Mistress R answers Miss Christina’s questions…

Q1. Now that you are growing so much more confident in yourself as his Mistress, could you picture things going back to how they were before? I know you were always close, but could you imagine going back to him jerking off when he felt like it and not having all this control of his cock and orgasms?

MR: As things stand at the moment no, I think we’re both loving it and enjoying it developing. I think we’ve come a long way in eight months and it just keeps getting better for both of us! However, if one of us did have concerns then we would talk it over because our relationship is more important to us than this and neither of us would be happy unless the other was 100% on board. But at the moment, it’s a total win!!!

Q2. Do you think you will ever deny him for a LONG time? As in 6 weeks to a few months? I am so eagerly waiting what happens if you do that to him?

MR: Who knows, before we started this I couldn’t imagine denying him for two weeks, whereas now I’m just happy to be in control and do what suits me. So you never know, watch this space. Knowing he is happy to do what pleases me gives me the option to make him wait for as long as I want.

Q3. How does it make you feel when you get him so close to cumming he is desperate beyond belief and then you just let go and know that he is there minutes longer, not being touched but struggling not to cum by mistake, and him knowing it could be weeks/months before he even gets the chance?

MR: Pretty incredible. Those moments are so intense that they make us feel really close and make me feel incredibly confident and in control.

MR: I also want to say how much I love the blog. Reading Robert’s accounts of our sessions and our time together really adds to the experience, and the comments that are left are really appreciated. The blog was also very helpful in convincing me in the early days that this was genuinely what Robert wanted.

Thirty Seven Days (written November 2011)

The darkness was almost claustrophobic. Kneeling here for what seemed like forever had taken it’s toll and I was aching to stand up, to stretch out and most of all, relax! But there was no relaxation on the cards for me tonight, that much I knew. Mistress had left me here all evening, my hands tied behind my back, my cock still locked in it’s cage, just like it had been for the last thirty-seven days…

Earlier Mistress had laid back on the bed and had me eat her pussy to a violent orgasm, it was a sure sign that something evil was playing on her mind, she always comes that much harder when she’s planning to be especially wicked, and this was a real sheet-ripper. I had no idea what was about to transpire, but Mistress was plainly beside herself just thinking about what she was about to do.

She blindfolded me and told me to kneel on the carpet at the foot of the bed, then cuffed my wrists behind my back. Then she knelt down beside me and gave me a long, luxurious kiss, tasting her sweet juices on my tongue as she reached down and squeezed my swollen balls. She pulled away then, but continued to fondle and scratch at my aching nuts.

“Maybe tonight you’ll get a chance to cum,” she said, almost giggling as she spoke. “You must be so desperate now, I bet you’d do almost anything…”

Now I was really worried. She lifted her right hand to her neck and closed her fingers around the key to my chastity belt, before lifting it to my lips.

“Kiss your key for me,” she whispered.

I obeyed, hoping and praying that she would take that key and finally unlock my cock and allow me the orgasm I needed so badly. But it was not to be. She stood up and walked away from me without a word, turning the light out as she left the room and then the house.

I don’t know for sure how long she left me, but it must have been at least an hour, probably much longer. I heard the car first, then the footsteps, then the key in the door. She was back! The relief was palpable.

I heard her walking about the house, her high heels clicking on the laminate flooring in the kitchen. But there was another sound, a heavier, duller sound that accompanied her, and I slowly began to realise that she was not alone.

My heart sank, it wasn’t the first time she had cuckolded me, and it wouldn’t be the last. But I knew that once she started fucking this guy, any thoughts of me would be forgotten, at best I would have to wait another hour or more and then she would come back to me with a well fucked pussy full of cum she wanted me to clean for her.

But today was different. A lot different…

The footsteps sounded like they were coming closer and then I heard the handle on the bedroom door. The door creaked slightly as it opened, I had never noticed that before, but in the darkness I guess my hearing had become more acute. I smelt my Mistress as she wafted in through the open door and settled herself on the end of the bed. Then I felt the floor boards moving slightly as the other person entered the room. He moved a lot of air, he must be quite a size.

Mistress giggled and then groaned as I heard them kiss and his hands sliding over her stocking clad thighs, his rough skin snagging them slightly. It sounded like Mistress was all ready to go, but she’d never fucked any of her lovers in the same room as me, why was she doing this now? And what about him, it was dark, but surely he can’t have failed to notice the blindfolded man kneeling at the foot of the bed?

I heard Mistress tell her companion to lie down and the next thing I heard was her tugging at his belt buckle. An empty metallic sound followed as she pushed back the belt and it rattled against itself. Then she pulled down his zip and eased open his jeans, pushing them down his legs and stroking his hardening cock through his boxer shorts.

She lay down next to him then, kissing him noisily as she squeezed and massaged his cock until it was rock hard. Not long now, I thought. Soon she’ll be mounting him, forcing her pussy down onto his throbbing dick and milking every last drop out of his balls. Then he’ll leave us alone and she’ll drag me onto the bed, forcing me down between her legs to make me worship her cum filled cunt until she explodes in ecstasy.

As usual my mind was full of conflicting emotions. The thought of her with another man infuriated me, but the thought of her expressing her dominance over me like this was intoxicating at the same time. As she never hesitated to remind me, it was all my fault. It was I who had instigated the whole Femdom thing, it was I who had put these fantasies into her head, it was I who had allowed her to push and push until the transfer of sexual dominance was complete. In other words, I had made my own bed and now she was going to fuck someone else in it!

Despite my frustration and anger I felt my cock hardening inside the chastity cage until the ‘points of intrigue’ bit into my turgid flesh. I winced loudly and Mistress groaned in response, sliding down her lover’s body and peeling away the black cotton of his underwear to reveal his long, thick stalk. She licked her lips as she breathed in the musk of his scent and then opened her mouth wide to allow the bulbous head of his cock inside.

I could not see any of this of course, but the lewd sucking sounds (exaggerated for my benefit no doubt) told me all I needed to know about exactly what was going on just a few feet away from me.

Despite the pain of the spikes digging into me, my cock refused to soften and continued to try to grow inside the tube until it pulled my balls forward. I was breathing hard by now, trying to ignore the discomfort that my Mistress’s evil behaviour was having on me.

I heard more rustling as Mistress pushed her friend’s jeans and underwear down around his ankles to the floor. Then she started sucking his cock in earnest. He groaned loudly and urged to suck him deeper into her throat. Mistress moaned loudly and I could hear her gagging slightly as she did her best to swallow his entire length, something I knew she would never, ever do for me.

Then, suddenly I felt her move off the bed and flick on the light. My blindfold was still in place but now a small volume of light seeped in around the edges, if Mistress’s lover didn’t realise I was here before he would certainly know now. He chuckled softly to himself, but said nothing and Mistress moved behind me to release my wrists.

“Your poor cock is so swollen in there, it must be so frustrating,” she said, with barely concealed delight.

“Yes Mistress,” I breathed helplessly.

“Well, maybe I will let you out soon,” she sighed. “Just be… patient.”

She kissed me then, and I could taste his cock on her lips. At once it disgusted me and made my cock throb still harder, causing the back-ring of my chastity device to stretch my balls even further forward. Then she reached down and clawed my balls with her long nails, moaning into my mouth as she felt me trembling, trying to cope with the multitude of conflicting emotions and physical discomfort she was inflicting on me.

After a final hard squeeze to my balls she moved away back to the bed and I heard her start kissing her lover once again. It felt good to be able to move my arms again but I knew that I must remain still and not disappoint my Mistress. I placed my hands at my sides and mentally tried to will my cock to soften, wondering just how much more of this I could stand.

More sucking and licking noises then as Mistress straddled her lover and they began an intense sixty-nine, both of them breathing heavily and moaning into the other’s groin as they pleasured each other orally. Then Mistress switched around and sank herself down onto her lover’s engorged cock. They both moaned loudly as she felt him stretching her soaking wet pussy to the max and he fought to keep control, not wanting this to end too soon.

She sat there for a few moments as they composed themselves, allowing each other to calm down a little before she started to ride his thick, hard meat. Now he was relaxed, his cock firm and strong as she started to glide up and down, squeezing his cock firmly with her strong pelvic muscles. She angled herself forward slightly and sighed blissfully as her clit started to rub against the heavily veined top-side of his cock.

“Don’t cum,” she gasped as she rode him faster and faster, grinding her aching clit against him until she felt herself spasming hard, almost forcing him over the edge with her.

She collapsed onto her hands then and sank down to kiss him, his cock still rock hard inside her sodden cunt. The fact she was kissing him so passionately with his cock still inside her made me feel sick with jealousy, but my cock still continued to throb as hard as it could manage inside the chastity device.

She reached down and slid his cock out of her and then moved so that she was laying across the bed facing me, her face just inches from his wet, throbbing cock.

“Take your blindfold off,” she said in an blissfully exhausted voice.

It took me a second or two to register what she had said and then I slowly reached up and peeled the blindfold away from my eyes. Having been in the dark for so long it took a little while for my eyes to adjust and in the meantime I felt myself squinting as I watched Mistress gently stroking her lover’s cock. It was bigger than I’d anticipated and considerably larger than my own cock.

