tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339905232024-03-07T16:21:15.501-05:00The Edge of Vanilla<i>"I don't have multiple orgasms, but I am known to be a carrier."</i>Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33990523.post-21033485106287041602010-12-31T23:59:00.000-05:002010-01-19T21:22:32.564-05:00WelcomeYou are probably here because you clicked on a Comment I left on another blog.<br />
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Or perhaps a web search, most likely involving the terms "chastity", "orgasm denial", "male chastity" or "chastity device", pointed you here.<br />
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Welcome.<br />
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I don't use this blog, at least, not with any regularity. But despair not!<br />
This is pretty much just a mirror for the anecdotes and fiction that I've posted on my <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/">main blog</a>.<br />
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For more details and links to various blogs and resources on sexuality, intimacy and relationships, and of course, the <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/the-stories/"><span style="font-style: italic;">hot chastity porn</span></a>, please click the link to: <b> <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/" title="When you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you...">The Edge of Vanilla</a> </b>Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33990523.post-74601328572334028612010-02-27T15:00:00.000-05:002010-02-27T15:00:00.888-05:00Time and Punishment: Some dynamics of male chastity in marriageI often get emails from people asking whether or not Mrs. Edge and I have a chastity contract, or some kind of agreement as to how long I will be locked up. And often, they seem surprised when I explain that we don’t. That’s because we, um… we just don’t. We don’t have a contract, nor do we use games of chance, dice rolls, random numbers, or a dartboard, or even some kind of point system. Yes, I suppose this makes us boring and unimaginative, but that’s how we roll.<br />
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Partly, we can’t be bothered with rolling dice, or keeping track of days, or doing all the accounting with the points and demerits that some people like to use. Sure, if it makes denial fun for them, then that’s great. For us, it’s just a hassle. We’ve got enough things to keep track of. I mean, I can barely remember to get to the bank and the dry cleaner on the weekend.<br />
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But mainly, we don’t have a contract because Mrs. Edge thinks that if we’re going to play with this, then it should be <em>totally up to her</em>. Enforced chastity is a power exchange; Mrs. Edge thinks that a contract, or a dice toss, or a lotto pick takes the power away from her. Even a point system creates an obligation on her part, should I reach a particular goal. “Hey, I’ll have 100 points after I wash your car; that means you’ll have to let me out tonight!” My point is when we decided to explore this, the thing that made it hot for <em>both</em> of us was to give her 100% of the decision making power. I never know when she will allow me out, or allow an orgasm if she does. It might be a couple of weeks, a month, or several months. But it’s up to her, and that’s how we like it.<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><i>Read the rest of the story at <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2010/02/26/time-and-punishment-some-dynamics-of-male-chastity-in-marriage/">The Edge of Vanilla</a> on Wordpress.</i> </div>Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33990523.post-29224535610678599182010-01-19T21:21:00.000-05:002010-01-19T21:21:54.155-05:00Ahead of Time“You’re going to be locked up for a long time,” she said casually.<br />
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She was laying against my side, her fingernails tracing lines up my thighs, stomach, and chest. We had just made love, and were basking in the afterglow. Well, at least <em>she</em> was basking; I hadn’t come — nor had I for the past couple of weeks — and was still aroused.<br />
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“I know you don’t like to know ahead of time when I’m going to let you out, but I just wanted you know that it’s going to be, well, a long time. We haven’t played at a <em>really </em>long term in a while, and I was thinking that I wanted to try it again.”<br />
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I failed to suppress a whimper, and she looked up at me. “I hope you’re not complaining,” she admonished. “I mean, I unlocked you at the end of the summer, and you spent all autumn free as a bird. Winter’s almost half over; in fact. I can’t remember when you’ve had so much free time.”<br />
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It was true; I’d been unlocked for months, but it wasn’t exactly a Roman orgy around here.<br />
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“Yeah, but what with both of us getting the flu, plus the holidays, work, and all that, we barely had any sex at all, so it’s not like I’ve been running wild,” I explained. “I mean, for a couple of months, we even thought there was something in our water, since we just couldn’t get excited.”<br />
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She shrugged, and lay her head back down on my chest. “Anyway, since I’m going to lock you up tonight, I wanted to spend some quality time with you; it’s going to be the last time that your cock is going to be free for quite a while, and I had to get enough of it to keep me motivated.”<br />
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I whimpered again. Despite not having as much sex as I would have liked, I had certainly gotten used to touching myself whenever I felt like it, and feeling her warm ass as we lay spooning, and of course, being allowed to come pretty much every time we <em>did</em> have sex — as infrequently as it had been. And although we keep talking about long term denial as a fantasy — a really <em>hot</em> fantasy for both of us — the fact is that it’s been quite a while since we played at that, and I wasn’t totally looking forward to actually <em>doing</em> it. Sure, I knew it was only a matter of time before she wanted me back in the chastity device, but as the weeks seemed to slip by, I just fell out of the groove.<br />
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Until tonight. . .<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"><i>Read the rest of the story at <a href="http://draft.blogger.com/%E2%80%9CYou%E2%80%99re%20going%20to%20be%20locked%20up%20for%20a%20long%20time,%E2%80%9D%20she%20said%20casually.%0A%0AShe%20was%20laying%20against%20my%20side,%20her%20fingernails%20tracing%20lines%20up%20my%20thighs,%20stomach,%20and%20chest.%20We%20had%20just%20made%20love,%20and%20were%20basking%20in%20the%20afterglow.%20Well,%20at%20least%20she%20was%20basking;%20I%20hadn%E2%80%99t%20come%20%E2%80%94%20nor%20had%20I%20for%20the%20past%20couple%20of%20weeks%20%E2%80%94%20and%20was%20still%20aroused.%0A%0A%E2%80%9CI%20know%20you%20don%E2%80%99t%20like%20to%20know%20ahead%20of%20time%20when%20I%E2%80%99m%20going%20to%20let%20you%20out,%20but%20I%20just%20wanted%20%20you%20know%20that%20it%E2%80%99s%20going%20to%20be,%20well,%20a%20long%20time.%20%20We%20haven%E2%80%99t%20played%20at%20a%20really%20long%20term%20in%20a%20while,%20and%20I%20was%20thinking%20that%20I%20wanted%20to%20try%20it%20again.%E2%80%9D%0A%0AI%20failed%20to%20suppress%20a%20whimper,%20and%20she%20looked%20up%20at%20me.%20%E2%80%9CI%20hope%20you%E2%80%99re%20not%20complaining,%E2%80%9D%20she%20admonished.%20%E2%80%9CI%20mean,%20I%20unlocked%20you%20at%20the%20end%20of%20the%20summer,%20and%20you%20spent%20all%20autumn%20free%20as%20a%20bird.%20Winter%E2%80%99s%20almost%20half%20over;%20%20in%20fact.%20I%20can%E2%80%99t%20remember%20when%20you%E2%80%99ve%20had%20so%20much%20free%20time.%E2%80%9D%0A%0AIt%20was%20true;%20I%E2%80%99d%20been%20unlocked%20for%20months,%20but%20it%20wasn%E2%80%99t%20exactly%20a%20Roman%20orgy%20around%20here.%0A%0A%E2%80%9CYeah,%20but%20what%20with%20both%20of%20us%20getting%20the%20flu,%20plus%20the%20holidays,%20work,%20and%20all%20that,%20we%20barely%20had%20any%20sex%20at%20all,%20so%20it%E2%80%99s%20not%20like%20I%E2%80%99ve%20been%20running%20wild,%E2%80%9D%20I%20explained.%20%E2%80%9CI%20mean,%20for%20a%20couple%20of%20months,%20we%20even%20thought%20there%20was%20something%20in%20our%20water,%20since%20we%20just%20couldn%E2%80%99t%20get%20excited.%E2%80%9D%0A%0AShe%20shrugged,%20and%20lay%20her%20head%20back%20down%20on%20my%20chest.%20%E2%80%9CAnyway,%20since%20I%E2%80%99m%20going%20to%20lock%20you%20up%20tonight,%20%20I%20wanted%20to%20spend%20some%20quality%20time%20with%20you;%20it%E2%80%99s%20going%20to%20be%20the%20last%20time%20that%20your%20cock%20is%20going%20to%20be%20free%20for%20quite%20a%20while,%20and%20I%20had%20to%20get%20enough%20of%20it%20to%20keep%20me%20motivated.%E2%80%9D%0A%0AI%20whimpered%20again.%20Despite%20not%20having%20as%20much%20sex%20as%20I%20would%20have%20liked,%20I%20had%20certainly%20gotten%20used%20to%20touching%20myself%20whenever%20I%20felt%20like%20it,%20and%20feeling%20her%20warm%20ass%20as%20we%20lay%20spooning,%20and%20of%20course,%20being%20allowed%20to%20come%20pretty%20much%20every%20time%20we%20did%20have%20sex%20%E2%80%94%20as%20infrequently%20as%20it%20had%20been.%20And%20although%20we%20keep%20talking%20about%20long%20term%20denial%20as%20a%20fantasy%20%E2%80%94%20a%20really%20hot%20fantasy%20for%20both%20of%20us%20%E2%80%94%20the%20fact%20is%20that%20it%E2%80%99s%20been%20quite%20a%20while%20since%20we%20played%20at%20that,%20and%20I%20wasn%E2%80%99t%20totally%20looking%20forward%20to%20actually%20doing%20it.%20Sure,%20I%20knew%20it%20was%20only%20a%20matter%20of%20time%20before%20she%20wanted%20me%20back%20in%20the%20chastity%20device,%20but%20as%20the%20weeks%20seemed%20to%20slip%20by,%20I%20just%20fell%20out%20of%20the%20groove.%0A%0Ahttp://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2010/01/17/ahead-of-time/">The Edge of Vanilla</a> on Wordpress.</i> <br />
</div>Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33990523.post-10748719718737876412008-05-26T20:47:00.002-04:002009-09-19T06:23:24.930-04:0053 Days"So, how many days has it been, now?"<br />
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I brushed away a fine hair that had been tickling my nose and thought for a moment. "Fifty three days so far," I answered. She had one leg over my shoulder, and I planted several small kisses along her warm thigh, my other hand idly caressing her belly and waist.<br />
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I felt her hesitation.<br />
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"I, uh, have some bad news," she said after pausing for a few seconds. "I have to go to Kansas again."<br />
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"Oh, dammit. Don't even tell me. . ."<br />
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"Yeah, it's going to be late next week," she replied, almost sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I just didn't have any control over when Marketing was going to ask for new staff training."<br />
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I knew that there was nobody else available to go, but I was still disappointed. "You know, you promised only sixty days this time," I said reproachfully, hoping to rub in a little guilt. "By the time the weekend rolls around it's going to be sixty four days."<br />
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"Oh, come on," she replied, "that's only five percent extra. After two whole months, what's another half a week?"<br />
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"Yeah, well, I don't see <i>you </i>not coming for two months. Let's see how you'd react if I told you you'd have to go for <i>four </i>days, let alone sixty four."<br />
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She disentangled herself to get off of the bed and pad toward the bathroom. "Maybe I could mail you the key at the beginning of the week."<br />
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I snorted, "Yeah, right. And have it get lost like that other time? No, thanks."<br />
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The sound of water tinkled around the door. "Hey, maybe you could leave it with somebody," I called out. "Preferably somebody cute, kinky, or both."<br />
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"You son of a bitch," she sputtered, "you'd love that, wouldn't you?" Walking back into the room she threw a towel at me. "I think you're missing the point of having your cock locked up."<br />
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"Yeah, somebody cute <i>and </i>kinky," I mused aloud. "How about that cute blonde that works with you. You know, with the big rack. What's her name. . . Chris?"<br />
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I didn't hear my wife's answer because she was beating me over the head with a pillow. All I was able to make out sounded like, "You bastard! I'll get you for that!"<br />
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The conversation seemed to go downhill after that.<br />
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It wasn't until Thursday that she brought it up again.<br />
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"So, I gave it some thought," she said between bites of salad and grilled salmon, "and I thought that maybe it was a bit unfair to ask you to wait an extra four days, especially since I'm not going to be around."<br />
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"No, don't be silly," I responded, sprinkling a little more balsamic vinegar on my salad, "Not having you around might actually make it easier for me. And what the hell, it's only four days."<br />
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She shrugged. "Okay, whatever. I'll tell Chris not to bother."<br />
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The clink of my fork falling to the plate made her look up with a sly smile. "This wine is good. Have we had it before?"<br />
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"What did you say?" I asked slowly.<br />
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"The wine. Have we had this before?"<br />
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"Aauurrgghh! No, about Chris! What the hell did you do?"<br />
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"Oh, it's nothing. I just asked Chris at work about holding the key. You remember Chris, right? Tall, blond hair, works out at the gym. . ."<br />
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Oh hell, I thought. I hope that she didn't tell Chris what the key was for. She wouldn't do that. Would she? Damn, yes she would.<br />
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"Oh my freakin' God. You <i>told </i>somebody you've got me locked up? Are you out of your mind?"<br />
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"It was your idea, you big jerk. I told Chris that I had a key for a lock that you would be interested in opening, only for one day. You'd have to give it back the next day. Now, stop hogging that wine and pour me another glass."<br />
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I put my head in my hands. Oh my freakin' God, one of her friends knows. By next week, her whole freakin' office was going to know that she keeps my cock locked away, only letting me out once in a great while.<br />
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"Oh, and by the way, I mentioned that part of the deal was that you had to be especially nice to Chris if you wanted the key."<br />
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I looked up. "Especially nice? As in, if I weren't nice I might not get the key?"<br />
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My wife nodded, smirking.<br />
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I groaned.<br />
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"I'll get the dishes tonight, honey," she said to me in mock sympathy. "Go take a shower and lay down, you look a little pale."<br />
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"Umm. . . about Chris," I began. It was Saturday night; we were in the bedroom and she had almost finished packing for her Sunday flight. "What exactly did you tell her?"<br />
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"Her?" she asked absent-mindedly. "Oh, Chris. Are you still worried about that?"<br />
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I nodded. "Of course I am."<br />
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Smiling she asked "Have you been worried about that for the last few days? Gosh, and all this time I was thinking that you'd enjoy the chance to have some fun with my cute friends. After all, it was your idea." She pushed me back onto the bed. "And since I'm not going to be around, Chris will determine whether or not you can be unlocked after I get back. Oh, and Pat, too."<br />
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"Pat? Who the hell is Pat?" I demanded.<br />
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"Why, it's Chris's partner, of course," she reminded me, "Don't you remember them from the summer picnic?"<br />
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"Oh, sure," I lied. For crying out loud, there's a bazillion women working for this company, I can't keep track of all of them. "Umm. . . so, by 'partner,' you mean that Chris is. . ."<br />
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"Is gay, yes." she finished. She smiled a little too sweetly. "You don't remember them, do you?"<br />
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"No, no, of course I remember! Blonde, tall, Chris. Big rack. The one who's got a partner named Pat."<br />
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She eyed me narrowly. "You don't remember Chris <i>or </i>Pat, do you?"<br />
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"Sure I do. From the summer picnic, right?"<br />
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She hit me with the pillow.<br />
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Hmm, I thought. All I have to do is be "especially" nice to a couple of her cute friends from work? And if they work out at the gym, they must be at least in halfway decent shape. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.<br />
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Knowing that we would be apart for the rest of the week, my wife finished up her packing first thing in the morning so that we'd get to spend some quality time before she had to leave for the airport. She teased me by being as vague as possible about the things that I'd have to do for Chris, telling me only that it was entirely up to me as to whether or not I'd be allowed to come - and how. I told her that I still felt a little disappointed; after having been denied for two months, I'd much rather have an orgasm with her - it's generally much more fun.<br />
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"Generally?" she sneered, "You're just digging yourself deeper and deeper, aren't you?"<br />
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That probably explains how I ended up naked and tied down to the bed. My wife kneeled over me, the key to my chastity device hanging tantalizingly from a chain around her neck.<br />
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"So, before you go, are you going to tell me what the deal is with Chris?"<br />
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She looked down at me, grinning evilly and lightly scratching me with her nails. "Why, does it really matter?"<br />
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"Uhh. . . doesn't it matter to <i>you</i>?" I asked.<br />
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She shrugged. "The other day I told Chris that you would be very anxious to get this key. But after thinking about it for a few days, I decided that this might be a good test to see how badly you <i>really </i>want to come."<br />
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Frowning up at her, I asked "Are you serious? What about your promise to let me out in sixty days?"<br />
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She shrugged again. "I changed my mind. I was thinking that this would take us into a new level. 'Push the boundaries', isn't that what you always say?"<br />
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I shook my head in disbelief. "What are you saying? How long are you going to keep me locked up?"<br />
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She tweaked my nipple, making me gasp. "That will depend upon you." She put her finger over my lips and continued, "See, that's the 'pushing the boundary' part. If Chris tells me that you've been. . ." she paused to consider a moment, ". . . <i>cooperative</i>, then I'll be more inclined to allow you to come after I get back. If you're not cooperative, then you'll continue to be locked up."<br />
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"But. . . for how much longer?"<br />
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"Until you're . . . more cooperative, I guess," she finished.<br />
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This wasn't too bad, I thought. It sounded like my wife was expecting me to be very accommodating to one of her friends. Chris sounded like a hot number. Hmmm.<br />
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"Okay, what's the catch?" I demanded, suspiciously.<br />
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"Whatever do you mean?" she asked sweetly.<br />
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"It sounds like you've given Chris carte blanche with me for the rest of the week."<br />
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She nodded. "That might be a good way to put it," she replied.<br />
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"But, what if she wants something intimate? Like, you know, sex or something?"<br />
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She smiled. "You're locked up, silly, remember?"<br />
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"Well, what if she wants oral sex?"<br />
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"<i>She? </i>You mean <i>Chris</i>?"<br />
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I nodded, not liking the grin fixed on her face for the last few minutes.<br />
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"Oh, no problem. Chris <i>loves </i>oral."<br />
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This sounded too good to be true.<br />
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"Uh, that means that I might have to, er , you know. . . " I looked up at her, hoping that she'd catch my drift.<br />
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"Are you asking for my <i>permission</i>?"<br />
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I nodded again.<br />
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"Chris is my friend, so I'd expect you to be as . . . <i>accommodating </i>as possible. Of course, if you want to continue to be locked up long after I get back . . ."<br />
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I relaxed and tried to repress my smile.<br />
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She leaned over to give me a long, passionate kiss, her warm breasts pressed against my chest. I moaned with desire, my cock stirring in the plastic cage. After a moment she pulled away and cupped her hands around my swollen balls. She flicked a finger against the device, and swung her legs over the side of the bed.<br />
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"I've got to get leave," she said simply, and quickly put on her blouse and skirt. I watched as she slipped into her shoes and walked toward the bathroom.<br />
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"Hey," I called after her, "what about me?"<br />
