my collar the entire weekend, it will be locked on 24/7 for the entire time of my total submission.

4. I must service ML sexually by any means she deems necessary, as well as enduring whatever sexual torments she desires to put me through.

I’m already excited about this weekend, and I’m looking forward to seeing just how far she goes with the concept of total submission.

A Steel Collar For a Handle and a Pleased Wife & Keyholder

Life is pretty great these days and things are really falling back into place in the whole “pleasing the wife/keyholder” department. A few days ago my cycle ended and I was all cleaned up and ready to use cagedmonkey for my pleasure. That was a pretty fantastic night too. I realized we didn’t write about that! We spent some quality time with hubby in his new steel locking collar which I’d gotten him for our anniversary but he hadn’t worn until the other night.

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Good Lord is he ever so sexy in that collar. It’s just a beautiful, shiny, sleek outward representation of my ownership of him. I mean I have steel locked on his cock but it’s hidden in his pants most of the time. The steel collar really is just something else all together and it gets me deep in the pit of my stomach. I could barely talk after putting it on him, just looking at him I was overtaken by how damn sexy he was and kept choking on my own words when trying to talk.

At one point he was kneeling in front of me on the couch with his face buried in my pussy. Licking my pussy from bottom to top, slurping up my juices and flicking my clit with his tongue and sucking on it as if he was giving me a little girlie blow job. It felt so fucking good to feel him between my legs like that after what felt like forever. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed him down and hard, shoving his tongue into my horny hole right as I was cumming. “I love fucking your face and cumming right in your mouth,” I told him as my pussy squeezed around his tongue gushing more of my warm wetness into his mouth.

I pushed him back on the floor and straddled his unlocked raging hard cock. It stretched me and hurt just a little, in a good way, because my pussy was so tight from what little use it’s had over the past few weeks. Not to mention just cumming seconds before. I road his cock hard and fast practically pounding him into the floor. I opened my eyes and looked at him, I saw the collar around his neck and took a deep breath. Very fluently I slid my left hand up his chest, over his shoulder and reached around the back of his neck and I could feel the cool steel of the collar. I wrapped my hand around it and could see as it got a lot more snug around his neck. That instantly turned me on as I practically had a handle while riding his cock. I continued riding him, pounding hard down on his cock, slamming it deep in my pussy. I loved seeing him looking at me so helpless as I held him in place by the steel collar on his neck.

By the time I rolled off his cock I’d cum 3 times and had rug burns on my knees. So fucking hot taking him like that. I love feeling his big thick cock filling up my pussy and pleasing me as he is denied his own pleasure. I really do love that I can use him and get off as much as I want while teasing and denying him. I love feeling his devotion for me and my control over him. I love knowing that this is something we do for each other because it’s what we both want and enjoy. He is my good boy. My locked up, teased, denied, obedient, amazing good boy and I love him with everything I am.

Even a Domme Requires Aftercare

Last night cagedmonkey and I had a little alone, adult time together. I would get into describing it but I’ll leave that to him since it focuses on me dominating him for the most part. It’s probably better that you experience that part from the receiver.

As for me, while I enjoyed last night’s acute intensity very much, I’m experiencing what I would consider one of my most severe episodes of Domme Drop (regarding length). I’ve talked about this before in previous posts and even described it here. It really is no fun. I actually have been doing very well with things and haven’t had too many episodes of drop recently and when I anticipated one I would use my anxiety meds (as decided with the help of a doctor) to combat the effects just prior to them happening. Also, since you know me and I think communication is huge, hubby and I talk about it and he helps greatly during a drop.

I really had no thoughts, with the very short time that we got to spend together, that I would even have any drop. I found out very quickly after cagedmonkey went to work that the drop, no matter how much time is spent during an intense scene, can and will happen.

The part that makes a drop hard for me is the roller coaster feeling. I’ll be fine one minute and the next my eyes well up with tears or I’m feeling anxious. I realized a lot of the feelings last night were questions, worries if you will, about cagedmonkey’s experience. I think the time drop hits me the most is when we have an intense scene and right after that hubby has to go to work. Then he gets home at 7am and it’s breakfast time for the kids and he’s gotta get to bed. There is no time to talk about the events that took place, no time to hear that he liked or disliked something, no “thank you ma’am” for dominating me, for spanking my ass or any of that. We just don’t get that time together to give me the feedback I apparently desperately need.

That’s what it is, I realized, during the scene I’m not getting much feedback because he is enduring what I’m dishing out (spanking, assplay, teasing, breath play etc) and it’s what I need afterwards. I need to know how he feels about what happened. I need to know that it was ok, that he is ok and they I don’t need to feel guilty. When it’s a rush after to get him off to work and we don’t even discuss the scene – like it didn’t happen – I begin to worry. Did he like it? Did it feel good? Was it hot for him? Did he like feeling me take what I wanted from him? Did he like me using his body to do as I please? The questions race through my head causing the ripples of anxiety. The anxiety causes my emotional down. The feelings of sadness, worry and probably even some shame need to be squashed out by the communication and feedback after a scene. It’s like I have said before even a Domme can need “aftercare.”

I wonder, do other Dommes or Tops who experience drop feel that the feedback helps them?