[tongue+groove] From vanilla to spumoni

[Tongue+groove]

Update:

Yesterday evening Mrs. G unlocked me and said clean it good and be back here in 5 minutes for supper. When I returned she relocated me and said to put the key on her dresser for later.

Later I’m laying in bed waiting on her to shower. When she arrives she is quite demanding.

Her: get up, put down bed protection, unlock, and get in.

Me: yes ma’am!

Upon my task completion.

Her: you only watch and no touching anything.

Me:ok?

She proceeds to finger pleasure herself. She was very keen on my hands. If they moved she would stop and scold me.

I said no touching anything!!

She had me lick her fingers clean a time or two and would ask.

Would you like to taste this directly at the source.

Me: yes please!
Her: sorry no touching.

Then when she was done she used her sweet nectar to edge me. At one point she says .

Since you can’t stop whining you need to lock back up. I’m going to clean up you better be locked when I return.

When she returned I was trying my best to pack my hard on into the nub. She stood over me until I was accomplished.

Off to bed now I’m tired she says.

Me thinking, why do I enjoy her like this so much?

Tough night’s sleep but woke to fresh biscuits and gravy

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Revelation:

Yesterday I was quite consumed with installing new doors for our house remodeling. The nub and shoe’s was the only thing I was wearing. Suddenly I felt a bit strange down there, upon closer inspection I realized I had shrunk enough that air moved through.

Me thinking: that feels nice. Oh, but wait, better keep this to yourself. Just enjoy the moment.

Hmm, just wondering, am I actually becoming comfortable in this thing?

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Piv change up:

I’ve always had good piv stamina, sometimes too good in her opinion. Since chastity it’s been a different game. No personal time wanking and mr wanky has become more sensitive.

(Side note: one day I want to ask about improved sensitivity for us guys who had our foreskins stolen)

Back to the change up.

We discussed numbing cream for her piv pleasure. She loves natural piv and most recently piv edging. She doesn’t care for dildos and vibrators are so so.

Last night she was willing to give numbing cream a try.

She: unlocked me
Got me hard (not much work required)
Told me to apply the cream
While waiting for the 20 minutes ( wrapped in plastic wrap) I pleasured her.
Unwrap and wash off. (I can’t feel my hand on my cock but I can feel my cock in my hand, this is weird)
I’m now soft, can’t stroke to hard,
try a cock rink, now semi hard,
Can’t feel her either.
Too soft to stay in her
Frustrating!!!

What did I do wrong?

She’s tired and relaxed, goes to sleep.
I relock and join her.

30 minutes later I’m awake and cage straining.

I’m half asleep tugging at the she cage. It wake s her up. This is the worst deep dark void of space I’ve ever been in. I’m not sure I have a cock anymore.

She says: you locked up too quickly, unlock it and see what happens.

Boing! It’s as big and hard as ever.

Her half asleep: can you feel anything?
No!
Her: then give it a wank and see what happens.

Damn, still my hand can feel but my cock can’t. Then the unexpected happened.

Those full body uncontrollable orgasms hit me. Four in a row back to back and not even a drop came out of mr. Wanky.

Exhausted, dazed and confused. What just happened? what went wrong? I just want back in the nub where I’m safe.

This morning:

Her: you had quite a time last night.
Me: yeah, not sure what happened.
Her: you focused too much on yourself and not enough on me.
Me: oh.
Me: are those orgasms what it’s like for you?
Her: you mean the uncontrollable body convulsions like your having a seizure?
Me: yeah.
Her: yep that’s it.
Me: back to back 4 times though?
Her: sure when I’m treated properly. And next time you WILL focus on me and not your dick! Sorry to be demanding but apparently that’s what its going to take.
Me: yes ma’am, and there’s going to be a next time?
Her: yes but when I decide, and you have no say in the matter.

Me:

Her dangling the key: I need to head off to work now and you need to keep your hands off my cock. Enjoy your day in the cage. Bye I love you.

Time for me to try to digest this different side of her.

I’m open to the advice of the more experienced on this matter.

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Yesterday morning over coffee she said I appeared fidgety:

Me: yes I am. Just really snug and horny
Her: can I do anything to help.
Me: I don’t know? Just need to get past the 14 days mark.
Her: how about tonight we try to take a little pressure off. No coming of course. That must wait until the hotel.
Me: we can try, maybe it will help. I am in my peak days since my T shot.

She left for work then Last night:

I was all but asleep when she came to bed.
Her: I thought we were going to take some pressure off
Me: snooooorre, huh? What did you say.
Her: nothing, go back to sleep.

She sounded disappointed, but I was exhausted.

This morning over coffee:

Me: sorry about last night, I was completely wore out.
Her: it’s ok I just thought you needed some help and I didn’t want to disappoint you.
Me: it’ll be ok.

She left for our daughters house to spend the day.

Not sure what I’m doing falling asleep on her like that. She can go from vanilla to spumoni and back again so quickly. When I get released for piv in a week I will be at day 21. My record, if I can call it that, is 28 days.

