Bank Holiday Monday…

In the not too distant past, Bank Holiday weekends used to mean a trip to Santa Pod to watch drag racing, but being as the UK is a) not exactly the epicentre of drag racing, and b) usually wet, especially on Bank Holidays Mistress and I eventually decided that exciting as watching a top fuel dragster blasting by at 300mph is, the endless waiting around and the very small field of Top Fuel runners just made it a bit of a chore.

So this weekend has been mostly about chores, the hedge has been cut, the Rowan trees trimmed, and the lounge and dining room is half way through being painted. We’re at that scary stage now where it’s half still sandy cream colour and half oak leaf green and it’s dawning on us that we may need to buy another lamp or two.

Dark walls are cool though, because they make the doors and the pictures stand out so well. When I was a kid I had a black bedroom (cos I was METAL) and I had all these cool posters with white edges that looked brilliant, and really most of the time when we are at home it’s dark anyway so we need the lights on.

What has all this got to do with chastity and Femdom I hear you ask? Well, faaaaaaack all. Nothing has happened in the last three days, and my cock hasn’t been touched in five, so I’m afraid I have nothing that interesting to tell you. That’s not Mistress’s fault by the way, my digestion has been rather troublesome of late. ๐Ÿ™

Speaking of pains in the arse, I seem to spend far too much time checking the tumblr sites I follow. I just wish people would be a bit more selective about what they post. I only follow about six or seven tumblrs, but some of them just throw everything they find at their blog.

I hope my tumblr will be a beacon of quality over quantity, just chucking two hundred pictures up every day is not for me.ย Hopefully the tumblr thing will send a few more people here to view my proper blog though, so it’s not completely without sense.

Right, I suppose I better get back to the painting now…

A little deeper than usual… ?

Well it’s been two days since my ruined orgasm, and tonight Mistress allowed me to worship her ass. Of course, first I made her cum and then I got stroked and slapped and teased… and then she kissed me really nicely with the taste of cock on her lips and tongue.

But then she let me worship her gorgeous ass.

After she made me beg a couple of times… obviously.

It was great, and it felt like my tongue went a little deeper than usual. Mmmmm…. my cock was fucking hard!


It’s been a long time coming…

Mistress somewhat surprised me tonight, by allowing my first ruined orgasm since January!

After coming hard on my tongue, Mistress soon had me hard and was slapping and stroking me quite vigorously. I gently teased her ass with my fingertips as I often do, and soon I was feeling quite close.

The first couple of times Mistress changed tack, slowing down the strokes and sucking my cock hard, often using her teeth as well. At some point Mistress moved up the bed and started kissing me while she continued stroking my throbbing cock, the taste of cock on her mouth made my cock throb even harder than before and after a few moments of that Mistress started stroking my cock even harder.

Fairly soon I had to warn Mistress that I was getting close and fully expected her to slow down or stop, but instead Mistress continued stroking hard and fast while looking straight at me, almost daring me to cum without permission. Meanwhile, I was trying to hold back, and repeated my warning that I was getting close.

“You may cum,” said Mistress finally, continuing to stroke my cock but getting slightly slower.

It never occurred to me until this point that maybe Mistress might be about to ruin my orgasm, and sure enough Mistress timed her strokes to perfection. Stopping… then giving me one more stroke which pushed me JUST over the edge.

It felt like Mistress had built up so much pressure in my cock, that what could have been an epic eruption, instead turned into a perfectly ruined orgasm. I couldn’t believe quite how much cum was expelled and how little pleasure I was able to feel from it. Considering Mistress almost never ruins my orgasms, she sure has a knack for doing it!

It was different to all the other ruined orgasms Mistress has granted me so far, in that in the past I haven’t felt so ‘ready to explode’ beforehand. Indeed as my cum dripped out of my cock I could feel my hole body tensing up as if was cumming, almost trying to force my orgasm to materialise, but to no avail.

It was certainly frustrating, but I really love that Mistress did it, especially after so long. ๐Ÿ™‚

Lovely teasing for me…

Last night I was sitting on the sofa minding my own business when Mistress R come over to me and knelt between my legs. I wasn’t feeling that good at the time, and I wasn’t really in the mood to be teased… but it seemed my cock had other ideas. Mistress kissed me briefly and when she pulled away my cock was rock hard.

Mistress teased it with a finger, and I said… ‘Well maybe it would be okay then.’

Mistress soon had my cock out and knelt there sucking me, I can’t even remember the last time she knelt on the floor in front of me sucking my cock. I remember it used to happen a lot more often before chastity, well a bit more… but then that used to end with me either cumming in her mouth or over myself…

Mistress instructed me to open my eyes and watch her sucking my cock, it was hard not to imagine standing up and fucking her mouth, but of course, that was never going to happen! Mistress started slapping my cock and then sucked it some more. It felt wonderful and made me completely forget about the pain in my stomach.