As my eyes adjusted to the light I focussed on Mistress’s beautiful face, she looked so amazing, still flushed from her orgasm, her mouth just inches from her lover’s throbbing prick. Slowly she moved forward and closed her lips around his cock-head, her tongue flicking around the corona, tasting the deep reaches of her pussy and closing her eyes in ecstasy as she thought about what she was about to do.

It was only then that I noticed her necklace was missing, the necklace from which my key was always suspended. Where had it gone? Had she lost it? Please don’t let her have lost it! Maybe she had left it somewhere on purpose? Or… no, she wouldn’t have given it to her lover, surely? The thought made me almost panic, but then I saw it.

While I had been blindfolded Mistress had taken her necklace off, doubled it and then hung it over her lover’s cock so that it hung down beneath his large, heavy looking balls. My jaw dropped open and Mistress forced her mouth down harder onto her lover’s throbbing cock, bringing a loud grunt of pleasure from his throat. I could only see his lower half, since Mistress’s body was shielding the rest of him from view, but I knew he must be getting close to cumming by now.

Mistress lifted her head up and looked me straight in the eye, licking her lips and narrowing her eyes as she enjoyed the taste of her own juices and his meaty cock. She stared at me for a few moments, wondering if I’d noticed her necklace, and the significance of it’s position.

“Come closer,” she breathed. “I want you to watch this.”

I shuffled closer, my knees aching like hell now.

“Watch,” she said as leant forward again and ran her tongue up and down the length of his cock, stopping briefly to suck his balls, which again brought another soft groan from the anonymous guy laying on my bed.

“I want you to suck him,” she whispered.

I shook my head and pulled back slightly, but she persisted, looking slightly annoyed at my disobedience.

“I know how hard your cock is in that cage,” she said. “I know how badly you need to cum, but for you to get what you want, first I want to get what I want. And I want to see you suck his cock… for me.”

I glanced at the key swaying back and forth between her lover’s legs and swallowed hard. I had fantasized about this of course, about her making me do this for her, since I knew that was the only way I’d ever be able to justify it to myself. But now that it was happening for real, it seemed, well… real!

“Do it for me,” she whispered. “I want to see you do it, I want you to suck his big, hard cock for me and prove how much you worship me by swallowing his load… I know deep down you want to do it for me, don’t you?”

I felt my head nod almost imperceptibly, even as my mouth opened and I almost silently mouthed the words ‘I can’t’.

Mistress looked disappointed and began sucking his cock once again, her eyes never leaving mine as she searched for some sign that I would change my mind, but she saw nothing and after a few minutes she looked away and began pumping her lover’s cock hard with her fist, her lips just over the tip of his stalk.

I knew it was too late now, she was going to make him cum and I was not going to be allowed out of my cage, and that was probably only the start. I had failed her, miserably. And no doubt she would take great delight in punishing me for it over the coming weeks. Perhaps that had been her plan all along? Perhaps she knew all along that I would never be able to do as she asked, maybe that had been why she hadn’t forced the issue or threatened me, perhaps she wanted me to fail…

Suddenly I realised that Mistress’s lover was cumming, her hand pumped furiously and he groaned loudly as his hips pumped his cock towards her waiting mouth, spewing his hot, creamy load into her cheeks. It seemed to go on and on, as if Mistress was determined to drain every last morsel of spunk out of him, but eventually she stopped pumping and allowed his slowly softening cock to fall from her mouth.

She turned to me and beckoned me to come closer. I slid towards her nervously, half realising what she was about to do. She leaned forward and down to kiss me, and as I opened my mouth I felt her force his thick cum into my mouth with her tongue. I started to pull away, but Mistress gripped the back of my head and held me there as she swirled her tongue in my mouth. Despite myself, I felt my cock begin to leak pre-cum into the cage, and winced as the spikes dug even deeper into my aching flesh.

“Swallow it,” she said, daring me to disobey her again.

I swallowed the mouthful of her lover’s cum, trying not to show my distaste for what she had instructed me to do. She smiled and reached down to rub the tip of her finger along the slit in the front of my chastity cage, gathering the pre-cum I had leaked and then lifting her finger to smear it on my lips.

“I knew you wouldn’t have the strength to do it,” she crowed, her breath warm on my face. “But you will… because that cage is staying on until you do.”

