The Future is Coming (But I’m Not)

It feels great that, as busy as My Lady and I have been during the past week, we still find time to get naughty with each other. Actually, since we are so fucking hot and horny for one another it seems like it’s the other way around, that we somehow find time for all the non-kinky stuff we have to do in between all of the teasings (me) and orgasms (her, of course).

As ML alluded to in her last post, we’ve been working on a big project. And, considering that the cat has been let out of the bag multiple times by now (hehe), it’s not a big surprise to reveal that ML and I have been working on a solution to the “Blogapocalypse” that is looming on the horizon.

ML and I have had the thought of eventually bringing this blog to a private hosted website in order to expand the range of features we can use on this blog. It seemed to us as though the timing of this idea and the approaching emergency at Google was not just coincidence. Because of this, we decided to accelerate our plans to create our own webspace and instead use that space to create an adult blog hosting service. And, lo and behold… FetBlogger came into existence!

We will be moving Monkey in a Cage to FetBlogger over the next little bit – our posts have all been transferred, but a good portion of the links haven’t been fixed yet (also, many of the pictures need to be resized… although maybe having a HUGE pic of ML’s sexy titties isn’t such a bad thing after all). We are very excited about the ideas and opportunities that we have wanted to implement for a while now, but could not due to WordPress limitations.

I have provided links below to our blog as well as FetBlogger’s home page. We hope that our followers all find their way to our new location and sign up for email updates (we will still be posting notices of new posts here, but the actual posts will be put up on our new site).

Monkey in a Cage – monkeyinacage.fetblogger.com

FetBlogger – www.fetblogger.com

How Did Lady M and Cagedmonkey Meet?

Over the past couple days, with our marriage vow renewal on everyone’s minds, we’ve been asked multiple times about how cagedmonkey and I met and how he proposed. Of course, those questions came from the people in our vanilla life so they get the vanilla version. We met playing a puzzle/riddle game online, became great friends, met in person, fell in love and the rest is history. Well, I don’t think any one knows the real kinky story so why not take a few minutes and share with our amazing kinky friends and readers!?

It is true that cagedmonkey and I met innocently enough, playing a puzzle/riddle game online. I needed help with a puzzle one night and he happened to be there to help me. We started chatting about the game and then on to other things. We chatted more and more each day, getting to know more and more about each other. I think he loved that he was smarter and much better at the puzzles than me. 🙂

At the time I was very newly out of a long relationship and was no where near looking for a guy. I was busy being depressed and playing on the internet all day. Add that to the fact that I found out cagedmonkey was 19, I really was not interested. I tried everything I could to tell this kid I was totally bad for him. I told him I was way too sexually experienced for him, tattooed, pierced, that I had all kinds of baggage and mental issues no one would want to deal with. I tried very hard to push him away by telling him all the “bad” things about me. I told him how I was very jealous, possessive, controlling, etc. Hoping those things would freak him out and make him go away. In that first week I even showed him some nude pics of me from a porn photo shoot I did, trying to prove what a bad person I was. All those things did to him was intrigue him and cause him to be even more persistent. (Don’t ask, I have no idea what ever happened to those photos)

Fast forward to January 2000: After talking online and on the phone for months – yes we became very good friends – both vanilla and sexually, I hopped on a bus mid-January and decided to meet him in person. After a few little hiccups of where he was to pick me up and him locking his keys in his car, we finally found each other. Cagedmonkey was so nervous the very first thing he did was turn around and kiss me. Not word, but a kiss on the lips and his arms wrapped around me, he squeezed me like he’d been missing me forever. Looking back, it was an amazing accidental ice breaker. I’m pretty positive I said something like, “well… hello there!”

We walked together to his car just chatting like we’d been friends forever – we’ve always been able to talk and anything and everything for hours. Right when we got to the car he pushed me up against it and we made out in the parking lot like a couple of teenagers. He had paid for a motel room for me for the night at some cheesy motel not to far from his house. He had a basketball game to play in that night and he told his mom he’d be staying at a friend’s house for the night. I’m sure you know that’s not true. In the car, headed to check in at the motel, I might have mentioned the fact that I wasn’t wearing panties and could feel a cool breeze through a hole in my jeans. Haha so yeah, about 10 minutes after meeting me he was fingering my extremely wet pussy through the hole in the crotch of my jeans in his car.

We got checked in and went to the room and I’m sure I set my stuff down, immediately pulled his jeans down, sat him down on the bed and have him the best blow job he’d ever gotten. You’d have to ask him for sure. 🙂 After his basketball game and meeting his friends, we ended up spending one fantastic night together in that motel room. Yes, there was sex, really good sex and we slept together naked. He was the first man I’d ever slept together with naked and the last. When we got up the next morning I was standing there, getting dressed in the mirror, when cagedmonkey came up behind me, put his arms around my waist and his chin on my shoulder. He looked me right in the eye and my heart melted in that moment and I knew I was in love with this man and wanted to be nowhere else in the world but right there in his arms. That moment will forever be etched in my memory.