After a while Mistress stood up and declared the end of my teasing, she leaned forward and we shared a lovely cock and wine flavoured kiss… ๐Ÿ™‚

Sadly the plan was for me to worship Mistress’s beautiful pussy this morning, but that didn’t happen, it will probably be tomorrow night now.

What to do with Tumblr… if anything?

Now that I’ve pretty much given up on the caption making (I think Harry is right, it’s done to death), every time I see a good picture or gif on a tumblr it annoys the fuck out of me that there’s no way to repost it to my blog. Actually no, pictures I can do, but videos are not possible. I’m beginning to wonder whether I need to start a tumblr myself. Or are there more than enough out there already… probably.

Despite the lack of new captions, my blog continues to grow in popularity, still not back to blogspot levels as yet but getting a lot better, I hit 1000 views a day for the first time last week and the trend is definitely on the up and up.


While we’re on the subject of numbers, nearly 16,000 people have read Girls Talk now, and it’s holding on to it’s hot rating (4.54 / 5). My previous story is also ‘Hot’ having a score of 4.56 / 5, and has been read 17,300 times. About time I started writing another story I think. Perhaps this weekend, my quiet relaxing weekend, would be a good place to start.


Friday’s are good…

Mistress got to enjoy a really hard orgasm on my tongue last night, although I wasn’t really feeling up to being teased. This morning I woke up hard and being as it’s Friday Mistress was still in bed with me, so I asked permission to stroke my cock, which she allowed me to do for a couple of minutes before telling me to get up and go to work.

Really looking forward to a nice relaxing weekend, this week has been hard work (my colleague has been off on his holidays) and last weekend turned into a job-fest. Hopefully I will get to taste Mistress’s gorgeous pussy again at least once before Monday. ๐Ÿ™‚ It’s supposed to be hot here this weekend as well, that’ll get me out of cutting the hedge!

How things change…

I imagine that for a lot of people reading this blog what I am about to say would not come as a great surprise, indeed for many it will probably resonate deeply.

I genuinely find more satisfaction in making my Mistress cum than anything else.

Of course I love being teased, I love being inside her, I love being allowed to worship her feet and her ass, I love being tied up, I love being fucked, I love being allowed to cum and not being allowed to cum. I love being made to swallow my cum and I even love being whipped… or rather I love how wet it makes Mistress when she whips and paddles me.

But nothing really compares to the moment when her muscles tighten and she starts to tremble slightly, hovering on the edge of orgasm and then the release as she tumbles over the precipice while I try to keep my tongue in place as she bucks against me. I love the way she pushes my head away and then a second later pulls it back towards her… only to push it away again when she becomes too sensitive.

I’ve always loved the taste of pussy, and I must admit I found it very frustrating in my early years that both Mistress R and my previous girlfriend where very hesitant about letting me use my tongue on them. I’m glad to say that since I’ve managed to convince Mistress that I genuinely love licking her she has become a lot more relaxed about it, indeed I think it would be fair to say that she has fully embraced it now. ๐Ÿ™‚

A glance at the Orgasm page on this blog will tell you that every single one of Mistress’s orgasms since April 2011 (bar one, actually) has been delivered by my tongue. On that occasion, I was lying next to Mistress and started using my fingers on her with a view to moving on to licking her pussy, but after a while she seemed too far into it and I thought that if I try to change tack it might break her stride (so to speak).

So I continued, and Mistress had quite an impressive orgasm. So, I thought… this would probably be a new thing, since she obviously enjoyed it so much (indeed in the early years of our relationship most of Mistress’s orgasms came from my fingers rather than my tongue) in future she’d probably want me to lick her sometimes and use my fingers others. Well, in actuality, that didn’t happen. When I broached the subject with Mistress, and asked her if she wanted me to just use my fingers, she looked at me as if I was mad and simply said ‘No’.

Not that I’m complaining you understand, I would much rather use my tongue (with my fingers) but I assumed that she might appreciate the variety. Turns out that on that one occasion when I used my fingers she just thought I didn’t want to use my tongue on her for some reason.ย Nothing could be further from the truth of course, I simply didn’t want to disrupt her when she was already well on her way.

Of course I would be quite happy to just use my fingers sometimes if that’s what she wanted, but I must admit that I wasn’t unhappy with her reaction. It was nice to be able to be nearer her and more able to watch her as she came (a beautiful sight) but I must admit I did miss the intimacy of having my face between her thighs and tasting her gorgeous pussy.

It’s quite a turn around from years ago when I practically had to beg to be allowed to lick her pussy. But then a lot has changed since then I guess… and neither of us seem remotely inclined to want to go back. ๐Ÿ™‚