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I started as the doorbell suddenly rang. She reappeared from the bathroom and walked toward the door. "What about you?" she called back over her shoulder.<br />
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"Are you going to just leave me here?" I whispered<br />
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Apparently so. I heard her walk down the hallway and open the door. I heard some low voices, and then footsteps coming back up the hall. Oh shit, I thought, she can't be bringing somebody in here <i>now</i>, could she? I tested my restraints, but they held fast.<br />
<br />
My wife walked back into the room. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, and grabbed her bags, and wheeled them back down the hall. A pause, then the low voices again and more footsteps back up the hall.<br />
<br />
She popped back into the room, shrugging into her jacket. "Honey, I've got to go." She grabbed the CB-3000, my arousal making it stick out from my body. "But since you're already tied down and excited, I thought it would be a shame to let all this testosterone go to waste." She walked back to the door and motioned.<br />
<br />
A moment later, her two friends came in.<br />
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Both obviously had spent some time working out at the gym. One was a tall blond. With a big. . .<br />
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Shaking my head, I started pulling against the chains that held me down.<br />
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"Honey, you remember my friends <i>Christopher </i>and <i>Patrick</i>, don't you? You know, from the summer picnic?"Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33990523.post-80679590920293421752008-03-24T18:09:00.000-04:002008-03-24T18:11:07.101-04:00Not the Usual Anniversary Present - 8<p><a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/05/17/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-1/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/05/17/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-1/">Part 1</a>, <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/05/24/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-2/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/05/24/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-2/">Part 2</a>, <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/06/07/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-3/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/06/07/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-3/">Part 3</a>, <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/07/06/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-4/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/07/06/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-4/">Part 4</a>, <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/08/02/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-5/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/08/02/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-5/">Part 5</a>, <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/08/31/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-6/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/08/31/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-6/">Part 6</a>, <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/12/03/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-7/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/12/03/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-7/">Part 7</a></p> <p><b>Week 31</b>: Something changed for the both of us.</p> <p>For the next few weeks after the night that she tied me down, her libido seemed to increase. After having gotten accustomed to the once a week oral or strap-on sessions, it was a pleasant surprise to have her after me three times a week. Even though she refused to let me out, I felt my own libido responding in kind as I took her with the strap-on or spent a half hour with her thighs wrapped around my head. I'm not sure what inspired her, but I decided to enjoy it while it lasted.</p> <p>One night I mentioned casually, "I don't get it. Usually when you're in the mood, you're willing to take the damn cage off of me."</p> <p>"Well, it's only been a week or so, hasn't it?" she replied lazily. While I attributed her lack of precision to the fact that her thighs were wrapped around my head, it didn't bode well. Usually she's good about keeping track of the days.</p> <p>"No, it's been <i>five </i>weeks now, and I'm really having a hard time."</p> <p>"Hmmm. Only a month and already you're complaining? I should make you go for another month just for that." Her fingers tightened on my hair and she pulled my face back between her legs. "In fact" she added as I resumed licking her wet mound, "I'm thinking that it's time to take your training to the next level."</p> <p>I managed to lift my head a bit. "Training? What the hell are you talking about? This isn't training, it's denial! You expect me to be happy coming once a month?"</p> <p>Her legs tightened around me, pulling me back into position. "Right now, I think that you're going to be happy coming whenever I let you, be it once a month or once a year."</p> <p>"Once a year?" I exclaimed, "I can't do that - that's crazy!"</p> <p>In answer, she held my head down with her hands and lifted her hips. I got the message. I resumed my slow licking and sucking, all the while listening to her talking - more to herself than to me - about my "going for some really long term training." The more she talked to herself, the more aroused she became, until soon she was bucking and thrusting her hips so much that I could barely keep up.</p> <p>Afterwards, she laid across my chest, relaxing. I was still aroused, of course, but not painfully so; somehow being able to give her so much pleasure enabled me to sublimate my own arousal.</p> <p>"Umm, about this 'training' you mentioned..." I began, "It sounds very erotic and all that, but I barely get to come once a month as it is; besides, you're always saying how much you prefer my cock to the dildo. It's not going to be easy for you to do without, you know."</p> <p>I was hoping to talk some reason into her. She looked up at me.</p> <p>"I'm sure it's going to be hard for a while," she smiled.</p> <p><b>Week 34</b>: I find that I've lost track of the time.</p> <p>People talk about "lifestyle" this or that, without really having a conception of what it's like to <i>live </i>24/7 with something. Oh sure, they do it for a week, maybe a month, but for most of us, exploring some alternative sexuality is more of a <i>vacation </i>from real life, rather than becoming part of real life itself.</p> <p>I don't remember when it changed for me. At one point the idea of wearing the cage every day was exciting; even the frustration of being denied an orgasm for a week or two was arousing in a way. Eventually, though, the reality slammed home - I wasn't ever going to have as much sex as I wanted; or rather, I was never going to have as many orgasms as I wanted. It took a while to work through the frustration of not being in control of my cock, to have to forgo the pleasures the joyful consummation of lovemaking. I developed a love-hate relationship with the steel cage that I built - I was proud of how well it contained me and how secure it was, but hated having to wear it.</p> <p>When my wife began keeping me locked for longer and longer periods, I found myself so grateful for the times she released me that I didn't mind going back in right. Eventually though, even <i>that </i>pleasure was mitigated by her decision that I should clean her with my mouth and tongue immediately afterward. When we discovered a good strap-on harness and dildo for me to wear, it was almost a mixed blessing - I was unlocked even less frequently, but at least I didn't have to humiliate myself as often. And I realized, that's what it was - humiliation; I was willing to promise anything for those ten seconds of glorious fireworks.</p> <p>But at some point a few months ago I realized that I had gotten past even that, and became almost perversely proud of my ability to hold out without begging for relief. Once every month? I could handle that. But two months? Three? I tried to put the thoughts out of my mind. Fortunately, my wife really enjoys intercourse, and we both knew that the strap-on, although pleasant, just didn't quite have the same feel. Maybe it was the angle, or the shape of the head, or how it was situated on my hips. Sooner or later, she was going to let me out. She had to, right?</p> <p><b>Week 36:</b> Silly me – I was supposed to be enjoying this.</p> <p>A few weeks later I came home early and picked up the mail. There was a small package addressed to her from a company that I recognized as an adult products mail order house. I was curious, but couldn’t figure out a way to open the package without leaving a trace. I left it on her dresser. Later on, after she had come home, I saw that the package was gone, but she didn’t say anything about it. That night, I mentioned it when I was giving her a foot rub.</p> <p>"Oh, it’s just a little something that I thought would be interesting for us," she replied mysteriously. “You’ll find out on my next day off," she said simply, and dropped the subject.</p> <p>Her next day off was in two more days. Eagerly arising, I fixed her some coffee and toast and I hopped into the shower while she ate. I realized that she didn’t give me the key before I took my shower, but she sometimes likes to tease me by letting me think that she “forgot". I slipped into the bed, and she was already waiting for me.</p> <p>"Here, eat me," she commanded, holding my head in her hands. I proceeded to lick her gently. “No, harder," she said, “make me nice and wet."</p> <p>I thrust my tongue into her, drawing it up her clit in long, firm strokes. She came quickly, bucking her hips. “Oh, that was so nice. You don’t know how much I’ve come to appreciate your tongue these last few months."</p> <p>"It seems like you <i>only </i>appreciate my tongue," I complained.</p> <p>"Oh no," she assured me, “I love your cock inside me, too. It’s just that it’s such a hassle to unlock you, let you out of your cage, and then lock you back up again." She pushed me onto my back. “That’s why I have something for you," she explained, "that is, for <i>us</i>".</p> <p>Reaching under her pillow, she brought out a realistic - a <i>very</i> realistic - looking dildo.</p> <p>"Oh my God," I exclaimed, "that's <i>me</i>!"</p> <p>She nodded. "I told you that for our anniversary I wanted something different, remember? Did you figure out that I had made a cast of your cock last month? I had it made into an extension for you."</p> <p>"It’s a penis extension. You want me to put this on?" I asked, incredulously, “I won’t feel a thing!"</p> <p>"It's not just an extension," she explained, "This is made from the best 'cyberskin' for a squishy, yet firm feel."</p> <p>Handing it to me, I saw that the front end was solid, but the other end was hollow. I squeezed it - the tip was amazingly lifelike. I saw the familiar veins and ridges - holding it almost felt like holding my own cock. No, it felt <i>just like</i> holding my own cock - just not attached to my body.</p> <p>"It's meant to fit over the end of your chastity cage," she continued, "you'll be able to wear this when I want some of your nice cock inside me."</p> <p>Looking it over again, I said, "If you like my cock so much, then why not just unlock me? Why do we need an extension? "</p> <p>"Silly," she replied, “of course you wouldn’t need one - <i>normally</i>." She took the extension from my hands and leaned in close to my face. She gave me a deep kiss and whispered “But we don’t have a <i>normal </i>arrangement anymore, do we?"</p> <p>She sat astride my legs and rolled the hollow part up like the end of a sock. Then she placed it over my cage and unrolled it. It fit perfectly, and the tight rubber held it firmly in place. I could see the outline of the steel cage at the base, but otherwise, it looked like I had a full erection - my <i>own </i>erection.</p> <p>"Oh my," she said as she stroked it, “it feels so lifelike. I’m sure it will feel as good as it looks, too." Quickly she positioned herself over it and lowered her pussy onto the shaft. I could feel pressure, but no warmth, no friction.</p> <p>"Hey," I complained, moving my hips, “what the hell are you doing?"</p> <p>She was already pressing her hips to mine in pleasure. “Ooh, honey, it feels just like yours. So nice and deep, too." She continued to grind her hips onto mine. I reached up to her to fondle her breasts and waist, to hold her ass. I knew we were fucking, but I couldn’t feel it. This was worse than wearing a strap-on, worse than anything I could have imagined. The feeling was absolutely maddening, and I began to pump my hips frantically in order to feel something – anything.</p> <p>"Oh, yeah, just like that," she mumbled, oblivious to my own frustration, “I can feel the bumps from the cage inside me, it’s wonderful!" She leaned her head back and shuddered softly as she came. “Oh, that was nice. Much better than having you just stick some old dildo inside of me. I wish I had known about this months ago."</p> <p>She dismounted and lay down next to me, pulling me on top of her. Hoping that this was a temporary distraction, I carefully thrust into her. She was so wet that I, that is, my extension slid in effortlessly. Her legs immediate wrapped around my own, and I proceeded to pound into her, half in lust, half in frustration. Before long she was biting my shoulder and pushing her own hips hard into me. We fucked this way until I lost count of how many times she came. Finally she seemed to relax, so I pushed her onto her side so that I could enter her from behind. My wife just closed her eyes and gripped my hand as I plunged into her, filling her deeply. I still couldn’t feel anything but some slight rubbing and the pressure on the ring around my cage. I had hoped that in this position I could make my balls rub on her thigh enough to stimulate me, but after a few minutes it was obvious that there was no way that I could come with this extension on. My wife, however, had no problem coming, and did so a few more times before she asked to get on top again.</p> <p>I started to complain, but she reminded me that the week before I had come without permission, so I had to accept my punishment. She seemed to get excited by telling me this, and she came quietly. She placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned forward to kiss me. I was a wreck, of course, but she placed a finger on my lips.</p> <p>"That was wonderful. It felt so real, because it's just like you," she said contentedly, "and there’s no danger of you coming before I give you permission. Wouldn’t you say that that is a <i>good </i>thing?"</p> <p>"Umm. . ."</p> <p>"And it's so easy to put on, just half a minute to get you ready, and we don't have to bother with the straps and getting things in just the right position, like with the strap-on. That's a big plus, isn't it?"</p> <p>I nodded, unsure of where this was going, but sure that they weren’t going well.</p> <p>"And I kind of miss just being able to have a quickie, don’t you?"</p> <p>Still unsure, I nodded again.</p> <p>"I’m glad you feel that way, because I was thinking that lately I might not be too tired to have a nice fucking at night. I miss that, don’t you?" For emphasis, she ground her hips into me.</p> <p>Again I nodded – this really was <i>not </i>sounding better.</p> <p>I've wanted to have more sex at night," she continued, "but the problem is that it’s such a hassle to unlock you at night. Then you’re too excited anyway, and you either try too hard to hold back and it breaks my rhythm, or worse, you come too fast, and that’s not fair to me – especially since when I punish you, I’m only punishing myself. Don’t you agree?" She squeezed my balls firmly.</p> <p>"Umm, yes. . . er, no. . . er . . "This was looking bad again.</p> <p>She silenced me with a kiss. “But now we can have sex whenever we want. With this nice extension, we could have a quickie, and there’s no unlocking, no cleaning up, you can fuck me for as long as I want, and I’ll never have to worry again about you getting overheated. And best of all," she continued, "it's just like you, so I'll never miss having you inside me! Doesn’t that sound like a great idea?"</p> <p>"A great idea for who?" I asked with my heart in my stomach.</p> <p>"And to think that this is all because you wanted a little teasing for your birthday a few months ago. Thank you, darling, for a present that is giving me so much pleasure to give you." She leaned down to kiss me again.</p> <p>A <i>few? </i>It had been almost <i>eight months</i>! This was looking decidedly bad. “Um, you mean that we’ll use this to have a quickie, or sometimes at night, and on your days off we’ll still unlock me so I can get some action, right?" I nudged her again, “Right?"</p> <p>She looked down at me, smiling.</p> <p>"Silly," was her only reply.</p>Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33990523.post-64731387160146094712007-12-05T16:01:00.000-05:002007-12-05T16:10:06.266-05:00Back in the saddle again<p>Well, not exactly in the saddle. We're not into pony play.</p> <p>Yet.</p> <p>I'm back into something <i>else</i>, though. Wanna see?</p> <p>A little bit ago I wrote that the whole frenum piercing thing just didn't work out well with regard to using it with the CB3000. The barbell often pinched my skin in the cage, especially when I got aroused, and the lack of room made it difficult to keep clean, resulting in several infections during the year. I could never wear it for more than a couple of days at a time, which didn't sit well with the increasingly kinky Mrs. Edge, who over the last couple of years developed a fetish for longer (much longer) periods of orgasm denial.</p> <p>For <i>me</i>, that is.</p> <p>Anyway, a couple of months ago I <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/10/16/out-with-the-old/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/10/16/out-with-the-old/" title="Out with the old...">removed the piercing</a> and let the hole close up. That it did so with something approaching the speed of a nano-black hole was also annoying. However, there doesn't seem to be any permanent scarring, and all's well that ends well, right?</p> <p>Knowing that Mrs. Edge was going on a short business trip this week, it was motivation for me to dig out theCB3K and fix some minor things so she could have something to think about while being away. These devices have ventilation holes at the top and bottom; unfortunately, the top holes allowed my skin to swell out rather painfully, so I had filled them in with epoxy. The epoxy yellowed and became loose, so I replace it with tiny bars of acrylic that I shaped and super-glued over the holes. It keeps the skin from swelling through, but allows some air flow and water for cleaning.</p> <p>Yeah, it's gear-head talk, but chastity is not an exact science.</p> <p>I put it on on Friday morning, and ended up wearing it all through the weekend. Family, work, and other obligations kept us from enjoying any intimate time, although we did manage about 10 minutes to look at the new CB6000 model online. It looked that she was going to head off to the mid-west without our getting an opportunity for sex, but Monday night we both managed to get to bed at about the same time. While she was in the bathroom, I donned my strap-on harness and warmed up her favorite dildo (which she calls my "<i>other </i>cock"), and lay in bed waiting.</p> <p>She crawled in, and after a few minutes started moving her hands around. She felt my other cock and said "But what if I didn't want this one? What if I wanted your real one?"</p> <p>"That's fine with me," I told her, "in fact, even better, since I haven't come since last week. I was just warming the other one up so you could have the option."</p> <p>We began to make out a bit, and then a bit more, which was nice because for the last few months it seems like we've only had time for quickies. A short while later I was lying on top of her, my other cock pressing against her mound and my cage pressing against her ass cheeks. She indicated that she would like some lube, and I reached into the bedside drawer for the heavier stuff that I use for my other cock. My other cock is very lifelike, but the thinner lubes sometimes aren't enough lubricity to last and will sometimes leave her a little bit chafed.</p> <p>We settled into her favorite position: missionary, with my hips pressed tightly against hers, angled slightly upwards to allow the curve of my other cock to massage her sensitive spot inside. I have learned to enjoy this position myself, because when I'm not focused on the six inches of sensitive meat, the rest of my body needs some extra sensation. I continued to kiss her while maintaining long, slow stokes, and it wasn't long before I felt her legs tighten around mine and felt her arch her back slightly. Obviously the idea of me back in the cage warmed her up pretty quickly.</p> <p>She smiled mischievously. "That damn piercing," she complained, "wasted a whole fucking year on that."</p> <p>I felt badly about this, and told her so. I mean, it was my idea, after all.</p> <p>She indicated that I should shut up and to keep fucking her.</p> <p>A few minutes later, she came again, a little harder than previously. She opened her eyes and told me "You know, I should <i>really </i>make you pay for that mistake. Do you realize I'd almost forgotten about this?" I smiled.</p> <p>"Pay?" I asked, "Like, deny me for a while?"</p> <p>"Yes," she replied as I continued my slow thrusting, "like, a <i>long </i>while." Her breathing grew deeper and faster.</p> <p>"It was over a year that I tried to make it work," I reminded her, "maybe you need to make up for lost time with me. Would you make me pay for a whole year?"</p> <p>She closed her eyes tightly and nodded. A few short moment later her long nails were digging sharply into my ass and she was pressing her hips up to meet mine. A short moan, and suddenly the look of intense concentration on her face turned into a relaxed grin. She opened her eyes and smiled at me.</p> <p>A quick, mini-fantasy had just played itself out in her head. I wouldn't mind, but I'm convinced that she has stronger orgasms when she thinks about keeping me locked in for longer periods. I checked this morning, my ass <i>still </i>has scratch marks. "I really was going to unlock you, but now I think I'm going to make you wait until I get back."</p> <p>"But... but..."</p> <p>"It's really because you do such a good job with your other cock, you know." She tweaked my nipple and laid back. "It's late, and I think I'm done for the night."</p> <p>I asked her if she wouldn't mind sitting astride me for a couple of minutes. I love this position because I enjoy seeing her body - even more now that all the exercising has given her a nicer shape. She complained a little, but pushed me over and slowly lowered herself onto me. My cage was pressing against her ass, and I could feel her warmth through the plastic.</p> <p>We talked for a few moments, she asked me "If I took off the cage and told you that you had only two minutes to come, could you do it?" I nodded. "Two whole minutes? Sure thing."</p> <p>"Well, how about <i>one </i>minute?"</p> <p>"Umm, yeah, I think so," I replied, not liking where this was headed.</p> <p>"What if I took it off and said 'You've got twenty seconds to come, and then the cage is going back on'?"</p> <p>"Oh, that's totally unfair," I protested, still aware of her weight on my hips, "I train myself so hard to not come quickly, and then you try to sabotage that by telling me it's the only way I'd get to come?"</p> <p>She laughed softly, and rocked her hips back and forth.</p> <p>"You know," I confessed, "I sometimes do have fantasies about you teasing me for a long time, stroking me, keeping me right on the edge..." "Yeah?" she asked, her eyes closed, concentrating.</p> <p>"And then, right at the very end, just when I'm about to come really hard..."</p> <p>She closed her eyes and leaned forward slightly as I moved my hands from her breasts to her shoulders, and down to her waist.</p> <p>"... you suddenly stop touching me as I come, just letting it spill out, ruining it."