[tongue+groove] From vanilla to spumoni

[Tongue+groove]

Round three:

Yes there was a round three. She said it would be a weekend to remember. She unlocked me and started doing her thing then stopped and asked me.

Her: what would you like?
Me: huh, what do you mean.
Her: I’m asking you what would you like to do with this right here. (My cock in her hand)
Me: you mean I have a choice?
Her: you have earned the opportunity.
Me: I don’t really know I, I, I’m not sure.
Her whispering in my ear: I’m giving you a chance to tell me what you want. Now, what’s your desire?
Me: well, I haven’t had a bj In a long time.
Her: how bad do you want it?
Me: well, I think you have me to a point that I could handle a snowball.

Btw she’s so vanilla I had to explain that one to her.

She then proceeds to warm me up with her hand. We both knew I wouldn’t last long. In fact she never got her mouth on it.
I blew my load so fast. She just laughed, scooped up cum and shoved it in my mouth and even rubbed It around in my beard.
My mind ran wild with what she may be thinking of in the future. Hopefully not facial paybacks.

Then out of nowhere she took off jerking on me taking me into post orgasm torture. I’ve never seen her work mr. Wanky so hard.

She’s only done this once before and it’s been several years ago. This was a brutal stroking and she wasn’t letting up either. I was having a total come apart begging her to stop. My being, mind and body was in ecstatic pain.

Mrs. G just laughed the whole time having the thrill of her life. I was actually relieved when she stopped. It took me some time to be able to come to my senses.

First thing this morning she kisses me softly and says I love you, hope you had a wonderful weekend.

In summary,
21 day lockup
Piv explosion on Friday
Self fulfillment on sat
Hand job with post orgasm torture Sunday

Result:
No drop. Not sure how.
Locked up with no idea of the future. She is adamant about not discussing chastity right now. Hmm?

Horny as hell. Looks like I’m headed into another famine.

Wondering why I am doing this?

[Tongue+groove]

Mrs. Groove is back to work after a long weekend. She’s come home exhausted both days. I really thought she would want me to relax her last night. I anticipated her wrong. She had no interest in me or my tongue. She hasn’t let me down there in four days.

I don’t think I will ever be able to properly anticipate her desires.

Even my tongue is getting horny. Is that even possible?

In all seriousness, if given the opportunity, I think would rather use my tongue than my dick on her.

Hmm, it appears that just thinking about it is making the blood rush to my tongue and I’m getting a tongue erection.

I better keep that to myself or she’ll put a cage on it also.

[Tongue+groove]

I had thought that after last weekends activities Mrs. Groove was going to dictate which cage I would be wearing. That didn’t happen. She admitted that she is not comfortable with the possibility of making me uncomfortable. She’s just ready to cross that line.

Been a busy week so I haven’t posted in a while. She comes exhausted every day. She did something to her back earlier in the week and the chiropractor is out until next week. She’s been in a lot of pain and has no interest in how Mr. Wanky is doing. I’ve been giving her some space and trying to make her comfortable.

Wednesday I asked to be released for a thorough cleaning. She unlocked me which was promising but then gave me the key for relocking. I decided to try the chrome dome again since she wouldn’t care what I was wearing. Nice and weighty and reminds you if its presence, but still no feeling on the head as it is a solid piece. Much like the nub with weight.

Saturday morning 3 a.m. I woke to a terrible pinching. She was sleeping her best all week. I found her purse and dug for the key. Success found it in the dark. Kind of frightening reaching into the abyss of her purse. Sometimes things don’t ever get out of there.

I managed to remove the chrome dome and install a plastic version I call the stubby nub. It’s between a nub and a flat. Same effect as the nub except it pushes my balls up and out.

Spent Saturday changing tire sensors on her car and doing wood working. Gave her some space for some r/ r. I think it paid off.

Saturday night I’m reading in my chair, she gets up comes to kiss my cheek.

Her: I’m going to get a shower. Do you want to play afterwards?
Me: of course.
He: then get the key. DO NOT USE THE KEY! Only have it available.

Hm, she never used the word play, what is she thinking?

She came to bed with only a towel. That’s a good sign!

Her: I see you have bed protection in place. Very good, you’re learning.