Since My Last Orgasm…

Today marks 3 calendar months since my last orgasm, which – thanks to Pope Gregory XIII – corresponds to a very uneven 92 days. My Lady put it into perspective for me by equating it to 1/4 of a year. Has it really been that long? Yes, it fucking has. I may not have been counting day by day, but I was very aware of my growing frustration and horniness. ML made sure of that. What’s even more amazing to think about is how many orgasms My Lady has had during this time. Considering how she averages at least one cum a day (and very often more than that), it has to be well over one hundred.

So… exactly how long has it been since my last orgasm? What has happened since that morning when I filled My Lady’s pussy with a nice load of cum? Let’s see… since my last orgasm:

I have about two weeks go to until I get to cum; ML has promised me that this is not a “Maybe Day” this time around, it’s a “DEFINIETLY Day!” It’s been a long wait, and I’m not going to lie… I’m really glad it’s almost done. I’m desperate to cum! But that’s how My Lady wants me, and that’s why we do this.

He Said, She Said/Mail Chastity: Hurts So Good?

We recently received the following comment on one of ML’s posts, specifically her post on breath control. Here is the comment from Dedicatedtoher:

Please explain to me how you can get sexual pleasure from hurting someone you love/ Where is the pleasure , the joy in hurting him? Even if he is a masochist, you have the ability to step back and say: “This I cannot do. I get no pleasure from hurting you” Your sexual thrill from inflicting pain on your husband is something I find difficult to understand. I am happy sadism does not work for my wife and I

Both of us have things we would like to say in response to this. So here is your “He Said, She Said” installment of “Mail Chastity” (or vice versa, whichever tickles your fancy).

Lady M: Thank you so much for your comment and question.  I would like to first point out that I do NOT like to hurt my husband nor do I get pleasure from it. I do love his reaction to some slight pain like pinching nipples, nails on his back or balls or even a spanking. I do believe those are all pretty common ways people create a pain sensation to get a reaction from their partner. As I said, I do not enjoy actually hurting him whatsoever. Since it is the Breath Play post in particular that you are referring to, I want to say that at no time during our play like this do I hurt or intentionally cause him pain. If that were to happen, with a misplaced thumb or something, I stop immediately and adjust. I’m actually terrified of accidentally hurting him and often cut play short sometimes. Breath play is not about pain and has everything to do with the control of his consciousness. That I do love, I love the control I have over him. I love seeing his glossed over eyes as he is slipping off into his dreamy state. That does give me a sexual charge and my crotch is instantly sopping wet and drippy. It really is not painful to experience this but rather relaxing and calm I would imagine.

I hope this helps explain it a bit and as I always say, not everyone will ever enjoy the same things when it comes to most things in life. Although… maybe bacon… everyone, except Cagemonkey, likes bacon! 🙂

Cagedmonkey: First, let me say thank you for the comment. It’s a great question, but I’d like to thank you for being so respectful. Although you may not understand or agree with the things we do, I appreciate your mature attitude towards addressing it. 🙂

I’ll start by saying that there is a big difference between “pain” and “hurt.” When ML pinches my nipples just a teeny bit too hard, that’s pain. When she leans the wrong way and kneels on my ankle or whatever, that hurts. I don’t get any sexual thrill from being hurt. Pain, yes, I find exciting. But there have been instances in the past where ML has accidentally hurt me, and we’ve stopped immediately and addressed the situation (and most likely laughed it off afterwards).

The pain itself isn’t a turn on. What turns me on is the control that is involved. ML can make me feel whatever she wants me to feel; whether that be pleasure, pain, or anywhere in the middle. I love that she can cause these sensations, and I love that I cannot fight them.

With all of that said, the asphyxiation/choking/breath play isn’t as painful as you may think it is. Again, it’s about control: My Lady controls my air supply, and along with that my ability to stay conscious. It’s actually somewhat peaceful, slipping away slowly like that. The worst thing I’d say I experience is fear as I get closer to blacking out, but I trust ML absolutely and completely.

I hope this helps shed some light on why we find this type of play erotic and exciting. It’s definitely not for everyone, but no kink really is. What works for us may not work for you. But what’s important is that it works for us. 🙂

Guess What?! We’ve Joined the Twitter!

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Follow us on Twitter @LadyM_n_Monkey

I know, it’s taken us long enough, but I finally grew a set and got Monkey in a Cage a Twitter account. We would love to have you follow us, we’d love to follow you. Not only will you be updated on blog posts, I can promise more sexy pics through Twitter, some possible real time tease sessions with your input and lots of other surprises.

Look forward to Tweeting with you!

The Chaste Sub Mindset

I must admit, I haven’t been the best sub that I can be lately.

Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t been disobedient or resistant. I haven’t been cranky or irritable. I haven’t whined or begged… too much (My Lady loves a little bit of desperation, after all!). I’ve been very giving with both my time and energy lately, doing whatever I can to please My Lady. The problem isn’t what I am doing or not doing. The problem is the reasons and motivations behind my actions.

