Posted tagged ‘Femdom’

Staying engaged

November 13, 2009

Foot jobI’ve been feeling rather flat for the last week or so. Not depressed but, rather, empty. I feel better now but I have been trying to work out why I was feeling that way. It’s not because the CB 6000 is languishing in the drawer; that is a disappointment but we are still playing with chastity and I haven’t lost hope that C will return to it eventually. I think the main problem has been that chastity seems to have become an excuse for ignoring sex.

I’m now on day seventeen of anorgasmia and, until two days ago, C and I had not enjoyed any kind of sexual contact for that entire period. Despite the fact that C can demand any kind of relief she wishes while denying me, she had, in fact, remained equally chaste. She hasn’t even demanded a foot-rub (and she’s very keen on those). I find it strange that she doesn’t take greater advantage of the situation. If the roles were reversed she would be doomed to never-ending blow-jobs!

For my part, I would normally be all over her after a week or so but I seem to have been dissociated from sexual feeling. I have been trying, for a while, to get myself properly into the mindset that C is in charge (particularly with a view to not bothering her or whining) and I think I may well have succeeded. Unless C makes a move, I’m in chastity and that’s that.

I have no idea how long this feeling would have persisted but I was thrown when, out of the blue, C asked me if I had started masturbating again. I was pretty indignant in my response but when I asked why she had asked the question she told me that it was because I hadn’t been all over her! I couldn’t believe it.

She had to go to work so we didn’t have a chance to talk about it at that point and, indeed, the matter was not raised until the next morning. C had a day off and had decided to have a lie down in the morning. I went up to see if she wanted anything and she looked so sweet that I couldn’t resist seducing her into enjoying a bit of devoted oral attention from me.

After she had come, she eyed up the rather prominent bulge in my trousers. “You wouldn’t have that problem if you were still in your cock cage” she said. “I know, but you don’t like it” I replied. “Hmm, but I quite like this” and she began rubbing her foot over the bulge. Within about thirty seconds I was groaning and ready to jump her bones. C took her foot away. “That will do I think” she said. “You can go now”.

That interlude completely shook me out of my apathy. I was (and remain) as horny as hell and it’s much better. We had a chat about the situation and I explained that, if she liked being in charge (she confirmed that she does) then she had to take some responsibility for keeping me engaged with her. The CB 6000 took some of the onus off her because the mere presence of the device was a reminder of my state and it’s clear to me that I need a reminder.

With a newly invigorated outlook, I went to read some of the blogs I enjoy on the subject of chastity and, blow me, if Thumper hadn’t posted this. It sounds very similar to the way I was feeling and induced me to write this post. I hope you’re on your way back to the good times Thumper.

Oh Fuck!

October 8, 2009

Two things have happened today.

1. We have ordered the CB 6000 from Tickleberry.

2. C has informed me that she has told one of her friends that she controls when I orgasm.

I’m going to go and contemplate my future life.

Tease and…

October 6, 2009

Betty PagePhew, it’s been a long nine days. For nine days I have been denied, spurned, neglected, bereft. Now it’s over and, man, was it worth it.

It was one of those weeks when we were both just collapsing into bed at the end of each day, too tired for anything other than a quick kiss and sleep. As the week went by, I started feeling like a little more than a peck on the lips but things just didn’t pan out that way. By the time we were hitting day nine, I was getting desperate and increasingly determined that C and I would do more than just cuddle even if I had to superglue her eyes open. Things were looking good: C made a teasing remark as she left for work and the old hormones started kicking in.

Then, at lunchtime, tragedy struck. C rang me to ask if I could take some tampons to her place of work. She thought she was about to start her period.

This, my friends, was very bad news. C has no interest at all in matters sexual when she’s “up on blocks”. I can’t say I blame her as she gets really unpleasant cramps and generally has a pretty bad time for five days. I’m lucky that she doesn’t turn into the PMT monster but it’s not a lot of fun for her.

From my selfish point of view, it was going to push anorgasmia to two whole weeks; a little longer than I had in mind right now. Oh well, it would be a test of willpower and fortitude. Mentally girding my loins, I prepared for the desert of denial.

We climbed into bed last night and I picked up my book to read for ten minutes. C’s hand crept over and her fingers gently cupped my balls. “False alarm” she said. “I haven’t started yet.”

She then proceeded to give me the most teasing hand/blow job I think I have ever had. Some time ago I showed C a video of Klixen giving one of her incredible hand jobs (NSFW) and C had decided to try the technique out. As a technique, I have to say, it’s a winner. C slowly and relentlessly brought me to the edge of orgasm then, just as I was on the very brink of coming, she looked me in the eyes, took her hands off my cock and said “I think that will do for tonight”.

I was absolutely gutted. I think I whimpered and I must have looked as pathetically desolate as I felt because she laughed and pulled me onto her. As I entered her she whispered “You ought to watch what you wish for. Next time I’m not going to take pity on you”.

It was fantastic.

A prophesy fulfilled

September 27, 2009

Stockings, mmmmm.I must be prescient. The day after writing “A natural Domme” I discovered what C had planned.

I was lying in bed contemplating an end to seven days of denial and wondering why C was taking so long in the bathroom when the bedroom door opened and a fantasy figure strode into the room. C was taking so long because she was getting changed into full-on, femdom garb.

Now, I appreciate a good cliché as well as the next man but, I can tell you, when a beautiful lady in a black basque, stockings, g-string and high-heeled shoes is standing astride you, it has a remarkable effect on the hormones and general attentiveness.

A stern, don’t-mess-with-me voice asked, “And what exactly are you going to do for me, little boy?”

I’m not going to go into the details of exactly what it was I found I could do for her. Suffice it to say that a good time was had by all. We did discover that high heels are not perfect bed wear, despite what the porn merchants would have you believe. I also discovered that I have rather more of a foot fetish than I had previously thought.

Afterwards C told me she had been looking for a black whip to complete the ensemble. I think that might have finished me off but (ahem) there’s always next time!