Femdom session 13th November 2011…

I woke up this morning with the hardest morning wood you could possibly imagine, this despite an annoying pain in my foot (which thankfully seems to have gone away now). The temptation to touch it was huge, it would have been wonderful to stroke it, squeeze it and to jerk it until it erupted over my stomach, but of course none of that  is allowed. This is not news, it has not been allowed since April, but yesterday’s session was a stark reminder that I must try harder not to touch my cock without permission. Sure I can proudly say that I haven’t made myself cum without permission in all that time, but I still haven’t quite got to grips with the not touching part of Mistress R’s control, have I?
What can I say, it’s a tough thing to do. For most of my life I’ve been able to touch my cock whenever I want and now I can’t, of course that’s not going to be easy to get used to, is it? In fact, sometimes I do think that guys who have their cock’s ‘locked’ have it easy. Oh sure, they have to deal with the inconvenience of being caged, but having that temptation removed must be a hell of a help. Still, having worn a cage for just a few minutes I’m in no real position to judge am I? And I’m sure there’s a lot of caged guys reading this thinking ‘yeah, why don’t you try it then!’.
Anyway, I know that Mistress R is not a big fan of the idea of a chastity device, she would much rather have me learn self-control to show my obedience and submission to her, and that makes perfect sense to me. I wonder sometimes if she ever believed I would have the self-control to go this long without making myself cum, and even if she did then she must have known it would take a long time for me to get used to not even touching my cock without permission. Or maybe not. Perhaps women simply don’t feel the need to touch themselves as often as men? Hmm, a quick google suggests this may be bollocks (and gives me a subject for my next post).
Whatever, what I can say with absolute certainty is that it’s a very rare day that passes without me wanting to stroke my cock, and that has increased several fold since we started down the chastity route. Firstly because I have found that chastity has had a significant effect on my libido generally, secondly because my balls are always full, and thirdly (of course) because telling someone they can’t have something, or do something, is like a red rag to a bull isn’t it? So for me to have only touched my cock three times in three weeks seems nothing short of a minor miracle to me.
Mistress R however, sees it quite differently, or at least that is the impression I got yesterday morning when she began the session by punishing me for it. I couldn’t tell whether she was actually really pissed off with me or whether she was just playing her role really fantastically right from the start, but she certainly wasn’t holding back with the whip or the paddle as she warmed my arse! Twelve lashes of the whip for starters (I thought that was fair exchange for three touches), followed by nine swats with the paddle which left me pulling away and spitting out my thanks through clenched teeth (and I can still feel them a little now!).
After that Mistress R had me turn and face the bed where she reclined, toying her pussy with her fingers as she had me worship her feet (sadly I couldn’t see any of this as I was blindfolded from the start). Once again, like last time, Mistress R was in fine form, verbally berating me for my inability to keep my hands of my cock and telling me that perhaps since the paddle and whip still aren’t getting the message over, perhaps she would have to refrain from touching my cock completely or maybe only teasing it through my clothes, until I started behaving as she wanted me to.
She went on to remind me that I willingly gave up my pleasure for the benefit of her pleasure and that anything that happens in future will be because it is the way she wants it. If she wants to tease me every night, or not touch me for a week, a month, or longer, then that is her choice. If she decides to allow me to cum, that is because it pleases her. If she wants me to swallow it, that again is for her pleasure. Everything is for her pleasure (so fucking hot!).
She held her wet fingers in front of my face and told me to suck them clean, which I eagerly did, gaining my first taste of her beautiful pussy for five days. She pulled them away and I continued to suck her toes and kiss her feet all over, while she returned to stroking her pussy. She also suggested that perhaps as a punishment for my illegal touching she should just keep me there, on the floor, for the whole hour, worshipping her feet while she brought herself to orgasm. How frustrating would that be for me, she said. Being close to her as she came, but not being a part of it or even being able to see it.
I have to say, Mistress R probably couldn’t see it from where she was laying, but my cock was rock hard every time she said these evil things, I love it when she really gets into her role and gives her wicked side a free reign. I have long believed that Mistress R has it within her to be a wonderful, wonderful domme and every session seems to bring more and more of that out of her. I can only dream of how amazing she will be in another year or so. However, Mistress R decided not to leave me on my knees the whole session and instead had me lay spreadeagled on the bed, at which point a rather elementary mistake was discovered…
Ever since we started doing these sessions (well over ten years ago), it has been my job to prepare the room. This means fitting the PVC sheet, getting all the sex toys, lube, whips, paddles and suchlike out, making sure the room is sufficiently heated if necessary, etc… Also, it is my job to retrieve the leather cords from under the mattress (they are attached to the slats underneath the bed), which Mistress uses to attach to my wrist and ankle cuffs. It was now apparent that this part of my duties had been overlooked (never ever done that before!). Thankfully Mistress R decided not to make a big deal out of it, but told me to stay in position as though I was bound, before straddling my face and ordering my ‘Tongue out!’.
