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“I Need This Damn Cage Off My Cock!”

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It’s been about a week straight that I’ve spent locked in the Revenge now. Yes that means 24/7, one whole week of not even being able to see, let alone touch my cock. It’s starting to drive me a little mad, to the point of I have to say “about a week” because I can’t remember the exact day this started because it feels like such a long fucking time.

Making things worse is the timing of ML’s cycle denying me of my other avenue of release of sexual tension – pleasing My Lady’s horny pussy. Oh, don’t get me wrong, she’s had her share of orgasms. She has managed to get along just fine without me touching her pussy, which kinda rubs it in my face even more. It makes me wish I could cum without touching myself, because I really fucking need to right now.

Yesterday, ML spent the whole day incredibly turned on. We were doing what we call an “extra control” day, in which I need to ask her permission for a lot more things than normal. She also has a tendency to either say no or delay giving me what I want for just a little bit, just because she can (hot as fuck). For example, she gave me a stern look when I forgot to ask her if I could play a game on my cell phone, instructing me to do the dishes instead before I was allowed to play. Holding this type of control over me keeps her horny brewing all day long, and she unleashed it on me after the kids went to bed.

The extra control day was the result of me disclosing a couple of switch fantasies I’ve been having lately (that’s a whole other post, altogether). They were some pretty intense thoughts, and ML felt that she needed to keep her “naughty boy and his naughty thoughts” in line.

(Note: I fucking absolutely LOVE My Lady, because she made sure to let me know out-of-role beforehand that I she wasn’t really upset, and she was using the term “naughty” in a playful way. She loves hearing my fantasies, and actually requires that I share them with her. She also knew that I needed to know this in order to avoid a debilitating shame spiral. She really is the fucking best thing ever, I swear!)

After the entire day of controlling me exactly the way she wanted to, she decided she needed to complete my lesson and give her naughty boy a good spanking. She ordered me to lay bare assed over her knee and began spanking me pretty hard. The sting of the smacks built up until I was squirming on her lap after each sway. She continued spanking my ass as she worked the butt plug in and out of my ass at the same time (yes, that too… I am required to ask permission to use the bathroom during extra control days). I was moaning and writhing on the couch as the pain of being spanked mixed with the sensation of being repeatedly penetrated by the plug.

My Lady continued to spank my ass, not even saying a word. Soon, it really began to hurt and I needed her to stop. I asked…. begged her to stop, but she continued. Then I realized what I needed to do.

I apologized. I said I was sorry for being a naughty boy. These were the magic words My Lady was waiting for; she began telling me how naughty I was for fantasizing about her in the ways I did. She spanked me hard as she told me to admit that I’m a dirty little boy with a dirty little mind, and I said so without any hesitation.

Finally, the spankings stopped. She didn’t let me off her lap for just a few more moments, and it occurred to me that she was taking pictures of my nicely reddened ass for her enjoyment later.

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She certainly did enjoy them later, as she had three more orgasms as she laid back on the couch and I rubbed her pussy and kissed her, the last of which ended up being a HUGE one triggered by me shoving my finger into her pussy with perfect timing. She came hard, her entire body tensing up as she looked directly into my eyes. Her pleasure was so intense, I could feel it taking her over and flowing right from her eyes into mine. It was an incredible feeling!

We both woke up incredibly horny this morning, which prompted the title of this post being my first thought of the day. I may be getting my wish later today, as I need a shave badly… but ML has told me that I still won’t be able to see or touch my cock until our anniversary. Is she planning a “no look, no touch” grooming session?

Rough and Tender

Last night, My Lady and I were spending some time together on the couch before I had to leave for work. I was laying down and ML was laying on top of me. It was insanely comfortable; so comfortable, in fact, that I had to set the alarm on my phone just in case we fell asleep. And we did just that, snoozing for about an hour or so. I set the alarm early enough so I wouldn’t need to scramble to get ready for work. It turned out that I would need to anyway, only because ML found another use for that extra time.

After I got dressed, ML motioned for me to kneel in front of her on the couch. I knelt before her and she began touching my body, running her hands underneath my shirt and caressing my chest. Her fingertips found my nipples and began teasing them with her delicate touch. I couldn’t hold back the sounds of pleasure, and I moaned into ML’s mouth as she leaned down to kiss me. This very often fuels ML’s dominance over me, and this time was no different.

My Lady pushed me down onto the floor, straddled my body, and virtually attacked me in all ways sexually. She kissed my roughly, sucking my tongue deep into her mouth until I could feel the slightly painful tug on my stretched out tongue. She shoved hers deep into my mouth until I nearly gagged. She bit my lip gently, drawing startled yelps from me and driving her further into her sexual frenzy. She was unstoppable, and I didn’t want her to stop!

It felt incredible. I experienced so many conflicting feelings – I was excited that ML was so damn turned on. I was surprised each time she turned up the intensity, and a little shocked each time she caused me a little bit of pain. And I was also somewhat scared of what she would do to me next.

But most of all, I felt like I was being used. My Lady has this sexual energy that she needed to release, and I was her target. It wasn’t about pleasing me, teasing me, or even causing me pain or pleasure. It was about her getting what she needed, and using me to get it. Without even noticing it, I started moaning, “Oh God yes, please use me!” It felt so good to be her sexual plaything and nothing else in that moment.

After ML released the energy she needed to and began to come down from her sexual high, she turned to “cuddle mode” and held me tight against her body. I could feel the change in her body as she transitioned to aftercare. What wasn’t so clear was who needed the aftercare – although she was holding me and telling me she was there for me, I could sense that ML was a little intimidated by her behavior. I made sure to tell her that I was okay, and that it was an amazing experience. I wanted her to know that she did nothing wrong by using me like that. I didn’t want the feelings of guilt that bring on her domme drop to creep in.