She has on occasion threatened to make hotel sex the only real piv I ever get. That would mean once a year or less. She has swept that idea under the rug for the moment. She did tell me to pack anything and everything thing I might possibly need for the hotel event. I asked what she meant. She mentioned my cock ring (which she never talks about) because you never know what might be going to happen. somehow I think she may have something up her sleeve.

I could have gone twice last time we had piv. Is she planning on draining me? I don’t want the drop ever again. Could she be setting me up for a long haul?

Oh no. I just realized dear season is about 8 weeks away. That’s a big deal around here. She says I’m always hornier at that time. Says all I want is to hunt deer and rut her.

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Vanilla or spumoni? Some days I can’t decide.

Saturday evening she came home exhausted. Went to bed early and slept later than expected. I got up to start the coffee.

Her: where you going?
Me: to start the coffee, I slept too long, my joints hurt I need to move about.
Her getting up: too bad. I thought I might pump a little pressure off the top.
Me: I can come back.
Her: No, I’m up now.

Thinking to myself, is she messing with me or was she serious? Just don’t ask, it will cost you.

Me: thank you for thinking about me, but I think I will be ok for the moment.


Quick side note: Mrs. Groove hasn’t gotten to the point of dictating what style of device I am to wear only that I will wear something. For example the other day I made comment about taking some time off from the cage. She asked if there was a problem. I said no, just thinking. Her response, if you want out just for the sake of being out then forget it. I want you in there so don’t even think about quitting now.

So I recently purchased yet another device. I call it the chrome dome. It’s a touch shorter than my nub but completely encapsulates mr. Wanky’s head. Kinda looks like a hard hat on him. Last night after showering I tried it on. Oh how strange. I can’t feel anything at all out of mr. Wanky. I can’t even see bits and pieces through any vents. A little bit of the tip is pushed through the pee slot. The ring is ergonomic and I could have probably dropped down a size.

When I showed Mrs. G. She snickered and said “ it looks like you don’t have a penis, you go any smaller and it will disappear. “

I have been in the light weight nub for two months. I forgot how good the weight of the cold steel felt.

She decided to try and get me to release some pressure with the chrome dome installed. With some ball play and light massaging I leaked a little precum to which she said.


Her: there that should help with the pressure.
Me: what!? That’s not even a start!
Her: I want you to save it for the hotel.
Me: but I thought I would at least get a ruin or something. And here I had myself psyched to cleanup.
Her: shhh. Stop complaining.
Me: can I at least eat some pussy, surely you need that by now.
Her: I told you it’s being saved for the hotel. Now get some sleep.

3:30 am she urgently wakes me up.

Her: are you ok, the bed is shaking like an earthquake.
Me: huh, huh? What’s going on?

Then I realized I had been trying to hump something, anything, and was on the verge of having one of those out of body orgasms. But in my sleep like a wet dream of sorts. Problem is mr. Wanky can’t feel anything.

Wait! Where is mr. Wanky!? He’s gone!

Oh yeah I fell asleep with the chrome dome on.

I can’t feel anything at all with this.

While I walked her out to her car this morning.

Me you know you didn’t take any pressure off.
Her: I know, only 4 days left.
Me: but it will be 21 days and you haven’t given me any form of relief this whole time. And I haven’t tasted pussy In forever.
Her: I know, it’s quite a fun experiment. Don’t you think?
Me afraid to comment: drive safe and have a pleasant day .


Vanilla or spumoni? I can’t decide.

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I’m so confused.

It has finally started cooling off around here. 43 degrees F yesterday morning. Pulled my portable sawmill out and worked up some lumber for a neighbor. It was an enjoyable day, came in pretty wore out.

Eight pm and I’m ready for a good night sleep with the windows cracked for cool fresh air. I get showered and install the new chrome dome. Then the confusion began.

I’m standing in front of Mrs. G and out of the clear blue.

Her: you’ve been naughty today, haven’t you.
Me: what do you mean?
Her: I mean you were naughty today. You played with yourself didn’t you.
Me: how could I? It’s been nubbed all day.
Her: but you tried, I see it in your eyes.
Me: how can you see that? Ok, yes I had a frustrating moment and tried to figure out how to remove this thing and still get back in. Sorry its been nearly 3 weeks and your idea of taking a little off the top wasn’t anything to get excited about.

Then with one swift ninja like move she pulled her leather belt off and flipped it around to my back side and the tongue end smarted perfectly across my bare ass.

Her: that’s for being naughty. Don’t you ever do that again.
Me: oh so I guess there’s more where that came from.
Her: No, you would enjoy it too much. But let me say that three weeks would seem like a vacation when I’m done.

Damn where did that come from? She was dead serious too. She tells me all the time that she doesn’t plan anything. She just acts on instinct. So confusing.