After a minute or so of riding my face, she moved down and squatted over my rock hard cock, teasing her pussy with the tip before sliding down on it. Almost immediately she lifted herself off but then decided she wanted it after all and sank all the way down, as you can imagine, it felt absolutely wonderful! Then she lifted herself off again and straddled my face once more, now I could taste my cock on her pussy too which made my poor cock even harder.
I was still blindfolded at this point and Mistress R spent the next ten minutes or so alternating between having me lick her beautiful pussy and slapping and tormenting my cock. She slapped it, and slapped it, and slapped it and I loved every second of it. She must have slapped it a hundred times, and several times she seemed to catch my balls too, which I wasn’t sure if that was accidental or not, but then she straight out delivered a slap to my balls which was definitely not accidental! It didn’t really hurt, but it made a lovely slapping noise and I loved that she had done it, because I’ve been wanting her to do that for quite a while and now she won’t be worried about doing it when she wants to.
Then she decided I needed a dildo up my ass and once that was in place she tormented my cock a little more before leaving me to stew for a while. Again she reminded me to stay as if I was bound, even though I wasn’t and told me to spend my time thinking about how much better it felt when she touched my cock than it did when I did it without her permission. She also told me to think about how good it was going to feel when she came back and let me eat her pussy and make her cum…
To be honest I was really getting a little close to the edge by now and the break was exactly what I needed to try to settle the unrest in my balls. Ten minutes of quiet reflection helped a lot and when she returned, Mistress R removed my blindfold which meant I got my first glimpse of her since the session began about forty minutes before.
I don’t know if Mistress R had been wearing any fetish clothing earlier, but now she was entirely naked excpet for a black bra. She looked gorgeous and I took the risk of speaking out of turn to tell her so. She accepted my compliment graciously and then told me to get up on my knees. Mistress R slid onto the bed in front of me and spent a short time scratching my cock, balls and perineum with her toenails before instructing me to eat her pussy and make her cum. Finally the moment I had been waiting for since Tuesday!
It was wonderful to service Mistress finally and I was so happy when she came long and hard. She got off the bed and the puddle of pussy juice left behind on the PVC sheet had my licking my lips. But first Mistress had me lick her clean, as her juices were dripping down her legs. Satisfied that I had got every drop, Mistress R ordered me to lick the sheet clean before having me roll over onto my back once more.
She stood over me, facing my feet, giving me a wonderful view of her soaking wet pussy and gorgeous ass. I so wanted to tongue her ass then, and she knew it. She lowered her ass onto my face as she stroked my cock, telling me that she was rubbing her ass on my face for her pleasure and that I was not allowed to lick it. My cock was soon throbbing hard again and she stroked it for a while, again reminding me that I needed to make a determined effort not to touch my cock without her permission. She told me that she would much prefer it if I asked her permission more often, even though she wouldn’t guarantee that permission would be granted.
Then she lowered her gorgeous ass onto my face again and told me that she wanted me to cum like this, desperate to lick her asshole, but not allowed to. I breathed in the musky scent of her ass and felt two weeks of cum bubbling in my balls, I knew I couldn’t last much longer, and I wanted so much to push my tongue into her ass, but I knew it wasn’t allowed and this produced a wonderfully frustrating and submissive edge to what proved to be a very long and intense orgasm.
I had hardly finished cumming when I felt Mistress R’s cum covered fingers pressing into my mouth. I obediently licked them clean and swallowed my cum as she scooped up more from my leg and cock, it seemed so long since I had cum this way and it felt absolutely amazing.
Well, what a way to end a week off! Mistress R doesn’t know it yet but I left a little present on her dressing table this morning for her to find when she gets home from work (hopefully that will help her overlook the fact that I forgot to place her neatly folded towels in the bathroom this morning!*), yesterday’s session was so amazing and I really just wanted to let her know just how much I value her growing confidence, dominance and love. I just wish I didn’t have to wait another four weeks to experience another hour with Mistress R in full swing, ah well. Maybe I can bring a little of her out in the meantime….

*I’m pretty sure I’ve never mentioned this on here before. I’ve no desire to be a maid, I’m not angling to start hand washing her smalls, or anything like that. It’s just a little thing I like to do, to make Mistress R feel special. Like as if she was staying in a nice hotel or something, you know… the great thing about it is it’s not emasculating, it’s just thoughtful. Most women (including Mistress R) would probably think it was a bit weird if I started putting out her underwear for her, or something like that, but towels are just towels at the end of the day. I think it’s a good way to show your wife that you are thinking of her and want to be attentive without it being linked to sex, which I think most women would appreciate and find attractive. Why not try it yourself?