New chain

Madame requested a chain from which to hang her key for a recent milestone in our relationship. She received it. And yet, it was too short. She likes wearing my key around her neck, but the 20″ chain she already owned was too short – as it put the key very high up and too prominent. The 24″ chain I bought her put it lower, but not low enough. It would have to be the only neck jewelry she could wear and she’s usually more decorated than that. So the 24″ chain I got her for the milestone was too short, but she likes it nonetheless. I ordered a 30″ chain which arrived Friday. Sadly, when I ordered, I sent it to the Post Office. WTH was I thinking? I don’t know. But I left work, skipped out to the post and came back with a nice new 30″ chain. This puts the key deep into her cleavage, enough so that people MIGHT see it, but not necessarily. And it gives her the option to keep the key very close, but not quite in people’s faces.

Of course, there’s a part of me that enjoys her wearing it right where everyone can see. And anyone can ask “What’s that key for?” and she can either tell them or not. But if the 30″ chain means she can wear the key more often, I’m fine with that. I’m more than fine with that. I wonder if she knows that many keyholders wear the key around their ankles…

And my little fantasy brain sometimes takes us to places where she’s wearing the key very obviously, we’re at a bar together, and some man hits on her, asks her what’s the key for and she tells him. And invites him to her bed… But… is that a fantasy only? Or is it a reality I want? Like many, I’m not sure how I’ll feel if/when it happens, but it’s certainly very arousing to think of.

Oops, surprise!

Madame and I spend part of our weekend at a “friends of the family” home, a gorgeous place. Expansive, gorgeous, tasteful. We had a good time. The bar was also expansive and I, having been up early, was the first to go to bed. A bit drunk, but still feeling very owned by my lovely woman, locked up by her, the key dangling in her cleavage all night long, I proceeded to take the proper spot that her dog should take when retiring first. I took at pillow and blanket and lay on the floor.

Turns out that Chloe was rather impressed with our lodging and paraded some of our other inebriated family and friends through said room before SHE went to bed. Puzzled, they found a sleeping dog (me) on the floor. Chloe explained it away issuing forth that “Oh, he must have been confused and thought $FRIEND was staying in here with me… ” which could have made some sense. Never mind that a collared, chastity bound, otherwise naked me was underneath the blanket, snoring away while his liver worked out all the details of the night, from the bourbon to the gin to the vodka and everywhere in between. Nevermind that there was plenty of other bed or futon lodging available as well.

Chloe later came to bed and I did my promised duties as she pulled me up into the bed and we slept together.

I just wanted to wait for her before assuming the bed. It seemed a logical place for me to wait. I never expected a tour group in the bedroom. They all know about our kink, but I think they weren’t entirely sure of where it goes. And this was just one place it went. On the floor. I’m not really embarrassed, but I hope that none of the other folks are embarrassed either. It’s never my intention that our kink spill over to make anyone feel uncomfortable.

Close to the edge

Last night was an absolutely lovely night. I worked hard at the office, worked hard at home, but I also enjoyed half a beer, which was nice. Still on my way toward losing the weight, but taking some pleasure along the way. And after all, beer is bread and bread is essential. Well, sort of.


We had a good evening and I ran some errands, but we ended up in bed and I did my cleaning of her, as usual, but then I lingered around her bottom longer. Again, she lay on her belly and left side, her right leg bent a little and my head rested on the inside of her left thigh as I kissed her ass and rubbed her back. I did this for at least 20 minutes, if not a half hour, all the while my cock strained, full and hard. She sent a signal for her to join me and found her balls in her left hand, she squeezed them very hard, almost making me orgasm with the first squeeze. “I was thinking about fucking that cock, but you’re probably useless to me, aren’t you?”

“Probably so, Ma’am.”

But in the end, it didn’t stop her. She rolled to her back and we assumed “the most comfortable fucking position in the world” and I entered her. Several times as she would raise her hips I would pull my cock out, or I would simply say “stop stop stop!!” as she started grinding. Eventually, there were enough close calls, enough times where the edge was reached, that I was able to safely be inside her for a moment or three. I also did some math problems in my head. Yes, it’s true, I wasn’t thinking entirely of my Mistress while she fucked me. She continued, I did my best. “1,576, 1,583, 1,590… ” and yet eventually she brought herself up to an orgasm, so beautifully and she tilted her pelvis just slightly, rubbed against the head of my cock, she uttered “Good boy!” and this sent me right up to the very edge of the cliff and I pulled out uttering a reply of “NO!” as I was so very very close to cumming. To spilling it all. To changing the odometer from 98 to 0. Because yesterday was day 98. Tomorrow is day 100. And last night was an orgasm for my Mistress that she said I “robbed something from her… ” for which I feel so very bad.

The denial thing is lovely. It’s fun. We have a great deal of fun with it. But I do confess that the way it puts me on edge and makes me not be able to fuck her in the way that she deserves is one of the hardest parts of it. She deserves to get a good cock to be able to fuck her hard and long, but when I’ve been denied, and when she whispers anything to me, it sends me so close to the edge and risks pushing me over.

I know last night that the bucket spilled over into her. It’s not unusual. It’s not terrible. It helps to take some of the edge off of the sexual peak and allows me to be in some way useful to her as a cock-wielding man. But damn does it take a while to get to a safe place. And sometimes it still leaves me very near the edge.

Tomorrow will be 100 days since we all had leap day. I bet you didn’t know that. But I know it. Very much so. And I feel bad that Madame had part of her orgasm taken away from her, absolutely. But I wasn’t going to let the accident happen and turn that odometer back to zero. That would have been far worse, especially as we start packing for camp, where I’m hoping she might let me spill, somewhere in the realm of over 112 days or more. Or perhaps she won’t. I still don’t know. I still think it may have to do with whether I make my weight loss goal. But we’ll find out before the end of the month. Day 99. Whew. Remind me to post about the whole counting and big numbers thing. I’ve wanted to post about that too.