</p> <p>She tensed briefly, frowning in concentration, and I pulled her hips down to meet my own. She let out a breath, sighing, and her body relaxed. She leaned forward to lay against my chest. No question that she was now <i>really </i>done for the night.</p> <p>"You don't mind waiting until I get back, do you?" she asked, sleepily.</p> <p>"No, I'm good. I thought I'd be begging to come, but I'm actually feeling pretty satisfied right now," I assured her. "Thank you for getting on top for that last bit, I really enjoy looking at you." And truthfully, being able to spend some time close both physically and emotionally really did make me satisfied.</p> <p>She whispered a goodnight and turned on her side. I got up to remove and clean my cock, and to apply some lube to help me sleep through the night. A few minutes later I was back under the warm covers, spooning against her back.</p> <p>In the morning, just before she left she noticed me rummaging through the kitchen junk drawer, looking for some masking tape.</p> <p>"What do you need that for?" she asked. In response, I handed her a pen. She watched as I removed the emergency key to the lock from my keyring and wrapped the tape around it. I gave it to her, and she signed the tape, knowing that if I tried to remove it in order to unlock myself I'd rip the tape and destroy the seal. She dated one side and, displaying some good humor, drew a couple of little hearts on the other side. She took her own key and put it in her purse.</p> <table class="mceVisualAid" style="width: 194px;" align="center"> <tbody><tr> <td class="mceVisualAid" style="background: transparent url(http://picasaweb.google.com/f/img/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat scroll left center; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; height: 194px;" align="center"><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/taomlin/WinterChastity?authkey=wR9PPU7lMU0" mce_href="http://picasaweb.google.com/taomlin/WinterChastity?authkey=wR9PPU7lMU0"><img src="http://lh5.google.com/taomlin/R1a6YpVVdUE/AAAAAAAAAbk/BxLaLeomddw/s160-c/WinterChastity.jpg" mce_src="http://lh5.google.com/taomlin/R1a6YpVVdUE/AAAAAAAAAbk/BxLaLeomddw/s160-c/WinterChastity.jpg" style="margin: 1px 0pt 0pt 4px;" height="160" width="160" /></a></td> </tr> </tbody></table> <p align="center"> </p> <p align="center"> </p> <p>You can see my jumble of keys with the picture of the taped key. Clicking the above picture will bring you to an album with pictures of me wearing it. NOT SAFE FOR WORK or in the same room with younger family members.The camera adds ten pounds, of course, but anyone who's seen my pics from last year can see that I've toned up quite a bit since then. </p><p>And even though she said something about "waiting until next week," I have no idea if she really means it. At this point, I don't know when she'll next let me out.</p>Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33990523.post-43482735795229414222007-12-03T18:40:00.000-05:002007-12-03T18:45:33.213-05:00Not the Usual Anniversary Present - 7<p><a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/05/17/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-1/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/05/17/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-1/">Part 1</a>, <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/05/24/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-2/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/05/24/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-2/">Part 2</a>, <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/06/07/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-3/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/06/07/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-3/">Part 3</a>, <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/07/06/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-4/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/07/06/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-4/">Part 4</a>, <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/08/02/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-5/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/08/02/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-5/">Part 5</a>, <a mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/08/31/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-6/" href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/08/31/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-6/">Part 6</a><br /></p> <p><b>Week 18:</b> My week long birthday fantasy seemed to have turned into a permanent arrangement.</p> <p>One night she happened to notice me rubbing some cream on the exposed area of my cock, and dabbing a little under the ring. I had long stopped trying to get myself off this way, since in the past it has only led to frustration, a sore cock, and lots of wasted cream; but I found that a little lubrication at night helped ease some of my discomfort. When she offered to help me, I was eager to have her lend a hand, so I lay back on the bed while she massaged the cream around the cage. Her touch being much better than my own, I was soon moaning in pleasure, fervently hoping that she wouldn’t stop.</p> <p>My wife poured then poured cream on my balls, and massaged them with one hand while she rubbed my caged cock with the other. I tried not to let her see how excited I was so that she wouldn’t stop. Unfortunately, I couldn’t keep from thrusting my hips up to meet her strokes. Eyes twinkling, she squeezed my balls more firmly, knowing full well what effect that would have on me.</p> <p>"Please, please let me come," I begged, "I'm so close… mmm. "</p> <p>"I don’t know," she replied slowly, "you don’t seem to enjoy it when I let you come with this thing on."</p> <p>"Oh, we can take it off, can’t we?" I was becoming frantic.</p> <p>"No, I don’t think that’s a good idea," she said, but kept rubbing and squeezing. "I don’t think that you should get to come so easily. Besides, I’m sure you won’t even enjoy it."</p> <p>My mouth was almost too dry to speak. "Yes, yes, I’ll enjoy it, I promise. Please, don’t stop, it feels so nice, oh please oh please …oh oh oh… uunhh..."</p> <p>The next thing I knew, I had a few short spasms and the come just dribbled out of me. As usual, it wasn’t enough to abate my desire. My wife seemed fascinated by watching my cock leak all that fluid, and kept prodding it. Finally it stopped coming out, leaving a small pool of come on my stomach.</p> <p>"Not very much," she commented, "you used to shoot so much of it, remember?"</p> <p>I nodded, remembering how she often gave me hand jobs and I would end up with come as far up as my pillow, or sometimes even the wall. Apparently she remembered that, too.</p> <p>"No, not very much anymore, I’m afraid," she said, shaking her head, "Poor honey, just can’t shoot if you can’t get it hard, can you?" She bent down to give me a kiss. "Oh, by the way," she added, "I don’t remember giving you permission to come, so I hope you realize what this means."</p> <p>Damn it, I thought to myself, probably an extra week until she lets me out again. Ignoring the pained expression on my face, she just draped a towel over me and left the room.</p> <p><b>Week 21:</b> My frustration started to give way to resigned acceptance.</p> <p>At some point I began to realize that I was going longer and longer between unlockings. While our frequency remained pretty much the same for lovemaking, it seemed like she found one excuse after another to avoid letting me out, so that lovemaking sessions invariably became exercises in frustration for me. Yet I still woke up each morning spooning her, my caged cock pressing against her round ass. Or I'd rub up against her in the kitchen, or pop into the shower with her to feel her naked body against mine. I began to take pleasure in having her rub other areas of my body - my ass, my thighs, my chest. I didn't stop looking forward to my now-infrequent orgasms, but I learned how to become <i>almost </i>satisfied with our long make-out sessions.</p> <p>My wife, I'm sure, noticed this because she taunted me a little less frequently about not coming, even though we seemed to indulge more frequently in mutual kissing and fondling. She even once remarked that I didn't ask as often to be released from the cage. I had a few moments of confusion over this; was I really becoming more satisfied without coming? Having fewer orgasms didn't sound like such a good thing to me, but at the same time I no longer watched the calendar like I used to. Was there something wrong with me?</p> <p><b>Week 26:</b> An unusual turn of events. </p><p>For a while I wondered if my not paying attention to the calendar meant that I was losing my sex drive; over the last few months I'd gone from being allowed an orgasm each week, then every other week, and now it was about once a month; even less frequently when she decided that those involuntary emissions counted. Yet each time we crawled into bed together, I certainly felt randy and aroused, even when I knew I wouldn't be unlocked.</p><p>One afternoon there was a package in the mail. My wife just smiled when she saw it, but wouldn't tell me what was inside. That night, she told me that she was going to unlock me, but that I had to promise not to come until she allowed it. I readily agreed to be tied to the bed - hell, I would have agreed to be tied to a porcupine if it meant a good orgasm for me - and she carefully fastened my wrists and ankles to the straps at the corners of the bed. She unlocked the cage and carefully worked it off of my cock, stiff with anticipation. She made me squirm as she cleaned it with a warm washcloth, and then went into the bathroom for a few moments. When she returned, she had removed her clothes, and was holding a large towel. She placed the towel over my face and told me to remain quiet. I heard some unfamiliar noises, then what sounded like rummaging in a shopping bag, and the tearing of paper. A soft "pop" and then I gasped as she worked warm lotion over the head of my cock, letting it dribble down the shaft. </p><p>Whatever she was rubbing on me had a warm, tingly feeling, almost like menthol but without any scent that I could detect. Soon my cock was sso completely engorged with blood that it was almost painful. </p><p>"Doesn't that feel nice?" she asked me. </p><p>I nodded, then realizing that she might not be able to see my face under the towel, I moaned a "yes" to encourage her to keep rubbing. Soon I realized that my hips were rising up to meet her firm strokes, and I felt myself making little noises in the back of my throat. </p><p>"Such a nice shape," she mused, "I think that you're about as hard as I've ever seen you." </p><p>I moaned again in agreement... and then in frustration as she took her hand away. She said nothing, but I heard some fumbling with containers, and a few seconds later I felt a sensation around my cock, almost like warm dough. She pushed and squeezed, shaping something around my cock, all the while whispering encouraging words and fondling my balls. </p><p>"Try to keep still for a few minutes, okay?" she asked. For emphasis she wrapped her fingers around my balls and gave a firm squeeze. I felt her fingernails trace a path around my stomach and chest, taking care to pinch and tweak my nipples. I bit down on my lip to keep from twisting and moving. After two or three minutes, she released her hold on my balls and I felt her get up from the bed. </p><p>"Umm...," I questioned, but I felt her finger on my lips. </p><p>"I'll be right back," she promised, and I heard her footsteps across the room. A few minutes and some bathroom noises later, and suddenly I felt a cold wet rag across my stomach.</p><p>Hey!" I yelled, "That's friggin' cold! Whatthehellareyoudoing?!"</p><p>I heard her giggle and she removed the cold cloth, only to wrap it around my swollen balls. I started to bounce up and down, but she pressed her hand to my stomach to keep me from jumping. Moments later, my blood-engorged cock was shriveling up, trying to crawl back into the warmth of my body. The weight of whatever she had on my groin was lifted and apparently she took it into the other room, leaving me to writhe and twist in agonizing frustration.</p><p><i>Dammit!</i> </p><p>About five minutes later she came back and began to clean me up with a warm cloth. By that time I had lost all traces of my erection, and I felt her squeezing my cock back into the metal chastity cage. I started to twist and bounce, but she crawled up onto the bed and sat on my stomach to keep me still. A minute later I heard the lock click shut. I grumbled a bit, but she managed to quiet me down when she turned around and positioned herself over my face. She pulled off the towel and guided my head between her legs; she was extremely wet, and she came very quickly several times in a row. </p><p>"I don't know why you're complaining," she said as she unfastened the bonds," I mean, you did agree not to come until I'd given you permission, right?"</p><p>I nodded, seething slightly.</p><p>"So, what's the problem? I didn't give permission and you didn't come."</p><p>"But what was that stuff you put on me?" I asked.</p><p>She shook her head. "It's a surprise. You'll find out soon enough," she replied. "Our anniversary is coming up next month; maybe that would be a good time to let you in on it."</p><p>Next <i>month</i>? It had already been a month since I'd last had an orgasm - would it be another month before I'd be allowed my next one? </p><p align="right"> <span style="font-style: italic;">to be continued…</span></p>Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33990523.post-48751871769362022262007-09-03T16:15:00.000-04:002007-09-03T16:17:43.219-04:00Not the Usual Anniversary Present - 6<p><a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/05/17/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-1/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/05/17/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-1/">Part 1</a>, <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/05/24/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-2/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/05/24/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-2/">Part 2</a>, <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/06/07/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-3/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/06/07/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-3/">Part 3</a>, <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/07/06/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-4/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/07/06/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-4/">Part 4</a>, <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/08/02/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-5/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/08/02/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-5/">Part 5</a></p> <p><b>Week 14:</b> I became somewhat resigned to our arrangement.</p> <p>The rest of the week passed by without comment. She got her nightly back rub, and I was still horny most of the time, and it was well into our third month since my "birthday present", or <i>"our arrangement"</i> as she sometimes called it. Since her day off came at different times in the week, I might go anywhere from five to nine days. Over a month ago she had stopped unlocking me for night sessions, saying that she preferred to have me inside her when she was awake and rested. Her next day off finally arrived, and I was looking forward to some good, long fucking. I was so excited that I figured I’d be able to come twice. She handed me the key and I hopped into the shower. She kissed me and told me not to take too long, as she was going to have a little surprise for me. The soap lather helped to ease the cage off, and I quickly finished shaving, dried off, and stepped back into the bedroom.</p> <p>My wife was laying there in a black outfit, holding a pair of leather handcuffs. "Come on down," she teased, "I have a little surprise for you."</p> <p>Although she has talked about handcuffing me during lovemaking, she hasn’t actually done it since we were dating. I lied down on the bed, and she climbed on top of me, kissing me deeply. "You’ve been such a good boy that I thought that I’d give you a little treat." She had me roll over and fastened the cuffs securely behind my back. Rolling me onto my back again, she took my cock into her mouth. "Mmm… big, isn’t it?"</p> <p>I couldn’t answer, I was too busy enjoying myself. For over three months I had pleasured her in every way imaginable, and my reward was to be kept locked up. Now it looked as if I was going to get some attention for a change. She swung her legs around and settled onto me in a sixty-nine position. I hungrily lapped at her sweet, salty juices, relishing the feel of her soft thighs around my head. She ground her hips down onto my face, almost smothering me, as she came.</p> <p>"No, don’t stop," she whispered, and pausing only to take a breath I went back to softly flicking my tongue over her swollen lips. This was one of those nine day periods, and she had rubbed it in by having me give her extended massages almost every night, and a few nights she made me follow up by licking her to a nice, slow orgasm. Not surprisingly, I was ready to come almost immediately. Her own tongue was licking the head of my cock, and I fought hard to keep myself under control. I concentrated on making her come before I could, since without the use of my hands, I was unable to push her away.</p> <p>She was making herself excited by sucking hard on my cock, drawing all the blood to the already swollen head. My cock soon felt as hard as a steel rod. Thankfully, she paused to let out a moan. Her head dropped to rest on my leg, but her hand tightened around my sore balls as she came loudly. I stopped licking directly on her lips, and kissed and caressed her upper thighs with my own lips and tongue. She lay there for a few moments before getting up.</p> <p>"Very nice," she complimented me, “we never do it that way anymore."</p> <p>She swung her leg over my hips and teased my cock with her pussy. I was already gasping from holding back my own climax, and didn’t know if I wanted to push it in or wait. Sensing my distress she smiled “Poor honey. You want to come so bad, don’t you?"</p> <p>Eyes closed in concentration, I could only nod.</p> <p>"You’re trying so hard to hold back, maybe I shouldn’t let you come at all. Is that what you want?"</p> <p>My eyes snapped open. "No! No, I <i>want </i>to come, really," I managed to croak out, “ I just want it to last a <i>little </i>longer. It’s been so long, and I want it to feel good."</p> <p>"Hmm, so it doesn’t feel good other times?" she asked in mock hurt.</p> <p>"No! Yes! Um, it <i>always </i>feels good… Oooooohhhhhhh…" I moaned as she slowly lowered herself onto my hot shaft.</p> <p>"Isn’t this good?" she asked again, rocking on my hips. She reached back to squeeze my balls. "Mmm, got something in here for me?"</p> <p>I could only moan. “Please, please, no, yes, oh please…" I lost all sense as a huge, unstoppable climax began to build. I could feel the pressure in my balls, in my cock, and deep inside my groin. I opened my eyes briefly to look longingly at her, and heard myself moaning. Suddenly what seemed like a gallon of hot come pulsed deep into her pussy as my hips pushed up off of the bed. Finally I collapsed, my cock now spent inside her, the pressure in my balls released. I opened my eyes again. "That was incredible," I told her, "I think my throat is dry from moaning so much."</p> <p>Still smiling down at me, she said, "I didn’t give you permission to come. You’re so selfish, you couldn’t at least wait until I was satisfied? After all, I had to wait more than a week for this, you know." Using her fingers to hold her swollen pussy lips together, she slowly raised herself off my now-soft cock, and moved up to position herself over my mouth. "I think that you need to eat me until I’ve had enough," she said, holding her dripping pussy over my mouth, "besides, weren’t you just saying that you had a dry throat? I’ll bet that there’s a real lot of juice for you in here."</p> <p>I don’t remember when it started, but for some weeks now, she had decided that any time that I came in her, that I was to suck out the juices and to clean her with my tongue. She claimed that I was much better than using a towel, and the best part was that she didn’t have to get out of bed. Admittedly, I did get some small pleasure from making her come that way. Unfortunately, she sometimes didn’t care about coming, and merely used me, which made me feel a little humiliated. It was useless to resist with my hands still handcuffed, so I reluctantly opened my mouth and licked her. I almost gagged on the amount of hot, salty come that dripped from her pussy, but didn’t dare stop sucking on her until she had came, shuddering.</p> <p>"Okay, now it’s <i>my </i>turn to lie down," she said. She pushed me off the bed, told me to kneel at the edge. She then lay back on some pillows and placed her legs over my shoulders, pulling my head into her still-dripping mound. "Mmm, too bad your hands are still tied, or else you could be fucking me, too." I just mumbled in agreement and slowly pleasured her with my mouth and tongue. In no time she came again, and I rested my head on her thigh.</p> <p>"If you undo these cuffs, I could rub you, or use the dildo on you, or even give you a little massage," I suggested.</p> <p>This sounded like a good idea to her, and a few minutes later she was stretched out on the bed and I was kissing her deeply, my hand slowly pumping the familiar red dong. I climbed on top of her to give her some body contact, and found myself getting hard again listening to her moans of pleasure. I teased her with the dildo, keeping her right on the edge of coming, and when I could feel myself harden all the way, I slipped between her legs to give her some of the real thing. She responded by arching her hips to meet mine. I angled myself to push at her pubic bone and she grabbed my hips. She was going to have a nice one, I thought, so I pumped her deeply, making sure that she felt the full length of my shaft inside her. Her hips stiffened and I felt her bite my shoulder hard. I continued my pace, and she came twice more before finally settling down to the bed. I kissed her lightly until she caught her breath.</p> <p>I motioned her to roll over on her stomach, and entered her from behind.</p> <p>"Ooh, you never do me this way anymore," she murmured.</p> <p>"When do I have the chance?" I asked her, pushing my hips deeply. Her pussy was still hot, and soon I felt another orgasm building. I pulled her back onto her side, and entered her roughly. She closed her eyes and gripped my hand tightly. I let her come once, and then I increased my own tempo. The feel of my balls dragging on her warm thighs, and her soft ass pressing into my groin was enough to again send me over the edge. Although not as intense as the first one, I came hard, letting out a short yell. I collapsed on top of her, my legs still shaking.</p> <p>I kissed her back and neck. "Mmm, just like the old days, eh?" I said.</p> <p>In response she reached for the cock cage on the nightstand and handed it to me. "No, it’s <i>better </i>than the old days," she replied, “wouldn’t you agree?"</p> <p>I started to protest, saying that she had just gotten some wonderful sex, and that I was happy to have gotten to come twice. She replied that making me wait was what made it seem more wonderful, and besides, I should consider myself lucky that she let me come a second time. "After all, you barely lasted two minutes for the first one. You must have forgotten that you’re supposed to be pleasing me, not the other way around."</p> <p>And once again she helped to squeeze my cock into the chastity cage, closed the stainless steel ring around my balls and clicked the lock shut.</p> <p>"Oh, I almost forgot," she mentioned, "I just felt a few drips down my leg. Would you clean me up, please?"</p> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">to be continued...