Note: She has serious convictions about not physically striking me. It took a lot of work and conversation for her to understand the pleasure I receive when she inflicts pain. Yes I had a traumatic childhood, she has helped me through a lot. Therefore this ninja move was very out of character.

I am So confused by her actions.

20 minutes later:
Mrs. G comes to bed with nothing but her bath towel on. Pulls the covers back on her side and says.

Her: where’s the bed protection.
Me: you said I wouldn’t be getting any action until the hotel.
Her: it doesn’t matter what I said. You should always be prepared for anything to happen. Now stop thinking get up get the bed ready. Also, I want soft music and lights. You have a job to do!

Damn again. How was I supposed to know? Yesterday she said not until Friday and now I’m supposed to read her mind. Confusing.

While I’m having the time of my life bringing her to orgasm she massaging my head and talking to me non stop.

Her: you like it down there, don’t you? I’m so happy that you do. Do you want out?
Me: oh can I? I promise not to cum.
Her: sure I’ll let you out…. On Friday. Giggles now back down you go.
Her: our check in time is as early as 3 pm. Would you like to get there at 2:55? Giggling again.
Her: I like your new chrome dome. Maybe you should wear it on our trip.

Me pausing my workout: I could stand to have a smaller ring. I’m afraid if I get too hot it could slip off.
Her: ohh! That’s an interesting challenge. It would keep you thinking, wouldn’t it.

She has never suggested that I wear a certain device. She’s always said it’s my body and that I should wear what I choose.

I really can’t figure her out. Vanilla yesterday, spumoni today. So confusing.

The one thing I have learned about her over the past 40 years is that she possesses the fountain of youth. And oh boy do I love to drink from it. She has definitely been blessed with a sweet nectar.

That’s the one thing I’m not confused about.

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Just returned from our weekend woodworking excursion. Got to meet a lot of interesting people. Purchased a few new tools that I’m looking forward to using. Most importantly got a serious release.

Started of course by pleasuring her. Then upon my release she commented on how red and glossy he appeared.

Note: I need to post a thread questioning the improvement of color and sensitivity in circumcised men due to chastity.

Next she made love to mr. Wanky with her mouth. How I kept from erupting I know not. It was beautiful to watch.

When I entered her my body started having a full on quivering orgasm. Had to pull out. Those things are as much pain as pleasure.

After regaining control I was able to finish the deed in an appropriate manner. I didn’t think I would ever stop coming.

Fell asleep. First thing in the morning she said, why aren’t you caged.

Me: you didn’t tell me to.
Her with deep scowl: were you naughty?
Me: at 4am I wanted to be but didn’t.
Her : get it locked asap!

It’s been a long 4 hr drive home. A good wank sounds relaxing. I doubt I get one and am not in a position to ask.

All in all a good woodworking weekend.

[KnownAsHerbert]

Fell asleep. First thing in the morning she said, why aren’t you caged.

I can't even imagine the possibility of being allowed to fall asleep uncaged...

It's a while since I've been allowed to come but after edging/inspection/cleaning whatever it's a case of "Get it locked up again. Now!"

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Get it locked up again. Now!"

Yeah that’s usually the case. We were both so exhausted from the day that it caught us both off guard. Probably why I slept through the night. No cage fighting.

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Weekend round two:

4 hour drive back home. Got home late, unloaded and checked on the welfare of all the critters around here. Ate supper and crashed for the night. Too tense and restless to sleep.

Her: why can’t you settle down?
Me: too wound up from the rainy drive I guess.
Her: what do you need?
Me: actually a good wanking.

I couldn’t believe what happened. She unlocked me and.

Her: only if you just make it dribble. You are going to need a good supply if you’re going to get another round with me tomorrow.
Me: I get another piv tomorrow.
Her: get it while you can cause once this long weekend is over there are no guarantees.
Me: I’m not sure I can ruin myself.
Her: its dribble or nothing.

Damn I need to unwind so I give it a try. Didn’t take much with this new sensitivity thing. Stopped stroking and a few seconds later one shot like I haven’t had in years then the dribble. After which she scooped some up and fed me. Then used the rest to continue stroking me. If you’ve been there you know the feeling. Hard as a rock, wanting more but know you can’t cum.

Me: oh girl let’s fuck since I can’t cum again. Pleeeaseee!
Her: there you go whining again. Can’t you be happy with what you’re getting.

She immediately stopped stroking rolled over and says.

Her: lock up asap, no more sleeping uncaged. We can fuck tomorrow before the weekend is over.

I have come to realize that packing a post edging back into the nub is much easier than a post ruined cock.

I have also learned that she wasn’t too happy about me sleeping uncaged the previous night.

She hasn’t said anything about the future lockup. I have also learned not to ask. However, if I get a third round tonight then I’m sure there’s a good chance it may be a long while before I get out again. Seems like my new life is a feast or famine situation. The real struggle is coming out of the feast and going into the famine.

Those first 14 days are brutal to get through. In some ways you almost start to dread the feast.

This is definitely a head game.