“I like that”

Saturday morning, I was up early for some reason, perhaps the swollen cock in the tube had something to do with it. Madame woke up for a pee and went back to bed, insisting I come pet her back to sleep, which I did. I snuggled in and she groggily asked “Did you ever fall back asleep after you were kneeling by the bed?” I indicated that I had, but then was awakened again later by the same thing and never went back to sleep. She squeezed my balls and said “I like that.”

She has grown to enjoy my being in chastity and I in turn love that. Chastity certainly isn’t much fun when practiced alone, though the masturbatory fantasies surrounding lockup certainly can fuel the fires of a solitary person – I get that – believe me I do. But it’s so much better with two (or more!) people involved in the game.

Nekkid May!

So, Nekkid April was posted, I think, but Nekkid May – not so much! I might have tweeted one of these already, but I’ll continue with the posting of them, because I know some people don’t twitter and, well, this is already blathering far beyond 140 characters!

Nekkid on the rocks

Nekkid on the rocks




This was taken off a small trail in an area that’s a land preserve. It’s so nice we have these little tiny spaces of land where people can explore and get a little bit of naked time – well – if those little places are deserted, like this one was. I like this image because I can actually see progress on the weight loss I’ve been working on. Compared with the image I see of myself every morning, which is from the front, this one let’s me see the image of me from the back and side, which actually cuts a nice figure. I need to lose more, but I’ll get there, I am sure. :)

Full frontal nekkid on the rocks

Full frontal nekkid on the rocks

And of course the second image is one in which I show that I am, indeed, locked up and for this stint of time, it was almost a week of constant lockup, as I was house sitting and away from my Mistress, so she wanted me locked, and so it was. I think she enjoys seeing me display the pictures of me locked, knowing how deeply she actually owns me, far beyond a metal tube, but then, that kind of ownership doesn’t need a metal tube, does it?

Nekkid June promises to provide lots of opportunity for nekkid, as we have CAMP! We’ll show up early for our kinky camp, set up the place, play at the place, tear it all down and if the weather cooperates, we’ll get lots and lots of naked time. I’ll have a wonderful tan by the end.


Bad day to good night

The other evening (Perhaps Wednesday?) Madame and I settled into bed. It had been a rough day for me. A terrible start (weigh in showed I hadn’t lost a thing), a busy as fuck day at the office (normal now) and a difficult ending, as my volunteer work has not been showing the fruit of its labor lately, as a meeting showed. I was pretty down by the time we got to bed.

It was one of those days that makes you feel less good about yourself. Nothing tragic happened, but tragic is usually fully out of your control. This was a day of long term, within-my-realm-things showing losses and that’s hard to deal with. Or at least, it let’s you know you’re human and fallible. And nobody likes to be reminded of that.

That night, we went to bed, watched an episode of something on TV and I did my evening devotional, as we’ve come to call it, wherein I clean up the “clean shaven folds” (to steal a phrase from Mick) and any other areas down within the panty world, and we snuggled into one of our comfy positions. This is usually her on her belly, her left hand holding my balls. I’m on my left side snuggled up against her. It’s far more comfortable than it sounds.

She asked “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

I thought briefly and asked “Can we fall asleep with me inside you?”

I could hear her smile as she said “Yes, we can do that, pup.”

She moved to her back, slid toward the middle of the bed and I went perpendicular to her. I made her and I both wet with my mouth and hand, then slid gently into her. Her leg wrapped over me and pulled me in as I slowly fucked deeper and deeper just until I was all the way in. At the moment I was all the way in, she kicked her leg to push me in and I knew that something was about to happen.

All the emotion of the previous day, today and the tenderness of our evening together really hit me. My body completely exploded in sensation. It was like an orgasm, but less from sexual stimulation and more from mental and emotional stimulation. I was so very full of love and compassion, so high on our togetherness and coupling, just high on being with her, right then, inside her and I had a first – an emotional orgasm. I say that not knowing if someone has coined it and it means something for others, but for me, it wasn’t as sexual as it was emotional. And it was good. Oh, dear $DEITY, was it good. It was like a “tantric” type orgasm (no cumming), a little bit of my cock spilling over into her and just intense waves from head to toe of pleasure.

L Position

The “L” position. AKA The most comfortable and lazy sex position in the world.

She too was turned on, so it wasn’t just me. I settled down a little and she put her hand to her pussy, rubbing her clit. Her leg pulled me back into her. I was pleased to find that I could fuck! I had a big beautiful hard on still and could fuck her – and fuck her I did. She rubbed her clit, I pinched her nipple and I fucked her right back. And she had a big fabulous orgasm, squeezing and grabbing at my cock. After, she reached her right hand out to me and I licked her palm. She praised me “Good boy… Good, good boy!” And I wagged my ass. And I fell asleep.

This was a short nap and soon I was awake, as she needed to move from the position. I asked her “It’s a little wet in there, shall I clean you up again, Madame?” and she replied “Yes, please do, dog.” I moved up to do so, giving her access to my cock and balls. She squeezed my balls hard as I licked her. That first tongue swipe dove deep into her and grabbed a big taste of myself and her. I swallowed, I licked, I cleaned, I caressed her beautiful lady parts with my tongue. I knew I had leaked into her and I knew I had just cleaned some of that up, which always puts me in a state of deeper submission. And I was one happy and content dog.

Now lying up against my lover as the big spoon, my hand on her breast, my leash in her hand, we fell asleep. Certainly a far better ending to my day than the beginning.