</span><br /></div>Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33990523.post-14129502253899388002007-08-04T23:52:00.000-04:002007-08-04T23:53:48.071-04:00Not the Usual Anniversary Present - 5<p> <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/05/17/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-1/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/05/17/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-1/">Part 1</a>, <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/05/24/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-2/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/05/24/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-2/">Part 2</a>, <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/06/07/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-3/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/06/07/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-3/">Part 3</a>, <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/07/06/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-4/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/07/06/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-4/">Part 4</a></p> <p><b>Week 11</b>: This was a decidedly bad turn of events.</p> <p>During the rest of the week, she made sure that I did something for her every single night. I was sure it was her way of reminding me that she had to do without, although I kept reminding her that she seemed to get a lot more pleasure out of “doing without" than I did. She kept reminding me that this whole arrangement was my idea to begin with, and the least I could do was to accept my birthday present with a smile. In the meantime, she would have to force herself to have weekly pedicures, back rubs, massages, and a few sessions taking pleasure from my tongue.</p> <p>Finally, her day off came. I was almost frantic from more than two weeks without coming. We both jumped into the shower, and I gladly washed her back by soaping my hairy chest and rubbing against her back. She was soon ready to get out, but I told her that I needed to stay in a bit longer. I was afraid of coming too fast, and I needed some time to settle down. It was only then that I realized that she had not given me the key before my shower.</p> <p>The shower helped to ease the soreness in my groin, and I walked to the bedroom. To my surprise, I saw her already in bed, eyes closed and smiling broadly. A glance further down told me she was fucking herself with the dildo. I watched her hand moving it in and out; it was as if she wasn’t even aware that I was staring at her. I felt a twinge of jealousy at the rubber dong, but kept staring as she slowly brought herself to orgasm. She opened her eyes, not surprised to see me there. I climbed into bed and held her. Sensing what I was about to ask, she put her finger over my lips. I rolled on top of her, kissing her hungrily, my hands touching, groping everywhere. I rubbed her pussy with my fingers and felt her slippery and warm. As usual, she pushed my head down to her mound. Handing me the dildo, she leaned back again to have me lick her expertly while I pressed the dildo inside of her. She was very excited, and began to moan loudly. Her hands grabbed my hair and pulled hard, I had to pull back in order to catch my breath. Within moments she tightened her legs around me and squeezed. She came strongly, and almost immediately came again. I kept licking until I could feel her spasms subside. Almost a minute later she sank back into the mattress, seemingly spent.</p> <p>"What the hell was that all about?" I asked her.</p> <p>She just shook her head, “ Mmm, I don’t know, I was just feeling horny, I guess." She reached down to feel me. I jumped. “I’ll bet I know what you want," she murmured. “I hope that you’ve learned your lesson about being ready for me when I want you. I don’t want you to disappoint me like that again."</p> <p>I shook my head, but before I could mention that I was still locked up she pulled me on top of her. “Come on," she said, “I’m really wet. Put it in me. I want to feel it."</p> <p>Remembering the last time we had done this, I started to pull back. “No," I said, “I don’t want to come like that! I want a good one. Please, unlock me! Please?"</p> <p>She just chuckled. “I just want to make sure that you learned your lesson. After all, it’s you’re your fault that I had to go without your nice cock last week. You didn’t think you’d get away without some punishment, did you?"</p> <p>"But it’s not good this way," I complained.</p> <p>"It’s good for me," she replied, and besides, it’s all you’re going to get this time. Now, do you want to come or don’t you?"</p> <p>I did of course. I gently pushed myself into her, gasping as her warm pussy closed over the head of my cock that had swelled out of the cage. Now I really was frantic. I wanted to come so badly, since it had been over two weeks. But I wanted to make it last longer, since it would probably be another week before I’d get the chance. But no matter how long it lasted, I couldn’t have a real orgasm while still locked up. The cage kept me from the deep muscle spasms that make it so satisfying.</p> <p>"What’s the matter," asked my wife, “I thought you would be happy to come after waiting so long." She paused, “but if you want, we could always wait until the next time…"</p> <p>Groaning with frustration, I pushed as deeply into her as the cage allowed. I barely noticed her stiffening with her own orgasm as mine built so quickly. I moved back and forth a few times and felt a huge contraction start in the root of my cock. As I heard her come, my own spasms started and I suddenly felt my seed just trickling out. No wave of pleasure, no firm contraction from my groin, just a few small spurts and my come merely spilled out of me. I collapsed on top of her and literally sobbed in frustration.</p> <p>"Didn’t last very long that time, did you?" she asked. She held me for a moment and said, “So, maybe I shouldn’t have let you come if you weren’t going to enjoy it. On the other hand, now you’ll remember how our arrangement works. Am I right?"</p> <p>I nodded, too frustrated to argue. Feeling used, I allowed her to push my head down to her pussy so she could be satisfied.</p> <p>"Remember," she reminded me again, “you should always be ready to give me some when I want it." Soon, she lay back in the bed, enjoying her orgasms, and ignoring me.</p> <p align="right"><i>to be continued...</i></p>Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33990523.post-37601953545443542402007-07-15T15:47:00.000-04:002007-07-15T15:48:47.653-04:00Not the Usual Anniversary Present - 4<p><a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/05/17/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-1/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/05/17/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-1/">Part 1</a>, <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/05/24/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-2/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/05/24/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-2/">Part 2</a>, <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/06/07/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-3/" mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/06/07/not-the-usual-anniversary-present-3/">Part 3 </a></p> <p><b>Week 7:</b><br />There soon developed a routine.</p> <p>Over the next few weeks, life was pretty uneventful – for me, anyway. About two or three times a week my wife would get a nice massage or foot rub or back rub at bedtime, and would roll over to sleep, leaving me frustrated with desire. About once or twice during the week she would have me lick her or rub her, which left me even more frustrated. Sometimes she would awaken early and have me rub her, my fingers massaging her wet pussy, giving her a nice little orgasm. She would give a quick stroke to my cock, swollen and purple inside my cage. Then she’d go back to sleep for an hour while I got ready for work. Other times she would take a quick shower right before bed, my signal that I would be expected to lick her until she was ready to go to sleep. This could take five minutes, or an hour. Once she straddled my face, grinding her pussy onto my mouth so hard that I almost couldn’t breath. The whole time that I ate her, she squeezed my balls, already sore and swollen. She tried to tease the tip of my cock with her tongue, but the bars on the cage were too close together. These sessions always ended with her going to sleep, and me lying wide awake for another hour with an ache deep in my groin.</p> <p>During the course of the week, I’d find myself hugging her, brushing up against her, fondling her, copping a quick feel – anything to arouse her enough to let me out. Ironically, I couldn’t get enough of feeling her, but the more I felt, the crazier it made me. My wife knew this, of course, and although the amount of sexual contact we had never increased, the amount of sexual tension certainly did. Wanting her was constantly on my mind. Sometimes she would take off her shirt in the night, and I would awake lying next to her smooth skin. It seemed like everything she did was meant to make me want her all the more.</p> <p><b>Week 9:</b><br />It didn’t take long before the arrangement started to seem normal.</p> <p>After the first few weeks, I noticed that despite how it seemed, we really didn’t have any more or less sex than usual. Well, I certainly didn’t have any more, but without the luxury of taking matters into my own hands, so to speak, the week-long period seemed ten times as long. She, on the other hand, never seemed to want me enough to unlock me more than once a week or so. Of course, at first, she had me making her come a few times a week, so she was just fine with the arrangement. As the weeks went on, though, my enforced chastity seemed to lose the novelty. Not enough for her to unlock me and end the game, but enough so that she sometimes didn’t even want me to make her come all week. I gently suggested that she remove my cage so that we could take a break for a few weeks, but she told me that she’d then have to worry about me touching myself all the time, and besides, she liked for me to always a little on edge for her.</p> <p>I noticed that the whenever I was re-locked after coming, I would be very excited for the first day or two. Then I would slowly settle down and spend the next few days perversely enjoying the sexual tension. If confined more than a week, though, I became too horny to enjoy it, and could only think about my next release. Unfortunately, this didn’t seem to matter to my wife. She put off my attentions by reminding me that the chastity cage was my idea in the first place, and that it wasn’t her fault if she ended up getting more benefit from it than I did. I tried to reason with her by suggesting that more frequent “time off" for me would be better for her, since I wouldn’t be so crazed with desire and would be able to last a lot longer for her. After a few weeks, though, she just shrugged and told me that she was able to “make do", and that I should stop pestering her.</p> <p>One week I wasn’t able to stay home on her day off. We were both disappointed, but she didn’t make a big deal of it. I, on the other hand, was frantic. That night in bed, she kissed me, and pushed my head down to her pussy. “Lick me," she commanded, “I’ve been waiting all day for this." She crossed her legs over my shoulders and stretched back. I held her hips as I flicked my tongue lightly over her lips and clitoris. She lifted her hips a bit as she came, and I slowed my licking, so she could catch her breath.</p> <p>"Mmm, are you ready to fuck me, now?" she asked breathily.</p> <p>"Of course I am, I’ve been waiting all day for this, too, you know." I rolled over to allow her to unlock me. “Where’s the key?"</p> <p>"Oh no, you had your chance this morning," she admonished, “You’ll just have to fuck me with the dildo and eat me at the same time. You know, the way I like it now."</p> <p>"But… but…" I stammered, “It wasn’t my fault about work!"</p> <p>She shrugged and reached for dong in the dresser drawer. Acting as if she hadn’t heard me, she simply handed it to me and pushed my head toward her mound. “You’re supposed to be ready whenever I want some," she explained, “that’s supposed to be one of the fringe benefits of our arrangement, isn’t it?"</p> <p>I just moaned in frustration, and went back to licking her lightly.</p> <p>"Don’t worry," she said, “I’ll give you some later."</p> <p>"Oh? Later tonight?" I asked hopefully. By this time I was teasing her with the head of the dildo.</p> <p>She stiffened, “Uh unh, not tonight," she replied in a distracted voice, “I meant later, on my next day off."</p> <p>Only her legs around my shoulders kept me from jumping up. “What?! But that’s next week! That’s not fair!"</p> <p>Seemingly taking no notice, she reached down to guide my head again to her mound. “I know, it’s not fair that I should have to wait to get your cock inside me, but I’ll have to make do." she stiffened under my tongue, and I resumed fucking her with the dildo. "Oooh, fuck me nice, like that…. Mmmmm," she moaned. She was obviously beyond understanding, so I ate her that way until she came a few more times. Pushing my head away, she settled back with a sigh. “Hurry, clean up and come hold me, I’m sleepy now." Completely oblivious to my aching, swollen cock, she soon fell asleep in my arms. I, however, spent the night silently moaning in frustration.</p> <p>The next morning, I again complained that it had been a week for me, and that it was unfair to make me wait until the next day off, especially when she had gotten off the night before. She countered with saying that it was unfair to <i>her</i>, as well, since she still enjoyed my nice cock, but being tired at night, it didn’t seem worth it to go through the trouble of unlocking me, moving into all those different positions, cleaning up afterward, and then locking me up again. In fact, she continued, since it was my fault that she had to do without, it was only fair that I had to do without. Besides, her next day off would be here before I knew it.</p> <p align="right"><i>to be continued... </i></p>Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33990523.post-35961811072237301082007-06-13T22:26:00.001-04:002007-06-14T17:04:43.073-04:00<iframe src="http://maymay.homeunix.net/orgasmlogger/webservice.php?user=4" frameborder="5" height="60%" width="125%"></iframe><hr>Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33990523.post-14634626372569128622007-06-13T22:18:00.000-04:002007-06-13T22:19:14.380-04:00Not the Usual Anniversary Present - 3<p><b>Week 5</b><br />I almost forget that I am wearing it – sometimes.</p> <p>I swear that she started going out of her way to touch me, tease me in a vary casual ways; although she didn’t ask me to “take care of her" as often. The first week we had sex almost every day. The second week it was more like every other day, but the warm weather allowed her to sleep in just a light nightgown, and the feel of her skin so close to me was a nightly reminder of what I couldn’t have. I was every bit as excited, and my cock still woke me up in the morning.</p> <p>Finally, after more than a week since the last time, she surprised me by simply handing me the key as I was getting into my nightly shower. You’d think I would have rushed through the shower, but instead I took my time, trying to stop the trembling. When I slid into bed, she was completely nude. She didn’t want me to waste any time, though. Quickly she pushed me onto my back and engulfed my already stiff cock with her warm mouth. The shock nearly made me jump off the bed. Less than a minute later I was begging her to stop because I was so close to coming. Sensing an opportunity, she rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her. We kissed, our bodies touching, but I was careful to keep my hips from rubbing her too much so as not to get over stimulated. When I thought I had settled down, I pushed my cock head toward her pussy. It was already wet, and I slid in easily. She bit her lip and pulled me closer. My cock was swollen from over two straight weeks in the cage, and she seemed so tight that I knew I would not last long. I tried to fuck her slowly, pacing myself, but my overly swollen cock made her come several times in a row. Each time she came I had to force myself to hold back.</p> <p>Then she wanted to ride me. Normally I love that position, but I was afraid that I would come too quickly. I wanted to make it good for her, but since I had to wait so long, I wanted as much time as possible to enjoy it myself. She wouldn’t wait, though, so I lay back and she quickly slid onto my shaft. I could tell that she was really enjoying the feeling of my cock swollen more than normal, and she came quickly. I watched her close her eyes and bite her lower lip as I held her hips to mine, forcing my cock in a little deeper; her muscles gripped me lightly, and she sighed in relief. Watching her on top of me was so exciting that moments after she came, I realized that I could not hold back the incredible pressure building up in my loins. I bucked my hips higher as I passed the point of no return, at once frustrated at my own loss of control and yet grateful for the release. I barely stifled a loud moan, turning it into a low, throaty growl just before I collapsed back onto the bed.</p> <p>She was a bit upset about that, almost disappointed. “You’re supposed to wait until I tell you," she hissed at me “I wasn’t done yet."</p> <p>I apologized, “But it just felt so good, and I was so horny, waiting all that time…"</p> <p>She just grunted and rolled over, muttering, “You couldn’t do that one little thing for me. Well, see if I’m nice to you anytime soon."</p> <p>She couldn’t have been <span style="font-style: italic;">too </span>frustrated, because she was sleeping in a few minutes. My own desire somewhat abated, I spooned up against her back and held her closely.</p> <p>I woke up early with a rock-hard erection. It was the first time in weeks that I had been able to have full-blown morning erection, and I was anxious not to waste the opportunity. I realized that she had forgotten to cage me before we went to sleep, so I fondled her, enjoying her warmth as much as I enjoyed the feeling of an unfettered hardness. Soon I had her legs parted, and I was again entering her, more gently now. She was just barely awake, but certainly awake enough to enjoy a nice slow fucking. Soon her hands tightened around my waist, pulling me closer. I listened to her soft moans, her eyes closed in sleepy pleasure. She came softly and I continued to pump into her. Quickly she came again, and I gave her a moment to catch her breath.</p> <p>I saw that she was more awake, so I asked her if she wanted to roll onto her side. She just nodded and threw her legs over to allow me to enter her. This is one of her favorite positions, and I wasted no time in giving her something she really enjoyed. Pushing hard against her hips, I could hear her groaning, no, grunting with pleasure. I wasn't as wild as last night, just firm, constant thrusting, pressing up hard against her hips. She gripped my hand, eyes closed as she came several more times. At last she drew a deep breath and I slowly pulled out.</p> <p>She now pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips. This is my favorite position, but since I had already come last night, I knew I'd be able to hold out for a while. She again closed her eyes as she rode my cock. She must have been fully awake by this point, because she barely noticed me; she just put her hands on my shoulders and thrust her hips toward mine. Again and again she pushed and rocked, scratching my chest with her nails. She pushed down on me, as I raised my hips to deepen my thrusting. She came hard, and moments later I felt my own cock pulsing and spurting inside her. She collapsed on my chest, and I hugged her for a moment, kissing her neck. Slowly she sat up. My cock was slowly softening, and I pulsed it inside her.</p> <p>She reached behind her and grabbed hold of my swollen balls. "You're very naughty," she said, suppressing a smile, “I didn’t give you permission for that."</p> <p>"What, for giving you some nice hard cock?" I asked, “Besides, you sure enjoyed it." I nuzzled her shoulders.</p> <p>"No, that was nice," she replied, “I meant I didn’t give you permission to come. Good thing I’m about to take a shower, so your punishment won’t be too bad – this time."</p> <p>"Punishment? But I thought it was good for you?"</p> <p>"It should have been good, especially after last night. Next time though, you better not come until I give you permission – or else."</p> <p>She gave a threatening squeeze, and dismounted to take a shower. Noticing the cage on the bedside, she handed it to me. "Looks like I forgot about something last night," she smiled, “I’ll have to remember about that in the future."</p> <p>She watched me squeeze my cock into the metal cage and close the stainless steel ring around my balls. I installed the lock, but she clicked it shut herself, something that she rarely does. “Just wanted to make sure," she said, giving me a little kiss as she tugged the lock. Then she was off to the shower, and I got dressed and went off to work.</p> <p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;">to be continued...</span></p>Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33990523.post-2140388444423072402007-05-29T13:18:00.000-04:002007-05-29T13:19:44.714-04:00Not the Usual Anniversary Present - 2<p><b>Week 3 </b><br />So far, I think I can live with this.</p> <p>The next time was about a week later. It was her day off, so I arranged to go in late. Instead of handing me the key, she had me warm her up by licking and rubbing her until she had come a few times. Naturally my cock was so swollen that it was pressing through the cage, making it impossible to be removed. I had to put a cold washcloth over it to make the swelling go down enough. She undid the lock and helped me take it off, eager to feel me inside of her.</p> <p>The cage that I wear is a modified version of the ones that you can buy at “adult toy" stores, but since I own a machine shop, it’s more secure than the plastic models on the market. It has a hinged stainless steel ring that encircles my cock and balls. It stretches my balls out from my body a little, so I’m always just a tiny bit aware that it’s on. I expect that after a while my skin will stretch enough to be just a bit more comfortable, but it hasn’t happened yet. The cage itself is held on by two thin plastic-coated stainless steel bands fastened to the cock ring. When soft, the end of my cock just about reaches the end of the cage, and just about fills the sides. That means that as soon as I get excited, my cock swells to the point where I’m exceedingly uncomfortable. Naturally, it can’t extend any further, so the skin bulges out from the metal. It stops just short of being painful. The problem is that when I’m aroused, the feeling of constriction itself becomes even more arousing, and I’m trapped in a vicious cycle. You’d think that since I had designed and built it myself that I’d have been more aware of the comfort factor, but wearing something for a few hours is nothing like wearing it for a few weeks.</p> <p>Another one of the benefits for my wife is that once I take off the cage, my cock is swollen wider than normal. I suspect that this is part of the reason that she likes me so confined. I teased my head into her, just the tip at first. I love to hear her gasp as my head slides in and rubs that spot under her pubic bone. In, then slowly out, and in less than a minute she was coming. Even though I was excited myself, I managed to give her some slow, deep strokes. I like to pull out just about all the way, and then plunge back in, my head dragging her lips. She gets very wet, and I like to fuck her this way until she’s come quite a few times. This time was no exception, and after she had come four or five times, I pressed my hips tightly against her and hugged her body close to mine. My head was still swollen, and when I angled my hips up, she responded by scratching my back with her nails. Gradually I sped up my tempo, and in another minute she was biting my shoulder, and I heard her moan lightly as she came.</p> <p>Seeing that she was still excited, I turned her on her side. She loves to have me fill her this way, and she was so wet that I slipped right in. I pushed my hips up to hers so hard that her eyes popped open in surprise.</p> <p>Too hard?" I asked, “Want me to stop?"</p> <p>She shook her head, barely able to speak. “Just, umm… a little… ooohhhh," she moaned.</p> <p>I love to watch her in the daylight, so I continued to fuck her this way for a few more minutes. My balls were swollen and sore, and as they dragged on her thigh I became more stimulated. I again pushed deeply. “Oh, honey, I want to come this way. Can I come yet?" I asked her feverishly.</p> <p>She nodded, “Come for me." and pushed her hips back to meet mine.</p> <p>I closed my eyes for a moment and gripped her side and her thigh. I thrust deeply into her, feeling my sore balls rubbing her thigh. Moments later, I felt my hot come gushing out, so much that it squished out of her before I had even finished. Wave after wave of pleasure propelled my hips forward until my cock was sore from pulsing. Weakly I leaned over her to kiss her neck, and then without pulling out, settled down to snuggle, spoon-style.</p> <p>"That sounded nice," she said, her arm lazily caressing my leg.</p> <p>"Mmmm," I moaned, “that’s because I finally got to stretch my love muscle." I hugged her tightly, enjoying her warm back against my chest and warm ass against my groin. “When I’m locked up, I can’t stretch, so all those spasms get backed up, you know." I kissed her neck. “Of course, I don’t understand why you wouldn’t want me to do this more often."</p> <p>She playfully pushed me away, “Because then it wouldn’t feel so special to you. I’m just trying to give you what you asked for." She turned to face me, and gave me a long, deep kiss. “And doesn’t it feel good when we finally get to have sex?" I couldn’t argue with her, so we lay there for a few more minutes until I had to leave for work. She watched me squeeze myself back into the chastity cage and lock it up. I got dressed, and remembered the morning for the rest of the week.</p> <p align="right"><i>... to be continued </i></p>Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33990523.post-23228914141398844212007-05-22T17:58:00.001-04:002007-05-22T17:58:39.213-04:00Not the Usual Anniversary Present - 1<p><b>Week 1 </b><br />They tell you to be careful in what you wish for.</p> <p>As usual, I awoke with an erection. Or, more correctly, my <i>attempt </i>at an erection woke me; the feeling of my cock trying to grow, to stretch and swell was hampered by its confinement in a steel cage which was firmly anchored to my swollen balls by a hinged stainless steel ring, and secured with a small brass padlock which was, of course, securely locked. The constant straining against the cage had woken me, as it had woken me every morning since my wife had requested that I wear it.</p> <p>It started off innocuously enough. We had been experimenting with a male chastity device, a kind of cage for my cock to heighten the teasing and denial games that we had been playing. We typically played for a few hours to a few days over a long weekend, and it usually ended in one of us removing the cage and indulging in some great sex.</p> <p>One night, a week or so before my birthday, she mentioned that a neat present would be to have her lock me up for more than a few days, perhaps a week, just to heighten the arousal. I thought that she would blow it off, like she had several times in the past, but the next night found her straddling my hips, bringing me to the edge of coming, and dangling the cage in front of me. In an apparent change of attitude about the subject, she told me that once I came I would have to put on "the cage" until <i>she </i>felt like letting me out – no argument. When I agreed - and I was so horny that I would have agreed to anything – she then told me to beg her to lock me up ("So you won't complain, since it will be your own choice," she explained). The thought of her keeping me locked up, but continuing to tease me for a few days was pretty hot - so hot, in fact, that as I was "begging," I came harder that I'd thought possible. She gave me a few moments to bask in the afterglow, and demanded that I lock myself up again. Sometimes she teased me about the cage just to see how aroused I would get, but this time she was serious. So I put it on and she locked it. I figured that a few days of erotic torture leading up to my birthday would be fun. A week would be the longest time we'd ever gone, and I actually looked forward to the buildup of excitement.</p> <p>The next morning my erection straining at the cage woke me up, and I teased myself a bit by caressing her as she slept. She woke slowly, and snaked her hand down to my cock. Sighing and moaning a bit, she moved my hand to the warm area between her legs. Obligingly, I stroked her, surprised at how quickly she became wet. Barely a few minutes later she moaned and arched her hips, and I slowed my stroking to allow her to come down. She smiled, and opened her eyes for the first time. She reached up to give me a good-morning kiss, and her hand again slid down to fondle my caged cock. I whimpered as she shook and stroked the few bits of flesh that bulged through the bars and firmly squeezed my balls.</p> <p>She whispered “Do you have your key? Get it for me, please."</p> <p>Not needing to be told twice, I hopped out of bed and riffled through my pants for my keyring. I removed the little silver key from the ring and sliding back into bed, handed it to her. She placed it firmly on her nightstand, and turned to see the look of amazement on my face. "What, did you think that I was going to unlock you so soon?"</p> <p>I nodded, unable to speak.</p> <p>She took my face in her hands and said "I want to make sure that you have a wonderful birthday present. I mean, you suggested it, right?"</p> <p>"Er, no. <i>You </i>suggested it."</p> <p>"Whatever. The point is that it’s <i>your </i>present and <i>you </i>agreed, right?"</p> <p>I nodded again, feeling devastated.</p> <p>"Good," she said, laying back down, "Now, how about making some coffee while I snooze for a few more minutes."</p> <p>That was a week before my birthday. I remember that morning well.</p> <p>The time ever since then has been incredible - for her. For the next few days she was pampered with massages and pedicures, and of course, with lots of attention from my fingers and tongue. I rubbed her body with cream after her shower, massaged her feet and painted her toenails. I still remember the first night when she rolled over to go to sleep, completely ignoring the state that I was in. It didn't take long before I was crazy with desire for her, and I tried to convince her to unlock me so that I could come. I even told her that she could lock me back up again after I was done. She anticipated that, however, and told me that she "accidentally" left the keys at work to avoid giving in to temptation. I continued to service her with my tongue each night and with my fingers in the morning, feeling my cock painfully straining against the cage. She had all the benefits, except that of feeling my warm cock inside her. She didn't complain, though, and managed to suffer through it by having me fuck her with a realistic silicone dildo while I licked and sucked on her pussy. One night, I wore her strap-on dildo and despite the maddening feeling of not being able to come, I gave her a nice long fucking that ended with a shuddering orgasm for her - and an incredibly frustrated sleepless night for me.</p> <p>Finally my birthday arrived. She continued to tease me all evening, and by bedtime, I was a wreck. Then she did something that really blew my mind. The flesh of my cock was literally swollen out of the bars of the cage after an evening of pleasuring her. Crazy with desire, I lay on top of her, kissing and caressing her when my caged cock brushed her still wet pussy. Thrusting and twisting, I managed to push it a short way into her. The feeling was incredible; she had never seemed so tight or hot. Yet even as I carefully thrust into her, she began to moan and squirm. Unbelievably, she was coming. Here I was, frustrated and caged, my the skin of my cock bulging like a sausage through the bars of the cage; and she was coming! The thought was too much for me, and right after she came, I could feel the incredible pressure building up inside me as well. Unable to hold back, I desperately tried to come, but the cage left me unable to flex my shaft. Disappointingly, I had no satisfying spasms, just a few meager dribbles and suddenly, before it had even begun, it was over. It was worse than nothing; I was more frustrated than ever. My wife, perversely enjoying my lack of release, pushed my head down between her legs so that I could satisfy her. As usual, when she was finished she rolled over to go to sleep, again leaving me caged and horny.</p> <p>The next morning after my birthday I awoke horny, frustrated, sore, and still caged. My wife didn't seem very eager to unlock me, so I asked her to let me out so that we might have a quickie before work. She grew quiet and looked away for a moment. Sensing that something was up, I nudged her. Pushing me onto my back, she gave me a kiss and explained that she had been getting many more benefits from having me locked up than she would have realized. She said that she liked that I was attentive, always ready to please her, and that she never had any mess to clean up afterward. She started to explain that although she missed my cock inside her, she was willing to put up with it for a while. It began to dawn on me that she was enjoying the situation more than I had anticipated. She reminded me that since it was my wish to be caged in the first place, she had no intention to unlock me anytime soon.</p> <p><b>Week 2</b><br />Sometimes it’s hard to remember that this was supposed to be <i>my </i>present.</p> <p>Even though I've been taking care of her well - very well - with my mouth and fingers and the dildo, she insists that she misses the feel of my cock inside her. The problem is that the longer I'm caged, the hornier I become. And the hornier I become, the tougher it is for me to last long enough to satisfy her. Since then, I've been let out only about once a week so that she could enjoy the feeling of my cock, swollen from my constant caged erections. Sometimes it's at night just before she goes to sleep, but usually it's on her day off.</p> <p>The first time that she let me out was wonderful. After being caged up for over a week, I fucked her wildly. Pushing her onto her side, I entered her deeply. It felt so good, I barely noticed how many times she came. Finally she decided that she wanted to ride my cock. She moaned a little as I pulled out, but wasted no time in straddling my hips and lowering herself onto me. I tried to hold back, but watching her come so strongly sent my already overloaded libido over the edge and I came hard - over a week's worth of desire and frustration suddenly released. My throat was sore from moaning, and I could barely move my legs.</p> <p>"That was the best sex we’ve had in I don’t know when," I told her when I could catch my breath.</p> <p>She nodded, rubbing a washcloth over my cock. “Obviously to me," she said, “all that saving up just made it so much better." She dangled the cage over my cock and added, “Hurry up and put this on. I want to go to sleep." I started to complain but she stopped me, “Do I have to remind you that this is <i>your </i>birthday present?"</p> <p>"Um, yeah," I answered, “but I was thinking it was just going to be for a few days, or a week tops."</p> <p>"Oh, stop complaining," she told me, “it’s only been a few days, like what, nine or ten days? So a few extra days should be a good thing for you, right? Besides, it’s been pretty good for me."</p> <p>"Sure, that’s because you’ve been getting some sex every other day."</p> <p>She just smiled. “Uh huh, just how it should be. Besides, it was your idea, wasn’t it?"</p> <p>I had to admit that I had begged for it. So she snuggled up in my arms and soon we fell asleep, tired but well sated.</p> <p align="right"><i>... to be continued... </i></p>Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33990523.post-78910694149664547642007-04-20T13:44:00.000-04:002007-04-20T13:47:58.101-04:00Not the Usual Birthday PresentIt's been a while since I posted a Friday Fantasy, and <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/04/18/im-too-young-to-be-this-old/">as I explained earlier</a>, I just haven't had it in me lately to do one. But based on the popularity of the few chastity related posts, I thought that some of you would find this interesting.<br /><br />I wrote this story some years ago, and posted it on several different web boards. It's been ripped off and re-posted by others - in one case on the same web board. I've made some small edits for grammar and spelling that I'd missed earlier, but the story is the same. And yes, there is a particular Friday Fantasy sub-plot that you will recognize.<br /><br />For those so inclined, enjoy!<br /><br /><a name='more'></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Not the Usual Birthday Present<br /><br /></span></span><strong>Wednesday</strong><br />It was a few days before my birthday when my wife asked me what I wanted. I just leered (as usual), and she just rolled her eyes (as usual). "Is that all you think about?"<br /><br />"Well, why not?" I answered, "Always the right size, color and fit. I never return it." We have this conversation every year, and every year I get the same thing – nothing that I ask for. This year we were laying in bed. I snuggled up to her and nuzzled her ear.<br /><br />"Maybe I should give you something different this year. Instead of giving you sex, maybe I could, umm, <em>not </em>give you sex." She leaned back into me.<br /><br />"Mmph, sure... Hey, what?" I asked.<br /><br />"Well, I've been thinking..."<br /><br />"Oh, great," I replied.<br /><br />"Silly, let me finish. It's been a long time since we played with your chastity cage. I was thinking that maybe instead of you pestering me, I could, um, lock you up for a few days. Then, if I wanted, I could still have a little entertainment."<br /><br />I thought for a moment. "Well, I get a lot of ‘no sex’ now, so, what's in it for me?" I kissed her neck and squeezed a bit.<br /><br />She reached her hand down to fondle me. "Just think of how great it will be when I finally let you out," she whispered. "Besides, I thought that you found it exciting to be ‘controlled’ by me."<br /><br />I had to admit that I was hooked. "Okay, sounds good to me. For my birthday, please don’t give me any sex."<br /><br />"You got it, baby," she said. "Now, turn out the light, okay?" And settled quickly settled down to sleep, leaving me to stew in my fantasies. Oh well, same as usual.<br /><br /><strong>Thursday</strong><br />Thursday night, she took a shower before slipping into bed to join me. Taking advantage of the opportunity, I kissed her back, her shoulders, and worked my way around her front. At her urging, I slid on top of her, pressing my warm body against hers. We kissed, and my hard cock soon found her moist mound. Slowly entering her, I felt her stiffen. She stopped kissing me and leaned her head back, eyes closed. She came quickly, and I slowed my thrusts. Pulling out slowly, I slid down her stomach, down her thighs, kissing and nibbling. As I licked and nibbled her, she placed her thighs over my shoulders and pulled my head closer. She came easily. "Another one, don't stop yet", she murmured. A few minutes later she stiffened and settled back. She pulled me back up to her, and again I entered her wet pussy, slowly thrusting in deeply, and pulling back until the tip was just brushing her lips. I teased her for a few minutes until she dug her fingernails into my ass and pulled me closer. Again she came, and finally opened her eyes to look at me. "Mmmm, you're so good to me", she said, satisfied. "Now lay back and rest. I want to ride you."<br /><br />"Your wish is my command," I smiled.<br /><br />Quickly we traded places and she lowered herself onto my hard shaft. "Hey, no fair!" I complained. I could see that she was already getting ready to come again. She pressed her hips against mine and rode herself to another orgasm.<br /><br />"That was nice," she said a few moments later. I held her hips steady, trying to hold back.<br /><br />"What's the matter, don’t you want to come yet?" she asked.<br /><br />"No, not yet. I was on the edge, and now I'm just trying to make it last longer." She leaned over to kiss me, wiggling her hips. It seemed like she was trying to make me come.<br /><br />"What's the matter, don't you want to come yet?" she asked again. Concentrating, I shook my head.<br /><br />You know," she continued," I was thinking about giving you a nice fucking for your birthday. How does that sound?"<br /><br />Still trying to hold back, I smiled. "Sounds good to me." I closed my eyes, imagining what it would be like. Monday evening, as usual, we'd both be too tired from work to do anything really interesting. Mentally sighing, I opened my eyes again to look at her body on top of me. Seeing the way she was looking at me made me imagine something very different: I had an image of her dressed in a leather corset, brandishing a whip, forcing me to... <em>Dammit</em>, I felt myself going over. I held her hips to slow her down a bit. I could feel myself teetering on the edge.<br /><br />"Still trying to hold back," she asked?<br /><br />"Just another minute, it feels so nice," I replied.<br /><br />"Well, I want you to come nicely, because I want you to do something for me afterward," she whispered. I arched my eyebrows, "Mmmmm?"<br /><br />She leaned forward to reach the nightstand. I heard jingling, and when she sat up, she was holding my cock cage, turning it in her fingers.<br /><br />"After you come, I want you to put this on," she said, "and then I'm going to keep you locked up for a while." Despite myself, I felt my orgasm building. I've worn it for her before, but she rarely makes it a request. I love it when she gets dominant. I looked up at her, wondering if she was serious.<br /><br />She smiled, "You'll wear this, and then maybe, just maybe, I'll give you a nice birthday fucking, okay?" I thought quickly: my birthday was Monday, that's, what just a few days? Until Sunday night? Monday latest? That meant all weekend I'd be off limits. On the other hand, if she were suggesting it, then maybe there'd be a chance to play a bit. Maybe I could talk her into letting me out on Saturday.<br /><br />"Umm, all weekend," I asked?<br /><br />"If you're lucky. Now c'mon," she whispered again, "come for me. Unless you want me to just stop, and we could cage you now?" I couldn't hold back any longer; moaning loudly I came hard, erupting deeply into her hot pussy.<br /><br />A few moments later I settled back to the bed. She lay across me, stretching out her legs. "Oooooohh, that was the best one I've had in I don't know how long," I murmured in her ear. Nodding in agreement, she hugged me for a few moments, and then slowly got up to get a towel. She wiped herself off, and then ran the towel over my now-sensitive groin. It tickled, and in reaction, I got up to use the bathroom. I slid into bed, and saw that she was again dangling the cock cage.<br /><br />"Are you ready?" she asked. Seeing that she was serious, I took it from her, and worked my softening cock into the steel rings and fastened the stainless steel clamp ring around my balls. She handed me the lock, which I placed into the hole in the ring. Pushing my fingers aside, she pressed the hasp and I heard the metallic "click". "There," she said, "now let's get some sleep. I'm tired." Despite the huge orgasm, I felt my cock stirring again. I tried to ignore it, and settled in behind my wife, holding her close. She was soon asleep, and I probably wasn't far behind.<br /><br /><strong>Friday</strong><br />I awoke before the alarm on Friday morning. My cock was straining against the metal cage, my balls felt heavy. The first few days wearing this are the worst; I'm aware of the confining rings, and they keep me constantly aroused. I knew that the head of my cock was red and filling the cage, my skin bulging out the sides. I curled up behind my wife's back and tried to comfort myself by pressing my crotch into her warm ass. As usual, it only made things worse. After another fifteen minutes or so, I could tell that I wasn't going to get back to sleep, so I moved my hand between her legs and rubbed her mound softly. A few moments later she moaned sleepily and turned over onto her back to I could have easier access. Soon her breathing quickened, and her hand moved over to caress me. She squeezed my balls gently, and I drew in a breath. I saw a faint smile as she teased my bound cock. Soon my hand had brought her to an orgasm. Her hand, which had brought me only frustration, stopped fondling. "You know," I whispered in her ear, "maybe one more for good measure?" Her eyes still closed, she shook her head.<br /><br />"I'm still sleepy," she said, "I need to rest a bit more. Why don't you get up and stop bothering me." Taking the hint, I kissed her neck and got out of bed to get ready for work.<br /><br />Work passed uneventfully. Well, that is, it passed because every so often I was reminded of my caged manhood, and wondered how I was going to make it through the weekend. Seems like whenever I forgot it was there, I’d have to bend or move in a way that made me aware - sometimes a bit painfully - that I was caged. Finally it was time to leave, so I rushed home. I noticed myself acting a bit more affectionate, touching and kissing her, pulling her close. Sometimes she just pushes me away, but tonight she made a point to fondle my pants. "How are we doing in there?" she asked, "I've been thinking all day about you."<br /><br />After dinner, she squeezed my crotch hard while I was doing the dishes. At least a dozen times she pushed her ass up against my crotch to tease me. By bedtime, I was becoming very turned on, and let her know it. I slipped into bed after my shower. I wasn't too surprised when she announced that she was going to take a quick shower herself before bed. A few minutes later, she had joined me, and was pressing her naked body against my own. She reached down to fondle me. "Not hard yet? I guess you must not be interested in me tonight. Maybe I should just go to sleep." I pointed out that I was trying to get hard, but it wasn’t working all the way. Was there anything I could do to please her? In no time, I was kissing my way down her stomach, down to her warm mound.<br /><br />She used to enjoy my oral ministrations more when we were dating, but she has mentioned that she prefers to have me give her a nice slow, deep fucking more than anything else. Tonight that was impossible, so I did my best to give her a slow, sensuous orgasm with my mouth. I sucked her lips in and teased her clit with my tongue. As usual, she came quickly, enjoying the attention. I gave her a break for a minute, kissing her thighs and stomach, and was about to start kissing her pussy again, when she stopped me. "No, I want you to fuck me now." she whispered.<br /><br />"Umm, I can’t, I mean, unless you want to, um…"<br /><br />She cut me off, "No, silly, get the toy out of the drawer." Oh. She probably wanted me to use the new silicone dildo while I ate her. I pulled it out of the drawer and crawled back down between her legs. I worked it into her slowly as I licked her clit and lips, and soon she was rolling her hips again. I could have made her come quickly, but I teased her with the toy, pulling it back and not pushing it in right away.<br /><br />"Stop that teasing and make me come, or you’ll be sorry," she warned.<br /><br />"What’s the matter?" I asked, "I’m being teased, why can’t you?"<br /><br />Eyes closed, she answered "Because, you’re supposed to be giving me as much as I want, that’s why." She kept her eyes closed while I continued to eat and fuck her. Finally she stiffened and grabbed my hair, a sign that she was having a particularly good one. She yanked my head into her, a little harder than usual as I continued to massage her clit with my tongue. Finally she sighed and settled back down to the mattress. I stopped licking and pulled out the dong. It glistened with her juice. She saw me staring at it. "Lick it clean," she ordered. Winking at her, I licked her juice off as if it were an ice cream cone.<br /><br />I was so swollen that I was actually sore, but she still was in the mood to play.<br /><br />"You know what we haven’t tried in a while?" she asked me, "The harness for that thing."<br /><br />"Seriously?" I asked.<br /><br />She nodded, "Yes, hurry up and put it on." I opened the drawer again and pulled out the tangle of leather and buckles that were the strap-on dildo harness. I quickly slid the dong into the hole and pulled the harness over my hips. I had to make it sit a bit high, since my swollen cock was in the way. A few moments later I was poised between her legs. It’s the strangest feeling to be "fucking," yet not feeling anything.<br /><br />"Oooh, it’s cold," she said at first. I tried to get a rhythm going, in, out, in, out. The head of my cock, bulging out of the cage kept grazing her ass. "Oh, that’s nice," she exclaimed, "I can feel two cocks. Mmmm." By now I was moaning in frustration, panting, shaking from lack of release. My wife, on the other hand, was panting and shaking from yet another orgasm. As usual, she came quickly, so I slowed my rhythm so that I pulled the head almost all the way out, and then slowly back in. It was difficult, since I couldn’t actually feel what I was doing, but her hips began to meet mine.<br /><br />"Are you ready to come yet?" she asked me, teasingly. Swearing softly, I continued to move against her, gently slapping my cage against her ass. I saw her bite her lip, and a few moments later she grabbed my ass with her nails and held firmly. She pulled me close to her as she came. I slowed my thrusting. "No, don’t stop," she moaned, "I need a little more."<br /><br />I resumed my deep, slow thrusts. Without being able to feel her hot lips around my cock, I couldn’t tell if I was almost out or in. Watching and feeling her get so turned on, but without being able to get any feeling from it was frustrating. Knowing that my cock was firmly caged, and that there was no way I was going to come was absolutely maddening. I kept thrusting, hoping insanely that some feeling from the silicone cock would transfer into my own. I almost didn’t notice her own orgasm until she gave a small cry and pushed her hips up hard to meet mine.<br /><br />Again, she collapsed, never once opening her eyes. "Mmmm, that was nice. Oh God, that was so nice, so nice," she repeated. She smiled slowly as her voice trailed off and opened one eye at me, "maybe I don’t need to unlock you after all…"<br /><br />"Don’t even say that," I said, "I’m dying. I’m going to explode if I don’t get to come."<br /><br />"Oh, but it’s so nice. You eat me so well, and now you can fuck me well, and there’s no mess to clean up. I can go right to sleep now." She opened her eyes to smile wickedly at me. Putting a hand on my chest she pushed me away. "Okay, that’s enough. Time to roll over and go to sleep."<br /><br />"Enough for who? I’m so sore, I really need to come. I’ll never get any sleep like this." Whining and moaning, I pulled the dong out of her and slipped off the harness.<br /><br />"It’s enough for me," she said. "Maybe you should soak a washcloth in cold water and cover yourself with it. That should cure your swelling."<br /><br />Sighing, I brought the toys into the bathroom to clean off. I wanted to pee, but I didn’t think that I could get soft enough. Finally, all cleaned up, I went back to bed, only to find her almost asleep. Frustrated beyond belief, I curled up behind her, the feel of her warm ass a comfort and a tease at the same time.<br /><br /><strong>Saturday</strong><br />I barely slept all night, since my cock was so swollen and sore. I must have had a two dozen erections, or rather, erection attempts. Each attempt was a painful reminder that my orgasms were under her control. Finally, close to morning, I drifted off to a fitful sleep. We had turned off the alarm for the weekend, but I woke early anyway, my usual "morning woody" straining against the steel. My wife, of course, slept just fine. I didn’t want to wake her, but I had hoped that maybe, just maybe I could convince her to let me out for some relief. Although I had only been caged since Thursday night, it seemed like a week had passed. The first few days are the worst, but I had never really worn it for more than a few days. Once, when she was gone for a week, I wore it the entire time, but it was easier since she wasn’t around to tease me. Out of sight, out of mind, I guess.<br /><br />I rolled over to fondle her. She woke up easily – a little too easily – and almost immediately asked me to go down on her.<br /><br />"I had such a nice dream," she explained, pushing my head down to her thighs. "You spent all your time eating me, fucking me with the dildo, and never getting to come. I got <em>all </em>the attention."<br /><br />"Umm, I thought that you liked to fuck me, to make me come," I tried to play on her sympathy, "You can’t tell me that you’d like that all the time."<br /><br />"Ssshhh, just eat me," she commanded. Now in a bit of pain, I licked and sucked her until she came twice. Caressing her, I moved up to lie on top of her, kissing her neck.<br /><br />"Umm, are you sure you don’t want a little of my real cock?" I asked her, nuzzling. I could usually talk her into it this way.<br /><br />"Hmm, you know, maybe I would like to feel you in me. Too bad you can’t, though."<br /><br />"Sure I could. Just unlock me, and I’ll get out of this cage, and give you some of my nice, swollen cock. Wouldn’t that be nice?"<br /><br />She kissed me back, "Oh, I’m sure it would be wonderful, but you’d never get that cage off, even if I could unlock it."<br /><br />"Sure I could," I continued to kiss her, "A little cold water, some cream, and… what do you mean, ‘even if you <em>could </em>unlock it’?" I sat up.<br /><br />She pulled me back to her, "Oh, didn’t I tell you? I left the key at work. I wanted to avoid the temptation, since I know how persuasive you could be." She smiled as she reached down to squeeze my swollen cock. I just groaned; waiting until Monday night was now inevitable.<br /><br />Dejected, I got up a few minutes later, fixed some coffee for us, and put on my work clothes to do some yard work. I spent the rest of the day digging, hauling, mowing, and raking. By sundown, the yard certainly had gotten the benefit of my pent-up energy. She didn’t flirt or tease me all day, so my swelling wasn’t so bad. I threw some burgers on the grill, and we had a simple dinner. I hopped into the shower, and she came in to join me. "I’m tired," she told me. "Is it okay if we don’t have sex tonight?" She was teasing me again.<br /><br />"How could we have sex anyway?" I wondered, frustrated. We soaped each other in the shower, and despite knowing that I couldn’t get out of my cage, I began to get turned on again. She pushed my hand away from her mound, so maybe she really was tired. I had an idea. "Maybe you could just relax while I give you a nice massage," I said.<br /><br />"That would be lovely," she answered. We finished up the shower, and soon she was reclining on the bed and I was rubbing warm oil into her skin. It wasn’t a sexual massage; it was just a nice, sensuous rub down. Soon her back, legs and ass were as smooth as silk. She rolled over so I could do her front. I started with her shoulders and breasts, and rubbed the moistening cream into her stomach, thighs, and down her legs to her feet.<br /><br />"My feet are so dry," she complained. I rubbed the remaining oil into them, and got up to get her a towel. Having an idea, I grabbed a bottle of polish remover, some tissues and cotton balls, and a small bottle of red polish.<br /><br />Still naked, I told her to move to the chair. She sat at the edge, and I put the acetone on a cotton ball, and rubbed it over her toenails. In a few minutes, her old polish was removed. She had said nothing the entire time, but noticing that I was again swollen, she asked, "You don’t have a foot fetish, do you?"<br /><br />I laughed. "Don’t worry, I’m just having a good time. I just get turned on when I’m 'working' on you. Of course, if you <em>want </em>me to have a foot fetish…"<br /><br />I looked up at her, and she just rolled her eyes. So I put cotton between her toes and took the emery to her heel and the ball of her foot. When I finished, I rubbed her feet clean with a towel and uncapped the polish. I think she was rather surprised to see me concentrating on not getting the polish all over, and maybe even more surprised that I didn’t. It wasn’t much different from painting small model parts, though, and in a few minutes I had a nice coat of sexy red polish on her toes. I looked up at her.<br /><br />"So, takes, what, about 10 or 15 minutes to dry before we put on the second coat? I have an idea on how you could pass the time," I grinned wickedly. Gently, I lifted her legs over my shoulders and leaned in to her clean, damp pussy. She scooted forward a bit more on the chair, and I could smell the traces of soap.<br /><br />"What an excellent idea," I heard her say as her thighs closed around my ears. Before long she was moaning gently and I was again painfully aware that my cock was in a tight metal cage.<br /><br />"I'm sure that you’re ready for a second coat," I said presently, and again carefully painted her nails. While waiting for this coat to dry, I put away the towels, acetone, and everything else. I sat at her feet, rubbing her calves and thighs. Soon I was able to remove the cotton balls from her toes. She quickly slipped between the sheets, and I quickly joined her. I lay on my back, and she curled up next to me, throwing her leg over my thigh. She kissed my ear and thanked me for her massage and pedicure.<br /><br />"I’ve always wanted to do that for you," I told her.<br /><br />"You're weird," she said, letting her hand idly caress and stroke my cage. I jumped and moaned a few times, both in pleasure and frustration. Soon she put her arm around my shoulder, and threw her leg across my waist and settled into sleep. I just watched television until the swelling went down. Again, I slept fitfully, but a little better than the night before. At least, my erections only woke me up a few times.<br /><br /><strong>Sunday</strong><br />Once again, I woke up before the alarm, or at least, the time when the alarm would have sounded. I was beginning to think that wearing the cage to bed every night might have some redeeming value – it would keep me awake in the morning, and without the hint of getting unlocked,then I’d have no excuse to laze around in bed. Knowing that whispering in her ear and rubbing her weren’t going to get me unlocked, and not wanting to get horned up by satisfying her urges, I got up to make some coffee. I slipped on my pants and went out for the newspaper. I grabbed a cup and sat out on the deck, enjoying the cool morning breeze. Before long, my wife came out to join me. Seeing her toes, I started to get hard again, but tried not to let her know.<br /><br />I resumed my yard work as she went off on her morning jog. Taking a break after an hour or so, I went inside to check my email. On impulse, I did a quick web search for "male chastity". There were a lot of devices out there, and quite a few sites discussing them, but most seemed to be more about torturing than about teasing. I was hoping to find something a little more comfortable than the home-built cage that I was wearing, but it didn’t look like there was much else out there. The adult product company where we bought some of our toys had a new item, a plastic cage that was supposed to be escape proof and undetectable at the airport security. Checking its web site, I saw some interesting pictures, but it seemed too bulky for wearing under normal jeans. Besides, the stainless steel cage that I was wearing was fairly comfortable, and certainly more escape proof. Sighing, I went back outside to work.<br /><br />The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Yard work, cleaning, grocery shopping, dinner, and then a much needed shower. I was finally at the point where I didn’t notice my cage much, so although I was swollen, I wasn’t sore. She was already showering, so I hopped in to join her. As we soaped each other up, I began to get turned on again. As she soaped my back, she pressed her breasts against me and reached her hand around to my front. Damn, I was getting hard.<br /><br />"Hey, it’s Sunday night," she said, "isn’t this when you’re supposed to get your birthday fucking?"<br /><br />Remembering the key that she claimed to have left at the office, I shook my head.<br /><br />"Don’t see how that’s possible," I answered.<br /><br />She sat on the shower seat. "Here, if you can make me come, maybe, just maybe I’ll have a surprise for you." Hoping that she was just joking about not having the key, I knelt down, letting the warm water cascade over my back. I licked her roughly, excited. She stopped me.<br /><br />"No, it’s not working. Use your hand on me instead." Standing up, she leaned against me as I stroked and massaged her mound with my fingers. After a few minutes, she stiffened slightly, then relaxed and let out a sigh. "Thank you," she said.<br /><br />"Do I get a surprise?" I asked eagerly.<br /><br />"I promised you a birthday fucking, didn’t I?" she asked. Since she was done in the shower, she kissed me and left me to finish cleaning up.<br /><br />"I'll be waiting for you in bed," she called out as she left. Damn it, my cock was getting hard, and when it’s swollen, it’s practically impossible to get the cage off of it. Too late, I would just have to calm down and hope that by the time I got into bed it would soften.<br /><br />Fat chance. When I got out of the bathroom, I could see the room was lit with a few candles and that she was lying in bed, a sheet up to her chest and she wearing a shiny black teddy. I slipped into the sheets and reached for her, but she slapped my hand away.<br /><br />"No touching. Lie on your stomach and put your hands behind your back. Excited, I did so. I felt her putting the leather handcuffs on my wrists. Problem was, I was harder than ever, and so I would never get the cage off in my condition. How would I get my "fucking", I wondered? When she finished, I started to turn over, but she pushed me back. I heard her doing something, and I felt her lean over me. Putting her mouth up to my ear, she whispered, "I thought I would give you a nice surprise tonight, since you’ve been such a good boy."<br /><br />She then tied a scarf around my eyes. I heard sounds in the bedroom, but couldn’t identify them. I waited a few minutes, and then asked "Umm, not to sound unappreciative, but I thought we were going to, um, you know…"<br /><br />"Hey, if you want me to stop…" she said.<br /><br />"No, no no no," I said quickly "I just thought that you were going to unlock me."<br /><br />She massaged my back, thighs and ass with her fingers. "I don’t know what gave you that idea," she said mischievously.<br /><br />"You did! You said I was going to get laid!" Now I was confused.<br /><br />"I never said that," she answered, "I said that you were going to get a nice birthday fucking." And with that, she suddenly probed my ass with her finger.<br /><br />Oh! "Um, oh, I, uh…" I stammered, "Hey, that’s not fair!"<br /><br />"Sure it is," she replied. She squirted some lube on a small probe and wiggled it into my ass. I resisted a bit at first, but soon I was moaning and thrusting my hips to the penetration. After a few minutes, she switched to a larger one, and I continued to moan and move my hips. I knew that my cock was now swollen out of control, but I could barely feel it in the cage.<br /><br />"Oh, you like that?" she asked.<br /><br />I could only stammer and pant.<br /><br />"I thought so." She stopped moving the probe, leaving me to writhe on the bed. I heard her doing something that I didn’t recognize, and then she squirted more KY on my ass and guided me to turn over onto my back. I adjusted my arms so that the cuffs wouldn’t dig into my back and tried to relax.<br /><br />"Are you ready for your birthday fucking?" she asked. I nodded, thinking that she would never get the cage off.<br />"Surprise!" she exclaimed, removing the blindfold.<br /><br />I looked at her kneeling on the bed between my legs. She was wearing the harness with a red dong thrusting out from her hips. As I watched, she unwrapped a condom over the dong and leaned toward me.<br /><br />"Um…, " I began.<br /><br />She placed a finger on my lips. "Just relax," she said, "and I’m sure you’ll enjoy this. I’m going to give you a nice fucking."<br /><br />I was riveted by the sight of her with her harness, looking like she wouldn't take "no" for an answer. My cock tried to escape the metal cage, but it only succeeded in making me sore. She put some more lube on the end of the dong and pushed it up against my ass. It hurt a little as she pressed, and I felt the head move into me a bit.<br /><br />"No, wait, easy," I pleaded. She backed off for a moment and then pushed again. I could feel it stretching me.<br /><br />"Easy, it's still hurting," I said. I closed my eyes to try to relax, and she moved in, then out, then in a little more forcefully.<br /><br />"Ow, ow, ow, …oh… <em>oooooohhhhh</em>," I sighed as I felt the head slide past my sphincter muscles. I opened my eyes to look at her. She was smiling sexily. "That feels so, so… unh, " I gasped as she pulled back. Slowly she pulled her hips back until the tip was almost out, and then leaning toward me, she pushed in, a little farther each time. Soon she was thrusting the entire dildo into me, and because it was rubbing along my prostate, I began to feel like I was about to come. The feeling was incredible, and I soon lost the ability to speak coherently.<br /><br />"Oh, yes, <em>unh </em>that… feels… <em>oh</em>, yes, it's... <em>mmm…</em>", I stammered. She soon had me panting and shaking. I moved my own hips up to meet hers. The entire time she just studied me carefully.<br /><br />"Does this hurt?", she would ask occasionally. I could only shake my head 'no', since I seemed to be continuously on the edge of coming. But that was the problem, I was on the edge, but no farther.<br /><br />"Oh, I want to come, please let me come, please, I need to come," I moaned wildly. But she just kept thrusting with the same rhythm, back and forth, in and out. She leaned in closer to me, changing the angle of the dildo.<br /><br />"What's' the matter, can't you come?" she asked, teasingly. "Go ahead, you know you want to."<br /><br />I shook my head again.<br /><br />"What, you don't want to come? Want me to stop?"<br /><br />I shook my head and mustered up what little concentration I could. "I…wanna come…. can't... feels too, um… <em>uunhh…</em>". My voice trailed off as I tried to focus on making myself come, but for some reason the rubbing made me crazy with desire that stopped just short of release. That damn cage, not letting me get all the way hard, not letting me come. Everything felt so intense, so good, so… <em>unh</em>.<br /><br />After what seemed like hours, she finally slowed her thrusts.<br /><br />"Damn it, no, no, don't stop... I want to come, I can’t come, oh <em>damn </em>it…" I stammered like a crazed person. Finally she eased herself out of me.<br /><br />"Well, looks like tonight isn't the night. No coming for you, I guess." I continued to lay there on the bed, almost sobbing in frustration. I was so close, so close to coming. My cock was sore, my balls were sore, all my muscles were sore from being so close. I barely noticed when she came back to bed from cleaning up. She unhooked my handcuffs and I rolled over.<br /><br />"So, how was that?, she asked, smiling wickedly.<br /><br />"Incredible. Frustrating. Oh God, I just want to come." I said, my voice shaking. Soon I fell asleep, still trembling with frustration.<br /><br /><strong>Monday</strong><br />No surprise, my morning attempt at an erection woke me up before the alarm. I was surprised to see that I had slept all night, so either I didn't have any erections during the night, or more likely, I just didn't feel them after being exhausted from my "birthday fucking". I was lying on my back and my wife's arm was draped over my chest, and her leg over mine. My ass still felt a bit sore, and my muscles felt a bit weak, so I laid there for a few more minutes before stirring. I tried to get out of bed without waking her, but she looked up. I crawled back in to snuggle with her for a minute. "Happy Birthday," she said, giving me a little kiss.<br /><br />"Thanks, darling," I said holding her, "I'm getting up early. You can rest for a while." She drifted off again, and I got up, legs unsteady. I made coffee, got dressed, and woke her up before going to work.<br /><br />"Don't work too late tonight," she called after me. No need to worry about that, I thought, I’ll be lucky just to make it until lunch.<br /><br />I felt myself moving slowly at work, both physically and mentally. In some way, though, it was a good thing to be someplace where I wouldn't need to worry about being teased and frustrated. Eventually, though, I had to go home. She was in the kitchen when I walked in.<br /><br />"Hi honey," she smiled, "How was your day?" She reached down to feel my crotch, squeezing firmly. "How's my 'property'?"<br /><br />I hugged her back. "Still there. Where's it gonna go?" I asked. "Which reminds me. You did remember the key at work, right?"<br /><br />She stared at me blankly for a moment. "Oh, the key. Yeah, I remembered it. Why?" she teased.<br /><br />"Well, um, it's Monday, and it's my birthday, so, um, you know. Isn't it time yet?"<br /><br />She looked wounded. "Oh, why, are you ready to come for me finally? You didn't come for me last night, so I figured that you just weren't interested anymore. Don't want to force you, you know."<br /><br />"Yeah, right. Somehow I managed to get through the day. So, are you going to unlock me now, or do I have to wait until bed?" I knew what she would say.<br /><br />"Oh, I can't unlock you now, we're just about to sit down for dinner. You'll just have to wait."<br /><br />The evening passed, and she teased me mercilessly until it was time for bed. I figured that she was playing it up for all it was worth. I took a shower and hopped into bed. My wife came in some time later, I figured she was just trying to prolong my suffering. She took a quick shower and joined me, naked and still damp. Snuggling up close, she guided my hand down to her mound, her hair still wet from the shower. We kissed for a few more minutes, and soon she came softly. "Please fuck me," she asked.<br /><br />"Um, I'm still locked up, you know," I smiled at her.<br /><br />She didn't smile back.<br /><br />"Of course you are; it's still your birthday, so you're still locked up. That was your wish wasn't it?"<br /><br />"Um, no. I think it was really <em>your </em>wish," I responded, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.<br /><br />"Mine, yours, whatever. Now, eat me. Here, take this." She handed me the silicone dildo and pushed my head toward her thighs. Sighing, I once again sucked on her lips while I massaged her clit with my tongue. After she came, I continued to lick her gently.<br /><br />"Honey, fuck me. I want to feel it inside me," she whispered. With one hand I pushed the head inside her wet pussy and teased her for a minute. She grabbed my arm and helped to guide it in, clearly not in the mood for play. I licked her as I moved the dong in and out. She moaned quietly, for some reason she seemed to be enjoying this more than usual. I, on the other hand, was practically beside myself with horniness. Finally she grabbed my head with her hands and held it to her bush. I licked firmly, all the while fucking her with the dildo. She came hard, pushing her hips into my face, and then settling back to the bed with a sigh.<br /><br />I eased the dong out of her, and crawled up to lie on top of her. I kissed her, rubbing my body against her. God, she felt so good. "Are you going to unlock me yet? Please, please, I'm so horny," I pleaded.<br /><br />She shook her head. "It's still your birthday, and you're getting the present you asked for," she smiled mischievously. I moaned, and started to roll off, but she stopped me, holding my ass with her hands. She raised her legs around me, and guided the tip of my caged cock toward her wet pussy. I was so crazed that I tried to thrust into her, but that seemed to be what she wanted. We kissed, and my cage got ever closer to moving inside her. She pulled my hips closer. She wants me inside her, I thought. Carefully I eased it into her. She gasped a little, and pushed her hips up to meet mine.<br /><br />"Careful," she warned, "don't push all the way." I pushed in and out, only the tip. She stopped kissing me and closed her eyes. Jesus, she was coming. I swore at her, angry that she could come so easily while I was so frustrated. I pushed in a little deeper. Despite the cage, my cock was swollen so much that I could easily feel her moist, hot pussy surrounding the little bits of flesh that had swollen through the bars of the cage. I continued this way, thrusting gently so the cage wouldn't hurt her. When I realized that she was coming again, I felt my own orgasm begin to build. Quickly it bubbled up to the surface.<br /><br />"Honey," I gasped, surprised, "I think I'm coming. Oh God, I'm coming with this stupid cage on."<br /><br />"Yes," she encouraged, "come for me."<br /><br />Only a few more moments, and then… I ... came… sort of. Not the gratifying wild volcano erupting deep inside her like I needed. No, the metal cage kept my cock firmly in check, kept me from spurting. Groaning, I managed a few small spasms, I felt a little dribble of come leak out and then… nothing. No huge release, no elation. Nothing. It just… ended.<br /><br />"No, no," I moaned to myself, "not like this. Oh, is that it? Damn it, is that all?"<br /><br />She was just as surprised. "Poor baby, did you come? Was that all of it?"<br /><br />I nodded, still breathing heavily. I barely felt myself pull out of her. I started to roll off in disgust, but she grabbed hold of my hair, and guided my head down to her pussy again.<br /><br />"I'm not finished," she said reproachfully, "I thought that you'd at least wait for me, but you’re so inconsiderate. Now you have to make me come again. You'll just have to eat me some more."<br /><br />It took a few seconds to register this. "Umm, but I just came," I complained, feeling cheated.<br /><br />"Oh, you barely came at all, isn't that what you were complaining about? There can’t possibly be much there. Besides, I've gotten used to not cleaning up a mess afterwards, so you can just take care of it while you're down there." She pulled harder; I gave in, and soon her legs were over my shoulders, my tongue buried in her, tasting our salty mingled juices. As usual, it didn't take long for her to come. I could feel my own cock begin to stir again, but she didn't seem interested. Before long, she was lying on her side, asleep, my arms wrapped around her, my semi-hard cock still locked in the cage and pressing against her warm ass. I fell asleep, wondering what I could ask for my birthday next year.<br /><br /><strong>Tuesday</strong><br />I awoke before the alarm. My cock was raging, stiff and purple in the cage. I was again lying on my side, my hips rubbing up against her ass, trying to feel the warm heat against the bit of skin poking through the bars. I rolled onto my back, trying to calm down. At least it was Tuesday and my birthday was over. Finally, I could be free. I thought about how many different ways I could come, when my wife woke up. She rolled over on top of me, stroking my attempt at a hard-on.<br /><br />"So, how did you like your birthday present?" she asked lazily. I was still frustrated, of course, but at least I could see the light at the end of the tunnel.<br /><br />"It was very nice. I'm glad you're awake - I'm looking forward to getting out of this thing now. Do we have time for a quickie? I'm still frustrated from last night."<br /><br />She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really? <em>How </em>frustrated?"<br /><br />I grunted in exasperation. "You have no friggin’ idea. All that buildup and then we just let it dribble out? I’m dying. I need something, anything. A handjob? Please?"<br /><br />She was quiet for a few moments. "Umm, no, no time right now. Besides, you did get some kind of release, so what are you complaining about? You're lucky that you got that much."<br /><br />I snorted. "Yeah, funny. That didn't count as coming."<br /><br />She shrugged, and regarded me quietly. I shook her.<br /><br />"So, um, the key. Or are you going to make me wait until after work again?"<br /><br />She pressed her hands on my chest and raised herself to look at me. "Well, I was thinking. This was kind of fun, and it hasn't even been a week. I've had my toenails done, and had a nice massage, and I've gotten to come nicely every day."<br /><br />She looked away for a few moments, then looked back at me, "So, this is working pretty well for <em>me</em>. Besides, this way there's no mess to clean up, I don't get sticky afterwards. And if I do decide to let you come like last night, it's pretty easy for you to take care of it. I might miss your cock, but you do so well with that dildo that I could manage for a while."<br /><br />"A <em>while</em>?!" I cried, "What the hell are you talking about?!"<br /><br />She drew a breath. "What do you <em>think </em>I'm talking about? I'm saying that I don't see any reason to unlock you. I'm getting everything that I want. You even get to come, apparently, even though it's not a big one. Besides, this way, you'll continue to stay interested in me."<br /><br />"But I'm always interested in you!" I almost shouted. What kind of game was she playing, I wondered.<br /><br />She put her finger on my lips. "You're nicer, more attentive, and you have more energy around the house. Plus, I rather like being in control of your comings and goings. Certainly your comings." She smiled at me again. "What I'm saying is that I like things just the way that they are. I know it was supposed to be your birthday present, but I really don't want to unlock you," she said firmly. "Well, maybe for our anniversary in a few months. Just think about the nice fucking that I’ll give you then."<br /><br />I groaned. Some birthday present <em>this </em>turned out to be.Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33990523.post-44638410317792179142007-03-23T15:18:00.000-04:002007-03-23T15:20:45.800-04:00Commentation on My Chastity Story<p>It's been three weeks since I posted about one of the <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/03/02/my-own-chastity-story/">chastity episodes</a> with my wife. Except for a couple of Yahoo groups, I've never told that story anywhere; I'm amazed that I still feel embarrassed about some of my kinks, even behind the anonymity of the internet, but I'm even more amazed at how interesting other people found it. I've had 1,600 hits on that post alone, and several hundred more on my old Blogger site, and over a dozen comments. Some of you left questions, and I wanted to take the opportunity to address them.</p> <p><cite><a href="http://www.ladyjulia.net/blog/" mce_href="http://www.ladyjulia.net/blog/" rel="external nofollow">Lady Julia</a></cite> Says: How do you feel about this years later? Are you happy you did it? Do you have any regrets?</p> <blockquote><p>This took place about two years ago. Yes, we are both happy that we did this, and it led to some good - and long overdue - discussions between us about sexuality and intimacy. It was good for me to finally begin to express some of the kinkier sides of me that I repressed for the previous decade. And I think it was particularly good for my wife to allow herself some creative sex play, something that she seemed to have given up since we were married. It took me a long time to become convinced that she was enjoying herself, and not simply indulging me.</p></blockquote> <blockquote><p>Aside from the regret that we hadn't done this years earlier, I do regret that we still had not been able to resolve some of our issues with <i>emotional</i> intimacy when this happened. Unfortunately, there were times when it seemed (to me) that keeping me locked up (as we called it) might have been a means for her to avoid intimacy. It really wasn't until last year that we were able to get more of a handle on the real issues. That ties into the part about my wondering if she was merely being indulgent; fortunately, we are now able to address those issues better than we had in the past.</p></blockquote> <p><cite><a href="http://suzywearsthepants.blogspot.com/" mce_href="http://suzywearsthepants.blogspot.com/" rel="external nofollow">Suzy</a></cite> Says: I’d have to be in the no column as well:)</p> <blockquote><p>Understandably so. I want to stress that my wife did not <i>really </i>want this to be a permanent condition; but as we began to explore, just talking about the fantasy became very hot for both of us. It was a good experience overall, though, and it allowed the both of us to examine how reality intersects with fantasy.</p></blockquote> <p><cite><a href="http://russroach.wordpress.com/" mce_href="http://russroach.wordpress.com/" rel="external nofollow">Russ</a></cite> Says: Wow… Not sure I could last 48 hours, let alone months.</p> <blockquote><p>A few years ago, I would have said the same thing. It's not as if I had always had this fantasy; as I explained later, it just sort of snuck up on me. To give it some perspective, I've often referred to it as "BDSM Lite" - the device became a 24/7 reminder of a change in our relationship. It's kind of like having bondage without the the overt display of collars and other equipment.</p></blockquote> <p><cite>Sassy</cite> Says: Also sounds like she found her niche. Did you ever think she would come so far from where you were initially?</p> <blockquote><p>She did find a niche, and even now she occasionally wants me to wear the harness, even without me being locked up; she really enjoys the idea of me being aroused <i>and </i>frustrated. It gives her a sense of control or ownership that she finds exciting.</p></blockquote> <blockquote><p>I don't know how far I had expected her to come. When we were dating she showed some rather overt dominant traits, which was one of the things that attracted me to her. I was, however, surprised when she admitted that she would like to try this.</p></blockquote> <p><cite><a href="http://diggerjones.wordpress.com/" mce_href="http://diggerjones.wordpress.com/" rel="external nofollow">diggerjones</a></cite> Says: So when does she apply the soldering iron to the lock to make it permenent?</p> <blockquote><p>As I said, we both find this to be a hot fantasy, but neither of us would want this for more than a few <strike> weeks</strike> <strike>months </strike>years at a time.</p></blockquote> <p><cite><a href="http://cah1470.wordpress.com/" mce_href="http://cah1470.wordpress.com/" rel="external nofollow">Cat</a></cite> Says: <i>"she confessed that the hottest thing in the world at the moment was knowing that I was caged, frustrated, and aroused just for her."</i> Are you kidding what woman would not find that appealing????</p> <blockquote><p>Cat, that's why I like you!<br />I've been active in several Chastity groups for some years, and I can tell you that according to the men who post, most women partners are horrified, bored, disinterested, or freaked out by the idea. I think that a lot of men approach it in a way that is probably a turn-off for them, but it's apparently not for everyone.</p></blockquote> <p>I saved Kimba for last...</p> <p><cite><a href="http://www.thelovequote.blogspot.com/" mce_href="http://www.thelovequote.blogspot.com/" rel="external nofollow">kimba</a></cite> Says: Tom..? I have questions..</p> <blockquote><p>That's why I'm here.</p></blockquote> <p>Don’t you miss the feeling of your wife? Especially against your fren piercing and all?</p> <blockquote><p>You missed the part where I said that this happened a couple of years ago. I was describing a series of episodes that started opening up the concepts for us. It's okay; you were probably one of those who skipped the details and went straight to the hot sex part.</p></blockquote> <p>I am thinking now of your penis far more than I think I should..</p> <blockquote><p>If I had a dollar for every time I've heard that one... I'd have a dollar.</p></blockquote> <p>I guess this post heightens the more than just physical act of lovemaking.. Damn I am talking around in circles trying to understand the concept..</p> <blockquote><p>No, this is actually very insightful. When I put on the harness and make love to my wife, is it sex? Of course it is! Sex isn't just about tubes of meat - it's about the sensual and the emotional, the sights and sounds and feelings all over your body. Hell, it's not even about the orgasm; I have found that the anticipation and arousal are more enjoyable- certainly much longer lasting - than the ten seconds of fireworks. I'm not discounting those ten seconds, of course, but I have long ago learned not to make them the <i>reason </i>for everything that leads up to them.</p> <p>Back when I was in my early 20s I used to practice yoga. I ran across Tantric and Taoist practices, and learned about the pleasure that can be had by limiting my own physical orgasms, to sublimate them, as it were, into pleasure of another sort. It's not for everybody, admittedly. But over the years I have found that I really enjoy the low-level arousal that stays with me for days at a time.</p></blockquote>Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33990523.post-88148538007185399132007-03-19T17:54:00.000-04:002007-03-19T17:55:21.001-04:00Chastity - Some Backstory, Part 1Just what is the fascination with chastity devices and orgasm denial? In the couple of weeks past that I posted a bit about my wife and I experimenting with it, my blog hits have gone through the roof. That post has had more hits in the last two weeks than the next most popular post had in a month - and considering that the previous post had been mentioned in Sugasm, that's saying a lot.<br /><br />There were some good comments on that post, too, but before I get into all that, I think this would be an appropriate time to give some background to this.<br /><br />Back in the early 1990s, when the internet was still for geeks, one of my hobbies was web surfing. You know,go to a site, find a link, from there go to another site, then another, then another, until it was 1:15 am and you were a long way from where you'd started at 8:30 pm. Because I'm a normal guy, I'd look for p0rn - not so much for wank fodder, but simply because I found it enjoyable to look at attractive, leather-clad, whip-wielding Mistress types (Sorry, Bitchy, but the thigh-booted, cruel Dominatrix look is still hot, no matter what you say about it). I'd also look for stories, and more importantly, web forums where I could read about people - real people - who were exploring their BDSM-ish natures, especially since this was not an outlet easily open to me in Lower Podunk.<br /><br />Anyway, in surfing one evening, I ran across a link to a fairly new site that had mostly emails from men (and some women) about chastity devices; reviews of the several devices available at the time, tips on how to make home-made devices, and tales (some true, some not) of being locked in for various periods of time. Chastity aficionados will recognize this as the inimitable Altairboy pages; perhaps the oldest, and certainly the most famous of this genre. I read the stories on that website the way one might look with fascination while passing an automobile accident. To me, it was almost beyond comprehension; I'd spent most of my adult life trying to have as much sex as possible, and here were people - mostly men, but not all - who were not only being denied, but who enjoyed it.<br /><br />Weird!<br /><br />After an hour or two of reading, I left the site, and didn't think much about it, until a year or so later I ran across it again. I couldn't believe that dozens of new stories had been added, plus pictures, and even more tips on modifying home-built devices. I again scanned the site, and surfed on elsewhere.<br /><br />But the seed had taken root.<br /><br />A few months later I was back again. And then a few weeks later. And then I'd stop by weekly to see if there were any new posts. I began to find them arousing, in fact, and read a few of them more than once.<br /><br />And then, it happened. If you had told me this a couple of years previously I'd have said that you were crazy, but it happened all the same: I began to wonder how it would be to be locked into a device. I began to imagine them in my head, how they would look, how they would fit, and how I would feel with someone - one of those stern, cruel, Mistress-y types, perhaps - holding the key.<br /><br />The various online fetish shops were selling items that, while not good for long-term use, were probably okay for weekend play, maybe even a week. I looked at them. And looked at them. Looked at some more. And finally, after exchanging several emails with Joel, owner of The Stockroom, I actually bought one; the style that they used to call a Stallion Guard. It looks pretty cool, but the cage was a little bulky, and did not bend into the most comfortable position for long-term wear. Also, the leather strap that encircled the balls began to stretch to the point where I had to cut new slots in it in order to keep it from slipping off. Lesson learned: "fetish" wear does not necessarily mean "comfort" wear.<br /><br />By this time the CB2000 had come to the market, and after looking at pictures for several months, I began to get an idea for a device that incorporated the cage with a more comfortable design, and one that could be worn for long periods. Oh, and security would be a big issue to overcome, but since I have a machine shop to putter around in, I felt confident that I could work out the details. So, I decided to build my own.Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33990523.post-83970226272198150612007-03-09T20:43:00.000-05:002007-03-09T20:45:09.107-05:00Fetish Lore<p>No, this is not about the history of fetishes. I'm just taking a moment to mention that the cottage industry of kink that is otherwise known as <a href="http://www.downonmyknees.com/" mce_href="http://www.downonmyknees.com/" title="Down on my Knees" target="_blank">Richard </a>- the <a href="http://www.amorouspropensities.com/" mce_href="http://www.amorouspropensities.com/" title="Amorous Propensities" target="_blank">pansexual</a> <a href="http://polyfetishist.com/" mce_href="http://polyfetishist.com/" title="Polyfetishist Directory" target="_blank">polyfetishist</a> - apparently does not had enough to do with the dozen or so blogs and feed aggregates that he manages; so he has just begun a web message board:</p> <p><a href="http://fetishlore.com/" mce_href="http://fetishlore.com" title="The Fetish Lore Web Board" target="_blank">Fetish Lore</a></p> <p>The board is for the discussion of D/s, BDSM, kink and fetishes. He hopes to have it develop as a low-profile operation for the education of those who are new to the lifestyle, who have questions but might be embarrassed to post at some of the more heavily trafficked groups. There are discussion groups ranging from the psychology and philosophy of D/s, to practical tips on bondage, to chastity and orgasm denial, to... well, you'll just have to see for yourself. I'll be checking in regularly to answer questions on chastity and orgasm denial, and I expect that some other well-known blogsters will be dropping by, as well.</p> <p>Richard and I have exchanged an email or three over the last couple of years, and I have always found him to be calm, serious, and not disposed to suffering those from the Church of the One True Way lightly. I suspect that there are a number of people who read the various blogs who have questions about these topics that won't be answered on them. Discussion boards can be a great resource for those who are looking for some education and support, and I urge anyone who might be too shy to post on the Comments sections to drop by and check things out.</p>Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33990523.post-15274481001818209292007-03-02T13:36:00.000-05:002007-03-02T13:37:27.836-05:00My own chastity story<p> Okay, I've got a story, of sorts. It's not my usual Friday Fantasy because, well, it's not fantasy. This goes back to when my wife and I were first experimenting with chastity play and orgasm denial.</p> <p>I've mentioned that a few years ago my wife and I tried some chastity play for a while. It started off as "just for a couple of weeks," and when a couple of weeks went by, we ( and yes, it was a "we" decision, we're not into any <i>serious </i>D/s) thought we'd go for a month. The month turned into two, then three and then six, and it ended up being almost 8 1/2 months of 24/7 wear in my CB3000. I was not allowed to have an orgasm during that entire time. Since it was mostly her idea in the first place - we had been looking for a kink to experiment with and that seemed to grab her fancy - I went along with any decision she made about it, just so she could get comfortable with the idea.</p> <p>At first, she unlocked me a couple of times a week to have sex, and then I would clean up and we would replace the cage. After a month or so, we invested in a good strap-on harness and a good silicone dildo, and my unlockings became less frequent, several times it being four, five, or six weeks running. She prefers penetration over oral, so the harness really worked well for her. When the time came for our agreement to end, we were in the middle of some marital differences, so we put away the toys for a bit. We thought about playing once in a while, but frankly, after 8 months, going for a couple of weeks just didn't seem quite as exciting, so we didn't bother with it for a while.</p> <p>Anyway, about seven or eight months after we had ended the last session, my wife left for a trip to visit some family for a week. I stayed home because of work (and because I enjoy my alone time anyway). So after spending the first day masturbating a few times out of boredom, I dug out the CB3k, cleaned it off and locked it on myself. Surprisingly, it didn't take long for me to get used to it again, so I left it on for the rest of the week. When it came time to head to the airport to pick her up, I was going to remove it, but at the last minute decided to leave it on. I got the bags, we had dinner, and she didn't discover it until we got home. She felt it against her leg, but didn't say anything until later on when we went to bed. She then asked why I had put it on and how long I'd worn it (just for the hell of it, and all week). We talked and then made out for a few minutes, and that's when I discovered something: she was wet. No, I don't mean the moistness that women get when they're aroused; I mean literally dripping down her legs with excitement.</p> <p>I made love to her with my fingers and my mouth for a while, maybe 20 or 30 minutes, and then she asked me to put on the harness. I entered her, slowly at first, resting my weight on her and remembering how to angle myself for her pleasure. By this time I was rock-hard inside my cage, my balls were tight against the ring, everything straining to be free. I found my rhythm, and brought her to a tremendous climax literally within a minute. I slowed to give her time to breathe, and she indicated that I should keep going. As I continued my slow, deep thrusts, she began talking to me - something she rarely does during lovemaking - asking me how it felt to be locked up again, telling me that she missed me inside the device, and telling me how hot it made her to feel the dildo deep inside her with my hard cock inside the cage bumping into her ass. In no time at all she was coming again. And again. And again. It seemed that each time was more powerful than the last. Finally, I whispered in her ear that I didn't want her to allow me to come that night, that I would stay locked up because it was obviously making her so hot, and she came so suddenly and so hard that she gave herself a headache. We relaxed for a few minutes and then went to sleep. Well, at least <i>she </i>did - I was awake for a while longer, trying to calm down.</p> <p>We had things to do during the week, so we didn't even get a chance to talk, let alone have a repeat of that first night. But finally the weekend came, and Friday night found us freshly showered and in bed, our bodies hot against each other. I reminded her that I hadn't come in over two weeks, and in response, she placed my hand on her mound so I could again feel how wet she had become just thinking about my frustration that week. No oral tonight, she asked me to put the harness on right away, and we spent the next hour in some more serious lovemaking. Again, I noted how turned on she seemed to be, and she kept repeating that she was getting off more and more on the idea of having me locked up. And that's when it started to come out; she whispered that she wanted to keep me locked up even longer than the last time, to not even let me out for a moment. Each time she mentioned it brought her to another climax, and by the end of the evening she was as worn out as I'd ever seen her. She went right to sleep from sheer exhaustion, while I lay awake for a while, not just from my own frustrated arousal, as from this new development on her part. Was she really serious?</p> <p>A few days later I began to get an idea of just how serious she was. We went to bed early one night, and began kissing and fondling each other, and she said that because she was tired, she only wanted me to take her with the dildo for five or ten minutes. So during our lovemaking, I asked her how serious she was about not letting me out and about going for longer than last time. Nice months? Ten? Perhaps a year? She started to respond that the idea of me agreeing to go for a year was so hot... and she climaxed right in the middle of her sentence! Oh yes, she was serious; she'd love to see me frustrated, to know that I'd be aroused and excited all the time just for her. Our "five or ten minutes" soon turned into 45, and again she fell asleep out of exhaustion. Needless to say, I was awake - again - for quite some time.</p> <p>Fortunately, we managed to make time for each other a couple of days later, and I tried to keep our lovemaking slow and paced. I asked her how serious she was, and each time she kept responding that she wanted me to stay locked up for a long time. Then she asked the tough question: Did I want to know how long? I thought about it, and told her no, I don't want to know - I was willing to leave it completely at her discretion. Oh, how that sent her into a series of short, fast orgasms; and when she was done, she asked me to tell her again, to beg her to keep me locked up. Each time I told her that I didn't want to come sent waves of pleasure through her like I'd never seen. She even suggested that we make a replica of my own cock, so that she'd never have a reason to allow me to be out, and I told her that we could check blowfish.com for something, since they had several that were very natural looking. She wondered how I'd feel about being "replaced", and of course, I told her that as long as I was keeping her satisfied, it was good enough for me. Ah yes, that was the right answer, and she soon finished, exhausted and happy.</p> <p>Needless to say, by the end of the week we had checked the Blowfish site and had decided on the Bent Realistic (medium) because it seemed to be the closest thing to my own natural shape and size. I spent the money for the expedited shipping, and soon found just <i>how </i>closely it resembled me - close enough to make her very excited and me very nervous. We couldn't wait to try it out, though, and soon I was half proud and half jealous of this new addition. The large head stimulated her better than the dildo we had been using, and best - or maybe worst - of all, she kept saying how much it felt just like my own cock. I found that I could position it just a little lower on my hips, and before long my wife was whispering in my ear thoughts and fantasies of keeping me locked in the device for longer and longer periods, of not ever allowing me to come, of forever feeling my cage pressed against her ass while I filled her with my new silicone "friend". And each time she whispered a new fantasy brought her another wave of pleasure, another climax, and another satisfied sigh.</p> <p>We finished with her asking me to lay on my back so she could ride me. This is my favorite position because I enjoy watching her. As she pressed herself onto me, I felt the stirrings of a "release", what I call it when my body is about to release it's semen without an orgasm. I told her what was happening, and she paused and asked me to stop. It was very difficult because I'd gotten so completely turned on from pleasuring her, but I managed to hold on. When I was back in control, she told me that she didn't even want me to release unless she gave me permission, perhaps once a month or so. She continued to move her hips on me, slowly, just enough to keep herself aroused, but not quite enough to come. She told me that she found herself even more excited this time around than the previous session, and while she couldn't explain what the attraction was to her, it became obvious that she had developed a serious kink, perhaps even a fetish for this. As she worked herself into the last climax of the night, she confessed that the hottest thing in the world at the moment was knowing that I was caged, frustrated, and aroused just for her. She said that she was serious about not allowing me to come, and in fact, about not even allowing me out of the cage for at least six months and probably for a year, to a year and a half - right up until the summer. Could I handle it?</p> <p>I don't know.</p> <p>Could I?</p> <p>Could you?</p>Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33990523.post-72194514813090382442007-02-18T12:41:00.000-05:002007-02-18T12:44:14.550-05:00Fauxdommes & Fauxmissives<p>Sometimes it's simply too difficult to keep one's mind in the game. All those rules and regulations start running together, and if you're not focused you'll wake up one morning and realize that you're confused, and that some Dick will tell you that you're not as real as you once thought you were. Then the existential questions will follow. W/which L/letters G/get C/capitalized? Who gets and who gives the oral? Which one of you gets on top? Should you really need the restraints? Where's the corkscrew for that bottle of golden champagne? And whatever happened to that steaming hot sex you were having?</p> <p>In other words, smoking more now, but enjoying it less?</p> <p>Take heart - now there's hope for the busy would-be kinksters who simply don't have time for those D/s ettiquette courses. A recently dicovered Tantric manuscript found in the Earl of Edgerton's library (that is, under the cracked floorboard of the coat closet in the pantry next to the library) describes the long-forgotten art of becoming <i>less </i>"dommier" or "subbier" than the next person, while still managing to increase one's inner pleasure. And since the Earl is already not having sex with more women than he can handle, he has graciously offered to have copies of the manuscript made and passed into the public domain.</p> <p>Goddesses, Ladies, Mistresses, and Womyn can now learn the re-discovered ancient esoteric and erotic art of <i>"<a href="http://suzywearsthepants.blogspot.com/2007/02/fauxdom.html" mce_href="http://suzywearsthepants.blogspot.com/2007/02/fauxdom.html" target="_blank">Fauxdomination</a>."</i></p> <p>And just as importantly, slaves, would-be slaves, groveling worms, pets, and ambulatory washbasins who have not been able to keep their thoughts focused properly can now learn the ancient art of <i>"fauxmissiveness."</i> Like Fauxdomination, fauxmissiveness is 1/3 easier to practice, and 42% faster to learn.</p> <p>No longer will a Domme have to weigh the consequences of allowing a submissive to think for himself. Likewise, submissives will no longer have to wonder if they are being selfish when they complain of work pressure, chest pain, or missing appendages.</p> <p>A smart Fauxdomme will begin training her pet as a fauxmissive without delay. Unless it's really inconvenient right now. But later is good, too.</p> <p>The Earl apologizes for not making a personal appearance to announce this important find. It seems that he has been somewhat distraught ever since somebody mailed to him a small package (it came C.O.D.) containing a large popsicle stick with a number of rubber bands stapled to the tip.</p>Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33990523.post-63682012692824435812007-02-04T22:32:00.000-05:002007-02-04T22:35:53.300-05:00"... but when I'm bad, I'm terrific."<p> The quote from Mae West supposedly went "When I'm good, I'm very good; but when I'm bad, I'm terrific." I've always liked the humor of it, but it points up something interesting. As a response to my post on the <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2007/01/17/67560/">"fines"</a> for being bad, <a href="http://suzywearsthepants.blogspot.com/2007/01/bad-girl.html" mce_href="http://suzywearsthepants.blogspot.com/2007/01/bad-girl.html" title="Bad Girl!" target="_blank">Suzy</a> (who managed a respectable $610.10) had this to say (before she yanked the post from sheer embarrassment:</p> <blockquote><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">I actually did this on the up and up. Pretty much all the bad stuff was before I became involved in with Ty. Some of the fun stuff was afterward:)</span></p> <p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">I’ve known Ty since high school but of course I was not interested in him at all because he was:</span></p> <p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Nice</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Kind</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Decent</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Gorgeous</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Honorable</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Intelligent</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Fun</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Hardworking</span></p> <p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Being with him would have seriously derailed my master plan to completely fuck up my life. In the infinite wisdom of youth I wanted guys who were none of the above. Boy there’s another whole blog. Better go before I get all bummed out and start running up the fines again.</span></p></blockquote> <p>Likewise, <a href="http://thelovequote.blogspot.com/" mce_href="http://thelovequote.blogspot.com/" title="The Fetish Quote" target="_blank">Kimba </a>had something in a similar vein <a href="http://thelovequote.blogspot.com/2007/02/dating-at-thirty-umm-something.html" mce_href="http://thelovequote.blogspot.com/2007/02/dating-at-thirty-umm-something.html" title="Dating at 30-something" target="_blank">recently:</a></p> <blockquote><p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Really guys.. I used to like you ten years ago.. So why now are so many of you such uptight, ungenerous, unadventurous, unromantic, pain in the arse bastards?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"> [Do you] guys get dicked around by women who promise they'll call and never do.. by women who leave you as soon as the sex is over, your pants still around your ankles?</span></p></blockquote> <p><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>I've belonged to several web groups where the longest running threads often had titles like "Why do women like jerks?" or "I'm a nice guy, why can't I find a nice girl?" And as much as I hate playing up the stereotypes, I think that this one deserves some discussion. Like Ty, when I was young I thought that the way to attract women was to be polite, decent, honest and considerate.</p> <p>Umm... not that I ever was all of those things <i>consistently</i>, of course, but I did make an effort.</p> <p>In high school I did the "nice guy" thing and consequently spent a lot of Saturday nights hanging out with the other nice guys. In college, though, I began to wise up. Good thing, too, or else I'd have missed out on a lot of interesting experiences and this blog would have to be called "<i>The Solid Middle of Vanilla</i>."</p> <p>I was reminiscing about some of those experiences from back then, and I remember something interesting. When I was about 21 or 22, I roomed with a guy I'd met when I was a freshman. We became good friends over the next few years, and after college he and I shared an apartment for a while. It was our first bachelor pad. No lava lights or shag carpeting, but it was a nice place, warm, off-street parking, and working utilities. We were both polite, attentive, sensitive, and well read.</p> <p>Translation: we were often dateless on Saturday nights. And Fridays. Not much happening on Thursdays, either. Well, we did get a lot of the "chaste kiss followed by 'I really like you as a friend...' " routines.</p> <p>My friend finally snapped under the pressure. He was tired of being a "friend" to all of these women who only wanted to cry over what a jerk their last (or current) boyfriend was being toward them. He decided that the only way to get any action was to be a real jerk, himself. An "insufferable bastard", I believe he termed it. And he methodically set about acting as boorish and loutish as one could imagine. I tried this, too, but when we traded tales, he was much better at it than I. He stood women up, neglected to call them afterwards, stopped taking them to nice places for dinner and instead took them to dives. He would take their number and not call them after sex - which he seemed to be having in record quantities.</p> <p>He stopped picking them up, insisting that dates meet him someplace. And unbelievably, his social calendar was always full. He did this for about a year and a half. I met many of his dates; some of them worked with him, some of them met him through other friends. The weirdest part was that some of them told me that they had "never really noticed him before," but lately found that there was "something different" about him. One of them used to call me monthly to complain about how he never called her anymore, and asked if he had said anything to me about that.</p> <p>He and I lost touch over the years, but we reconnected a few years ago, and one night we went out to dinner and spent a few hours talking about that whole thing. I now think that he used it as an excuse to take out some hostility, but that's a completely unprofessional opinion. But the fact remains that date-wise, he was much more successful at attracting women when he acted like a jerk.</p> <p>He finally met someone that he liked enough to make him stop. There is no small irony in that she turned out to have a bitchy streak a mile wide, and after about 15 years, she divorced him and married the guy that she'd been cheating on him with. An alcoholic with a poor job history and a motorcycle.</p> <p>There's a lesson in here someplace. Isn't there? </p>Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33990523.post-48438648566469002402007-01-26T10:49:00.001-05:002007-01-26T10:49:50.969-05:00Friday... Naked Lunch"Try this. I think it's a little bland, but we can work with it."<br /><br />"Mmm. Yes, it would be nice to spice it up a bit."<br /><br />"You want it <span style="font-style: italic;">spicier</span>? Really?"<br /><br />"Yes, you know I like it spicy!"<br /><br />"Didn't you tell me last week that things were too spicy lately, and you needed to have it more 'comforting', I think you called it?"<br /><br />"Well, that was last week. I'm hungry for something spicier now."<br /><br />"How spicy do you want it?"<br /><br />"A little spicier than this."<br /><br />"A little?"<br /><br />"Umm..."<br /><br />"Tell me. How spicy?"<br /><br />"More. "<br /><br />"Tell me, dammit! <span style="font-style: italic;">How spicy?</span>"<br /><br />"More! I want <span style="font-style: italic;">more</span>. More than <span style="font-style: italic;">this</span>."<br /><br />"Okay, how's this?"<br /><br />"Mmm...."<br /><br />"Better?"<br /><br />"Nuh uh. More."<br /><br />"Okay, have some of this! How's <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span>, huh?"<br /><br />"Oooh. Yeah, more like that."<br /><br />"You want more? Huh? You want <span style="font-style: italic;">more </span>of this?"<br /><br />"Yes, yes, yes... more, give me more."<br /><br />"Okay, you asked for it. See this? Huh, see how big it is?"<br /><br />"Oooh, it's big, isn't it?"<br /><br />"I'm going to put it in."<br /><br />"No! Not <span style="font-style: italic;">all </span>of it?"<br /><br />"You want spicy, I'm gonna give you spicy."<br /><br />"Ooohhhh, I'll never be able to take all that."<br /><br />"Oh yes you will. You're gonna take it, and you're gonna like it, you hear me?"<br /><br />"Oh, oh...Oh!"<br /><br />"Liking, it, aren't you?"<br /><br />"Y... yes."<br /><br />"Here, take some more."<br /><br />"No, I don't think I ca... oooh, yes, that's good."<br /><br />"Yeah, like that. Now I'm gonna give you <span style="font-style: italic;">all </span>of it."<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">All?</span>"<br /><br />"Yeah, all. Here it goes... there, how's that?"<br /><br />"Mmmmm... oh yes, yes, yes... that's fantastic."<br /><br />"There, satisfied now?"<br /><br />"Oh yes! That's what I like! Thank you for making it so spicy for me."<br /><br />"It's my pleasure. Just remind me to pick up another bottle of chipotle sauce at the grocery next week."Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33990523.post-67077637223021801622007-01-23T10:47:00.000-05:002007-01-23T10:54:27.948-05:00I've Been Sugasmed!<p>Yes, <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/">my WordPress blog</a> was entered in the latest Sugasm sex blogger roundup.<br /><b><br /></b></p><p><b>Sugasm #63 </b></p> <p>The best of this weeks blogs by the bloggers who blog them. Highlighting the top 3 posts as chosen by Sugasm participants. Want in Sugasm #63? 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promise you a nice fucking for your birthday, didn't I? Would you mind if I tied you up first?"</p> <p>"<i>Would I?</i> You mean you have <i>to ask?</i>"</p> <p>The nylon webbing was already attached to the headboard. In a minute we had the thick leather cuffs snugly around my wrists and she was snapping the clips to the steel ring. She propped my neck and head up on a few pillows, and stroked my chest and stomach lightly with her fingernails. "You've been looking forward to your present, ever since I promised you the fucking of your life for your birthday, haven't you?"</p> <p>I nodded, enjoying her touch. I closed my eyes, savoring the light, sharp rake of her nails down my stomach, down to my thighs.</p> <p>She bent down to nuzzle my neck, her gentle bites causing me to moan a little bit. Her lips traveled down my chest, moving from one nipple to the other. Again, her gentle nipping sent electric shocks throughout the rest of my body, making me alternate between moaning and gasping. After a few minutes, she continued downward, planting soft kisses and tiny nibbles on my stomach, then lower still, teasing and promising delights yet to come. Her mouth moved down to my thighs, and her tongue traced the line where my thighs joined my body. My hips, seemingly of their own accord, raised to meet her touch. </p><p>The next thing I knew, it was twenty minutes later and I was whispering "Oh please, please..." over and over again.</p> <p>"It looks like you're pretty aroused," she whispered into my ear. She gave my earlobe a little nibble, and said "I'll be right back. I need to change into something more ... <i>appropriate </i>for your birthday fucking." She emphasized the word with a tweak of my nipple.<br /></p> <p>I was panting with desire. "No, no, come back," I pleaded, but the only response was her evil laughter and the sound of the bathroom door closing.</p> <p>I took a few deep breaths to get myself centered. It seemed as if something was "off." I was naked and restrained, and very, very vulnerable. Suddenly, I realized that I was not <i>completely </i>naked. There was one article of, well, not exactly clothing, but something that I thought should be removed. In fact, considering her promise two months ago, it seemed essential. Yes, over two months ago, she promised to give me a "birthday fucking," one like I'd never had before in my life. But there was a catch, a catch that was suddenly very apparent.</p> <p>"Um, honey?" I called out to the bathroom door. "I don't want to sound ungrateful or anything, but I think you forgot something."</p> <p>She opened the door to reply. "What's the matter? Do you need a drink of water?"</p> <p>"No, but I need something else if I'm going to do any fucking tonight."</p> <p>"What's that?" she called around the edge of the door.</p> <p>"The key. Where's the key?"</p> <p>Through the open door I heard her fumbling around with clothes and zippers and snaps. "What are you talking about?" she asked.</p> <p>"Usually you're wearing the key around your neck. I didn't notice it tonight."</p> <p>"I haven't worn it in a few weeks, Mr. Observant."</p> <p>Oh oh. Nothing like not noticing when they change something. At least it wasn't a new hairdo, I thought.</p> <p>"Besides, I thought you got over all those problems getting it adjusted and comfortable to wear," she continued, "so what's the problem now?"</p> <p>"Um, no problem with the <i>comfort</i>," I called back, "it's just that I was looking forward to some good sex."</p> <p>"Yeah, me too," she replied, "So?"</p> <p>"Well, how am I going to have sex with you if you don't take the damn chastity device off of me?" I asked, a touch impatiently.</p> <p>A few more clothing noises from the bathroom. "Who said anything about removing your device?" she called back.</p> <p>Now I was confused. "You did! You said I'd get to fuck you for my birthday!"</p> <p>"No I didn't," she replied teasingly, "What I <i>said </i>was that <i>you </i>were going to get a good <i>fucking </i>for your birthday... one like you'd never had before in your life. I certainly don't remember saying anything about letting you out of the device, though, do you?" The bathroom light snapped off.</p> <p>"But how..." I began, and then stopped.</p> <p>She walked out of the bathroom, dressed in a leather body harness. She climbed up onto the bed and positioned herself between my legs. I lowered my gaze to her hips and caught my breath.</p><p>The strap-on gleamed in the flickering candlelight.<br /></p> <p>She grinned down evilly at me. "Are you ready for your birthday fucking?" </p>Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33990523.post-1168553115504549132007-01-11T17:04:00.000-05:002007-01-11T17:07:51.583-05:00The Edge of Famous<p>I mostly use the WordPress account because, well, I like it better than my mirror on Blogger. Cooler features, easier to manage, pretty colors. I wish I could modify the template more, but one thing at a time.</p> <p>Anyway, last week I was home sick with a wicked flu, so I didn't bother looking at the other account. I checked it the other day, though, and almost fell out of my chair. My hit count went crazy! Normally the WordPress blog gets between 200 and 300 hits per day, and the Blogger gets maybe half of that. But for several days running the Blogger account was double the WordPress one. What?</p> <p>Turns out I was getting most of the hits from <a title="Pure Filth!" target="_blank" mce_href="http://www.fleshbot.com/" href="http://www.fleshbot.com/">Fleshbot </a>- an adult blogger site. Apparently <b><a mce_href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com" href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/"><i>The Edge of Vanilla</i></a></b> was one of several featured blogs. More specifically, <a href="http://vanillaedge.wordpress.com/2006/12/15/another-friday-fantasy/">one of my Friday Fantasies </a>was mentioned in the Jan 5th picks.</p> <blockquote> <h2><a target="_blank" mce_href="http://fleshbot.com/sex/sex-blogs/sex-blog-roundup-laws-of-desire-226572.php" href="http://fleshbot.com/sex/sex-blogs/sex-blog-roundup-laws-of-desire-226572.php" title="Sex Blog Roundup: Laws Of Desire">Sex Blog Roundup: Laws Of Desire</a></h2> <p><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Devotion sometimes overwhelms simple desire, making lovers do things that would make no sense to anyone outside its spell. It makes a wife cherish a husband's t-shirt or a submissive crave a dominant's admonishments. Today's roundup of the some of our favorite recent writing from the sex blog scene runs the gamut of devotion from the sweet to the extreme, from a simple boudoir kiss to all manner of soul-shattering orgasms ... including those forced or denied.</span></p> </blockquote> <p>I should mention that my friend <a title="Crash's Sexy Stories" target="_blank" mce_href="http://sexystoryspot.blogspot.com/" href="http://sexystoryspot.blogspot.com/">Crash </a>was also on that list, as were several other blogs that I hadn't yet discovered. Some good reads on all of them, I might add.</p> <!-- google_ad_section_start --> <p>Gosh, I certainly hope that this brush with fame doesn't go to my head. </p>Tom Allenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04208222697436091267noreply@blogger.com0