My motivation for pleasing ML is pretty much expected at this point in my denial – I’m goddamn horny as fuck with a heaping side of blue balls. After a solid month of being teased nearly nonstop by the sexiest woman I’ve even known and not being allowed to cum, I guess I can’t be blamed much for that. But as much as ML loves the desperate state of aching horniness that I’m currently in, it sometimes works against my subby mindset. I’ll explain.

I’ve written before about how much I love to lick My Lady’s pussy. I love how she tastes, I love how her body reacts when I give her sweet kisses on her clit. I love it when she moans when I shove my tongue as far into her pussy as I possibly can. I love how her pussy walls squeeze my tongue when I wiggle it around inside her. I love how her body shudders when I swirl my tongue around her clit. And it feels great when I give her a nice, loud, intense orgasm with just my mouth.

And now here’s the problem: did you notice how many “I”s there are in that paragraph? The answer is: waaaaaaaaaaay too many.

I’ve noticed that recently I’ve been focusing too much attention on what my body needs or what my mind wants. It’s too much “me.” I’ve been asking to be unlocked a lot more often this month than I have ever before; and, although ML loves to hear me beg, I’m not so much begging but asking as if I expect a yes. Espcecially after pleasing ML in one way or another, I’m getting those “Okay, what about me?” feelings very frequently. This can’t go on.

I’ve been pleasing ML very well lately, but I’ve been doing it because I want to do it. I need to get back to pleasing her because she wants it. I need to get back to doing what she wants, not asking if I can do what I want. I need to get back to licking her pussy because it feels good for her, not because I think her pussy is delicious. And I need to get back to making her cum if and only if she demands it, not because I love to do it. I need to push my sexual needs and desires so far behind My Lady’s so that there is absolutely no question which is most important.

ML already has plans to get me moving in the right direction. After mentioning that I was off for the next two nights, she responded with this text:

Good. I’m in the mood for some ass worship. It’s been awhile since I just laid on my tummy and had you make love to my ass with your tongue.

She always knows just what I need. 🙂

The Joy of My Lady’s Orgasm

I am truly lucky to be blessed with a KH that not only seems to be horny all the time, but is also highly orgasmic. Whether I’m licking her pussy, fingering her, or playing with toys, I absolutely LOVE giving My Lady an orgasm. And I am very thankful for the multitude of opportunities I get to make it happen!

Take today for example. My Lady came upstairs to tuck me into bed this morning, and we began kissing and cuddling as we normally do. I could feel her excitement growing as my hands touched her all over; her body was pushing closer to mine and her breathing had gottern more rapid and deeper. Instinctively, I slid my hand between her legs and into her panties; they were absolutley flooded with her pussy juice. I rolled ML onto her back and began to rub her slippery pussy lips and her throbbing clit. It didn’t take long for her to start thrusting her hips up towards my hand. Soon I felt her body tense as she came, struggling to keep her moans quiet to avoid alerting the children downstairs of our naughty fun.

Later on, after the kids went to bed, ML and I shared a shower together. We were both heavily turned on once again, ML pressing her wet naked body against me, my cock straining against steel. I took the opportunity of being in the shower to give ML a nice, good squirting orgasm (always a favorite in the shower because of the lack of clean up needed). My Lady had also brought Adam into the shower with us, and after a good hard cum she wanted to be fucked. I used Adam to fuck her doggy style, holding the rubber dick where mine would be if it weren’t confined by the cage. I fucked her from behind nice and hard, my hips slapping against her ass as I drove deep into her. With no need to be quiet, ML moaned louder and louder until she squealed as she came all over the fake cock. My cock twitched in its cage in jealousy as I felt her pussy squirt some more pussy juice down our legs.

Then, just before it was time for me to leave for work, I had the chance to make My Lady cum again. This time, she was laying on the couch when she called me over as I was in the middle of getting dressed. She pulled me down and forced me to kiss her before demanding I finger her pussy until the same. I gladly obliged! I stood over her, looking into her eyes as I slid two fingers deep into her horny wet pussy. She moaned deeply as she maintained eye contact; it was so fucking intense! I fingered her deeply and firmly, just the way she likes it, and she was close to orgasm within minutes. Her body was writhing and tensing as her orgasm approached. She reached up, grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me down until our foreheads were touching. Then, My Lady looked directly in my eyes as her orgasm hit her. I could almost feel her sharing her intense pleasure with me, and I couldn’t help but moan in unison with her as her orgasm continued to flow through us both. She stood up on shaky legs and I stood up with a painfully constricted penis.

It really is a joy for me to be able to give My Lady such wonderful pleasures. One reason is because she looks God damn fucking sexy when she is cumming, but it’s not only that. My Lady and I share an incredible bond, a bond that is emotional and spiritual as well as physical in nature. ML understands that I will not be experiencing the pleasure of my own orgasm for quite some time, so she is gracious enough to share her pleasure with me through this bond. When she looks at me like she did on the couch, her eyes locked with mine as she reaches that height of pleasure that I cannot reach, I truly feel her giving me that energy. It is a special gift that I chersh every time, and it makes me want to give it right back to her over and over.

And over.

And over…. and over…..   🙂