We cuddled and fondled as lovers do. When she noticed my protruding balls she giggled and said they were interesting. I nearly lost my load due to her fondling. I never thought that was possible. Just as she stopped I went into one of those full body shaking orgasms.

Next I went to work on her. Oh my, I hadn’t been down there in over a week. What a sweet nectar she possesses. Feeling her feet on my back and her hands massaging my bald head tells me I’m one step shy of heaven itself.

Problem was she couldn’t come like this and was getting frustrated.

Her: I need something big and deep inside. Unlock it!

When I did Mr. Wanky didn’t know whether to retreat or rise for the duty at hand.

She saw the confusion and gave him a deep soft wet encouraging kiss.

Her: that seems to have helped. Now come fuck me proper!

If she uses the’f’ word it’s serious business. She came multiple times soaking the protection through to the top cover. Finally she commanded that I fill her up. Said she needed a full deep load of warm juice. And she got everything I had, there was no holding back.

Afterwards when I got up I admired her swollen jewel. Not sure what happened but I couldn’t resist going back down.

Thinking : No cream was visible so it must be deep. Why am I here? What am I thinking? Oh, my she is cumming hard again. This is amazing! She’s done get out while you can, still no cream.

I’m still not sure where she is going with my caging. I’m considering testing the waters and seeing how long I can go unlocked. Only time will tell.

I did notice no drop again. It seems that if I go at least a week two is better that I don’t drop after coming.

[Tongue+groove]

Well that didn’t take long.

Late Sunday morning and I’m doing some housework for her that I do every week. Clean my bathroom, update the farm books and various other odds and ends I’m committed to doing for her.

Her: where’s your cage? Why is it not on?
Me: I don’t know, I just didn’t feel like wearing it.
Her: that’s not acceptable you need to get it on.
Me: and if I don’t?
Her: then you will be punished later.

Ok, now I’m not so sure I want to test the waters any more but I am a bit curious.

Me: well I’m not wearing a cage unless you pick it out.
Her: are you testing me?

I don’t know how to answer that one safely.

Her: it seems you want to find out how serious I am. Therefore I want the smallest one you have to be installed.

Then she bent down and gave Mr. Wanky a good long suckling.

Her: oh how quickly he grows. Good luck getting the tiny one on. Now get it done!

Yes, Back to spumoni! I just hope I didn’t go too far.

[Tongue+groove]

Mrs. Groove left for the daughters house early this morning. Daughter had an out patient procedure that is going to leave her pretty sore for a few days. Our son-in-law is a great guy who practically worships the ground sis walks on. I have never had a moments concern for her welfare since he came into the picture. Yet, I am still glad momma is there too.

It’s amazing how nothing else matters when your spouse or child is hurting.

So for now it’s me and Mrs. G’s little dog who snores.

[Tongue+groove]

Mrs. Groove got home yesterday evening from 3 days with helping our daughter with the initial rebound from a medical procedure. We had a nice catch-up conversation over a pizza. She talked about if we get another grandchild out of this procedure that she could be gone three days a week being a nanny. I said I was fine with that, after all it beats day care. All in all a nice catching up.

Then she gets up and takes our plates to the kitchen, comes back and gets on her knees between my legs. She hasn’t done that in a long while. She pulls my shorts off and starts talking to mr. Wanky like I’m not in the room.

Her: I haven’t got to appreciate you in your new little Home yet.
Mr. Wanky starts to swell
Her: it’s so tiny are you sure you’re ok in there? Do you even exist anymore?
Mr. Wanky responds with an attempted bounce.
Her licking it and looking up at me: I’ll bet he can’t even feel that.
Me: no he can’t
Her: what a shame, since there seems to be so much of him stuffed behind.

She gets up and I think it’s over, when she returns with the key and a ponytail holder. In my mind things just got real serious.

She kneeled back down between my legs, hands me the key, tells me to let him out while putting her hair in a ponytail. I nearly popped my load just watching her put her hair up.

Her: I know I haven’t been down here in quite awhile. You were obviously a good boy while I was away, so no demerits for you today. Do you mind if I blow you?

I didn’t know how to respond, all I could think about was demerits. Where did this come from? We never discussed demerits. I guess this is one of those keyholder prerogatives that allows them to make up rules as you go.

As my head began to clear she started making mouth love to mr. