One small thing

There’s one subtle thing that happens in our little house. I’m not sure that the rest of the house notices it, not even Madame. Our core household is Madame, a roommate and I. We sometimes have more or less, but that’s the core of the household. The roommate is a dear friend and we’ve lived together before. In fact, I lived in her place before I ever officially lived with Madame.

In our schedules, I am typically the last person off to work in the morning. I’m the 9 to 5 person. The others tend to leave earlier. A few months ago, I started noticing that they’d leave their coffee cups wherever they last had them. On the dining room table, on the counter, on the butcher block, wherever. And I started gathering them before I leave the house. Just making sure all the coffee cups were either cleaned or in the dishwasher. No, it’s not a big thing, but it’s my way of serving my house. And yes, the other roommate is a woman – but she has not a kinky bone in her body. So while I may be serving the two women in our house by doing this small task, it is so far removed from any kind of female domination thing, but more a token of my caring for my roommates. It’s a token of friendship, affection and love that I quietly share with them. I don’t know if they notice – and they never need to. I’m happy to see their mugs scattered wherever. And I happily take care of them. I have some good people in my life and I happily take care of them.

So very tired

Last night I visited a friend in Boston to watch the game. The record length world series game. That went for 7 hours and 20 minutes in 18 innings. EIGHTEEN! This after a full day of work, then visiting, leaving him in the 14th and finally arriving home at 5:30 am. To wake at 10 and do more work (side hustle). And now I’m home and so tired.

And I feel bad. I’m missing an opportunity. There are four lovely women out in our dining room while I’m almost falling over (the chair is catching me) and missing an opportunity to serve the ladies.

This is normally something I am happy to help with. But my fatigue is making me anti-social and the fatigue is also pushing me closer and closer to the bed. So I’ll miss this chance to serve. And Madame says I have an exemption tonight, which is good and I very much appreciate. But damn, I miss having such opportunities.

But it seems like I’ll get far more opportunities come next year as Madame promises significant changes coming with the first of the year. We’ll talk more about this and she’ll let me know what she has in mind, but my life as her domestic partner will certainly be more service oriented and include much more discipline. That’s what she’s saying I should expect next year. And I’m happy as a clam to hear that.

And now, soon, shortly, I’ll be passing out in the bed, because I’m beyond tired. It’s amazing how tired I am.

Locktober, interrupted

As we have in previous years, we’re celebrating Locktober here in the Exquisite Dungeon. I was locked on the first and secure the entire time. Until an hour ago.

Locktober cock with the key lovingly diplayed.

She enjoys using me as a canvas for her creative gestures of love. Here, the actual chain and key that dangles between her breasts while I am locked.

Unlocked, but straining to get out, the a-ring stayed on through some of the activities of a lazy Sunday morning. Some trimming of the pussy, some trimming of the boy’s dangly bits and finally some time to jump in the shower afterward. She brought me to the edge with soapy hands multiple times, the a-ring causing the cock to swell painfully. She smiled at my discomfort and teasing. I knew it was making her lustful. She’d been talking about her horny state over the past few days and she almost cursed Locktober.

Finally she departed the shower, I finished rinsing, brought the towels to the laundry room wherein I find enough idle seconds to have settled to a flaccid state and able to finally remove the a-ring. My cock free, I returned upstairs to find her on the bed, waiting for me.

I grabbed a handy little item out of the bottom drawer (it’s always the bottom drawer, isn’t it?) and brought her Hitachi up onto the bed from her bedside shelf and followed her directions.

Finally I slid into “the most comfortable sex position ever” and put the tip of my cock at her entrance while she used the Hitachi on herself. She said it would not take her long and she was already well on her way to her orgasm. My cock slipped in very slowly, gradually, gently. And I knew what was going to happen. I knew exactly what would happen if I were to thrust. She lay there, bathed in sunlight on naked skin, expecting to be fucked. And I was unable to.

I was unable to fuck. She could feel the tightness of my body, struggling to maintain control of something that desperately wanted to lose control. But she would not permit it. I was her fucktoy, and if I was unable to perform, I would be ignored.

I took the handy little toy that had been warming up in my hand and gave it a very good and deep suck, making it wet and at the same time, withdrew my cock. She was startled by sudden emptiness, but soon saw what I was doing. “Oh, yes, get it in there.” she breathed. I did and immediately started fucking her vigorously with it. That is what she needed. Now quite near the top she ran headlong into her orgasm. The Hitachi grinding into her pubis, the dildo being driven by my hand deeply and quickly into her pussy. My useless cock pulsed between my legs.

She took her orgasm and grabbed my free hand with hers. Holding hands she came, I held the cock steady, she panted, I continued to simply throb.

Coming down she spoke about how she felt. About all the build up that morning. How she knew she was going to be fucking me, using me, all along, she knew she was going to use her sex toy (me) but in the end, she didn’t even need my cock. She got off while I was there feeding her pussy with the dildo, with the Hitachi on her mons and with no need to have worried about my cock even being part of it. She indeed wanted me there, but she proved that she didn’t need me there. She said that it made her feel more sadistic to have me be so useless in that way, to have her cum without actually needing my cock, but to just have her pleasure.

I can only think that this cements in her idea that while it might be fun to release me during Locktober and tease me, she certainly won’t need to release me for being able to get her off. She’s got that well in hand. And my cock can throb inside a cage or not.

I’m very happy she had a big beautiful late Sunday morning cum. It really does make a lazy Sunday that much more enjoyable. So, now I sit here, plugged, naked on the chair writing while she is clothed and preparing a bit of a noon time snack.

Sundays are pretty awesome in October and in Locktober too. Now, I wonder if it’s too late for that Bloody Mary… Might as well have a drink to celebrate an hour or three of freedom.

Documentation

Madame and I have loved being together the way we are. We’ve both been married before. We’re both divorced. We both still love our previous spouses, but the marriages in those instances were at their end. We still get along with our ex’s. In our own relationship, we’ve never felt a “need” to be married or officially coupled to each other.


But now life comes up and presents us an opportunity that is only available to domestic partners or spouses. And I find myself navigating the state website, downloading and filling out forms and having them available to present to my owner for our collective signatures before a notary.

And I find myself annoyed by the form, although I’m sure it’s less annoying than a marriage form, though it’s been a while since I filled out one of those. The form says “Domestic Partnera A:” and “Domestic Partner B:”. And it’s a fillable PDF. So I can add more words to the right of those words. But I wonder what happens if I do that and submit it. I want to write “Owner” and “Owned”. Or perhaps something else. But then I’m up against involving other (vanilla) people in our kink. But… our kink is more than kink. It really is how we live. It really is who we are. We wouldn’t be lying by adding text to it. But how would the state react? Would they refuse? And how would history judge this? I imagine that all forms will eventually be digital and somewhere in the future anyone will be able to look up this particular form and see that “Great-great-great-grandpa was an owned partner!”. It’s exciting as well as scary.

I’m pretty sure I know how this goes. We’ll leave it as it is. We’ll know what we really mean with it. And we’ll celebrate our happy selves as we want to celebrate our happy selves outside the scope of the rest of history and government bureaucracy in this matter.

On the shorter cage…

So, this weekend I locked myself Friday morning, as she is just starting a crazy three weeks of two jobs. So, while she indicated she felt bad about forgetting, I let her know it was no big deal and that it was fine for me to self lock and leave her the key. I’m away from home for the weekend and typically lock up when I’m more than a few miles away from her. This time, to test some theories, I used the shortest cage we have.

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In the late night, a plausible fantasy

Last night we had some lovely sex. We had just watched a movie and while she snoozed through some of it, she was restless throughout. She’d already seen it, I had not. She came back from the bathroom at the end of the movie and we coupled, kissing, touching, groping. She allowed me inside her and then teased me verbally the entire time. Well, except for the moments where I was able to silence her with hard thrusting, but that didn’t last long. It can’t last too long when she whispers and I’ve been denied over 70 days. But we settled into some lovely fun playful sex and she grinned at torturing and teasing me, watching me struggle to stave off the cumming that was so very close several times.

Eventually I was able to withstand even most of her whispering and was able to really fuck well, which kind of puts her off her game of teasing and she had enough. She told me so. “Enough” she said. “Down!” she said. Finally she got the right word for her dog “HEEL!” she giggled. And I withdrew. “Damn you, dog… ” she smiled at me.

We settled into bed. The two of us together, tangled, pillow, body, pillows, body, tangles of arms and legs. I was able to pet her and did so. She snoozed, I heard her breathing change, the ragged noises of sleep now coming from her. And despite ourselves having stopped fucking, I was still quite horny. I rolled onto my back, able to still pet her. With my left hand I pet her, with my right, I pet myself. My hand grasped around my cock, still wet from being inside her, still hard from our love making. I pumped it, I stroked it. I remembered her whispers and words. Soon I was near the edge and pumping harder, my balls slapping and making the quintessential jerking off noises. She stirred as I paused from my stroking.

†”Are you touching?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Not enough for you, pup?”

“Still horny, Ma’am”

I could hear her smile. “Good, pup. Good. I like you torturing yourself while I sleep. Pet me to sleep again and tease yourself for ten more minutes. Then sleep.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” And so I pet her, waited for her sleeping noises again and spent another ten minutes teasing myself to the edge multiple times while she slept next to me.

When I snuggled in behind her spooning her, my hard cock nestled between her cheeks. She roused again as I so very gently humped against her. “Keep petting me. Keep humping too.” which I did until we both fell asleep tangled with each other. Another lovely night in our big beautiful bed. Another night with my lovely Mistress still holding her virtual leash close while we slept.


†This is the point where the fantasy happens. She didn’t really tell me this, but I was stroking next to her while she slept. And I’m sure she’d be okay with my torturing myself. She’s mentioned it before. A charmed life we lead.

Snippets

This morning we are preparing the house for yet another lost puppy. I mean, another house guest. A friend who is recovering from surgery has asked for a different venue of recovery – within an eight week recovery of “don’t you dare do X or you’ll screw up the recovery.”

In an ideal world, I’d have helped Madame around the house naked and collared. But in our current situation it’s a case of just running around the house in jammies and getting things done.

But we took a moment at the end of the cleanup and moving of things to settle into the dining room. She in the comfy dining room chair, me kneeling at her feet.

“Get on your hands knees facing the plant” I did so, puzzled. “Closer” she added. I moved closer. “I like footstools closer.”

And so I was her footstool for a few minutes until the tea kettle whistled and I was directed to handle the kettle.

Just snippets of how I serve her and a glimpse at how I’d sometimes like to serve her as well. But that’s how we do it in our world. And we’re good with that.

Reminded, again and again

Most often when we’re playing with chastity, it’s because I’m away from her for a weekend or traveling to somewhere. This latest time, I was only down in Massachusetts for a day trip, but I wanted to lock up while I was away. It’s comforting to me sometimes to be locked when I’m away from her even for short duration.

Sometimes when we play its because of a social event such as “Locktober”. Lots of kinky folks play then and last year I was locked from stem to stern of that month, a complete month of lockdown. Thanks social media!

But on these short stints, like we’re on now, it makes it so that I’m constantly reminded of our chastity lifestyle. I can’t predict when she’ll unlock me so in our calendar, where I track our chastity, I find the entry that says “Dog locked” and I edit it. Another day locked, I change the end time. Another morning awakened and she leaves the house before I do? Another few hours added. Constantly, once or twice a day I update the calendar entry, increasing the record of my sentence under lock and key to her. She just discussed our chastity play in a post yesterday and we both recognize that our chastity is not “set it and forget it” – but more like “set it and remind him – again and again”. My chastity, along with my orgasm denial, is something that we play with where the reminder is part of the play. Her reminding me that she’s going to cum and I’m not. Her showing me that she broke out the hitachi yesterday while I was locked and at the office. Her driving me to the edge with her words. Her waking up while I’m kneeling alongside the bed waiting for an erection to subside. All reminders to keep me remembering that I’m under her lock and key, even if I lock myself to start the sentence.

I don’t have any idea when she’ll let me out again. I’ll just keep updating the calendar entry each day as the sentence continues on and on. And we’ll add it all up again at the end of the year again.

Not forgotten!

Sorry to the blog readers that we haven’t really written much but it invariably happens where we go off on an event which derails the writing and then we don’t get back into the swing of things. Add to that added dynamics in the house and patterns in the house have to change and adjust, so one of the things to get dropped is the blog.

We had a lovely time in DC with another 1200 of our closest kinky friends around President’s weekend, but the weather didn’t cooperate enough to allow us to do much tourist wandering, although being on the crew, the weather was absolutely PERFECT. We really do enjoy being part of the crew though it is a lot of work.

So, she and I played together, I got to spend some quality time with Lady J and we had a good time. Given our work schedules we viewed the event as more vacation time for me and was supposed to be vacation time for her as well, with some work sprinkled in. It ended up being a great time (you get the camp you need, not the camp you want), though I was terribly tired by the time we got back home.

And then work took over for us, along with life. I have no complaints. All my stress and problems are minor and first world problems.

Fast forward to March and here we are well into it. We’ve had a lovely few days together lately. She’s discovering that she enjoys Manhattans (the cocktail) and we’re adjusting our home bar to suit. I’m on a trip to NH today so have stopped in a tax free NH liquor store and stocked up for the coming weeks. A party to attend and a beautiful hotel room are in our future tonight before I play the role of Dad with one of the kids tomorrow who has an event 150 miles from home. And yep, I’m driving down there to visit him at the event and then return. Dads in divorced families may do things like this.

Our household situation has changed too. We used to be a communal house of two women and two men. Previous to that we were three women and one man. And right now Chloe is outnumbered, 3-1. And the energy in the house is… off. It’s simply not right. I thrive on the feminine energy that’s normally in the house and Chloe loves that I do. When it was a 3-1 F/m house, she would always smile and smirk at me knowing that I was in service to women all the time. I was doing all my chores not just for Chloe, but for the rest of the women too, even if they didn’t know it. And now, with the wrong energy men in the house I often get a case of the fuck-its wherein I’ll let some of the normal tasks go because the other men in the house are the cause of the mess/dirt/issue. And she’s cutting me some slack on that. She recognizes that the energy is wrong and it is at a polar opposite to how I work. I am actively avoiding the common areas of the house and retreating to the bedroom far more often than I used to. This is a temporary situation. And by the end of April I expect that the house will be back to at 3-1 F/m, perhaps a 3-2 F/M for a little while, which will be difficult – Five people in the same space will be tight – and could be tedious – but we hope the other couples work schedule will work with all of ours and not be too onerous. At the least, the very opposite energy should be out of the house by the end of March and things will get better. And if not, well, it’ll be spring and I’ll just spend that much more time camping!

But we make time for each other and perhaps the opposite energy person has driven us together in some ways. We share our own positive energy together while leaving the other energy behind. We escape to our room and snuggle in.

She has been flirting hard with me the past few days and we’ve been sharing more than just the usual FLR porn, but a combination with couples fucking. She’s been hinting at hard fucking and that’s exactly what I’ve been able to give her a few times this weekend already. It all ends up being in service to her, though I do take a delight in fucking her so hard that it makes her silent. She’s able to make me cum in seconds if she’s able to taunt me verbally, so being able to make her silent is a key skill in being able to fuck her hard and long. So I exploit that where I can. And yet, when I first head into us fucking, I’ll be the one on my knees next to the bed, lapping at her asshole as she moans and wiggles her ass in response to my oral attentions. While that’s happening my hand squeezes my cock to bring it to hardness. If she’s particularly impatient, she’ll taunt me verbally, calling me her dirty boy, ordering me to get my tongue in there. But usually she just lets me take my time, get the cock hard and then dive in deeply to spread her pussy wide open. I often long for her to be more verbal while I’m licking her, but that might end up being self defeating, right? Her words get me hard, and I fuck her once I’m hard. So if she speaks more, I get hard quicker and she gets less oral attention. Well, she wouldn’t have to get less oral attention if she ordered me to keep my face down there and pleasure her that way. Hrmmmm… something to consider.

In the past few days we’ve shared a few robust fucking sessions. This morning she reveled in my struggles to keep from cumming. She also smiled widely as I orgasmed while fucking her, still no spilling. But she also was more than happy to tease me as I came to her afterward, her hand on my stiff prick and her mouth in my ear whispering the dirty things she thinks, driving me to the edge and making me utter “Stop!” – at which time she’d smack my body somewhere.

This has been a terrible random rambling post, but it is a little bit of a flare shot into the sky to let y’all know we’re still here. Your comments and questions are always appreciated. Feel free to say hello. We do enjoy it.

Tech

I’m trying to move the blog from one location to another. It’s possible it’ll go away for a while. Hopefully not long. Cheers, folks! Wish me luck!