And it seemed to work. 🙂 ML was able to avoid the domme drop that sometimes follows an intense scene like that, and her excitement has only grown since then. She told me this morning that hearing me almost beg for her to use me drove her crazy and made her want to use me more.

I can sense her confidence and power growing, even as I sit next to her on the couch. I feel it radiating from her. She has me home all night long tonight, and I can’t even imagine where her newfound intensity will take us.

A Long Time Ago, in a D/s Relationship Far Far Away…

As ML was riding my cock the other day, I couldn’t help but think: GOD, I WANNA CUM SO BAD.

No, that wasn’t it. Well, it was, but that wasn’t all of it. There’s a point to this post, other than the fact that I’m desperate for an orgasm.

ML was riding me in this special way, where we both say she does it “like a guy.” My legs end up spread and her legs are together between mine, and she grinds herself down on my cock. It’s one of her favorite ways to ride me, and she’s done it that way ever since the first time we were together.

As she rubbed her pussy up and down my throbbing cock, I started to think back on our relationship.

ML and I were always horny as fuck for each other from the very start. There was this one time where I spent literally all day eating her pussy in order to see how many orgasms I could give her in a day (the answer, by the way, was 37). That was part of an entire weekend we spent in a room together, pretty much fucking in some sense for every moment possible, making the whole room smell like sex in the process.

We were no strangers to kink. We dabbled in some bondage as well as some tease and denial. And through it all, ML was always the dominant one. It was natural, it was fun, and it was good. We had damn good fucking sex.

Now, our sex life has evolved into where we are today. Chastity wasn’t just a natural extension of our kinkiness, it was almost inevitable. ML was always the aggressive one, she was the one in control. I was always submissive, the one willing to serve. Chastity just makes our roles that much more defined. Orgasm denial makes our experience that much more intense.

Truly Controlled

Over the past few days, I’ve really been feeling the “enforced” part of our enforced chastity lifestyle. The last couple of days have been really rough. I’m definitely in that “I want out so badly” zone right now. I guess ten straight days of 24/7 locked in chastity will do that sort of thing.

It’s pretty much as bad as I can remember it right now. I know that I’m only about halfway to my prior longest 24/7 period, but I dunno… something about this time is just making it so difficult to deal with! My Lady has been extra physical and lovey with me lately: we’ve been cuddling naked in bed on the nights I’m home, and I’m giving her orgasms almost constantly throughout the day. I smell her pussy on my hands, I taste her on my lips. I cannot get her sex off my mind. She is also demanding more submissive behaviors from me, which I am gladly fulfilling.

I think the hardest part is how she had been telling me that she wants to unlock me so bad, to feel my cock deep in her pussy, to fill her up with my cum… join the club, ma’am! 😉 I can feel the want and desire that she has for me; it’s real, it’s not a put on. She really wants my cock. However, my subtle reminders that she can have it whenever she wants have not been successful. The cage is still locked on; her resolve is much stronger than mine would be.

But that is why she controls me: she knows that if she makes me wait just a little longer, the increase in intensity will be worth it. She knows that when she unlocks me, when my cock gets full and hard for the first time in weeks, when I feel her warm wet pussy squeeze my shaft… the longer she makes us wait, the more incredible it will be.

I wouldn’t have waited this long; I know that because my begging and pleading has been genuine for days now. I need to be released, badly… but I will only my released it when my keyholder needs it, too.

I Asked For It

My Lady has had some emotional troubles lately, as women have been known to do during that time of the month (AMMIRITE GUYS?!? *crickets*….. what?). She’s worried about doing the wrong thing and driving me away from her. Considering the staggering amount of loss she has had to deal with over the past six months, you can’t blame her for expecting it to continue. And it’s very important that I tell her this one thing:

Quit worrying about stupid shit. 🙂

Ok, calm down everyone, that’s a joke. I’m not that big of an ass. My point is that she doesn’t have to worry about doing something to push me away, because everything she does lately only brings us closer together.

Putting all the sexual stuff side (briefly; this isn’t going to be a 100% gooey emotional post, I promise), she is a wonderful wife and mother. She takes care of our family like nobody else could. She helps me feel better after a really bad day at work. She handles the kids so much better than I do. She really is the glue that holds us all together. I couldn’t ask for anything more from her.

Speaking of asking for things from her (now it’s time for the sexual stuff)… I know that, from time to time, she worries about whether or not she’s doing the right thing with our chastity/OD lifestyle. She’s afraid of me resenting her for withholding my orgasms from me. But when she locks my cock in a cage, teases me until I’m on the edge of tears, and doesn’t let me cum for weeks on end, it just gets me more hooked on her. I don’t get upset about it; I feel I should be thanking her instead!

You know, it’s funny how our brains are on the same wavelength so often. Just the other day, I was talking to someone about how happy I am with my life. I didn’t get into details because this person hasn’t been read in on the “secret lives” we live, but the feeling also applies to my sex life – it’s the best it has ever been, EVER.

Over a year ago, I asked ML for this life – for her to control my entire sexuality. I wanted this. And, to be honest, it’s been more amazing than I could ever fantasize about, because I’m living it with the woman I love. I love what she does, and I love that she gets off on it, too! Anything and everything she does makes me want her even more.

Ok, so this pretty much was a gooey emotional post, but I couldn’t help it. 🙂

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. 🙂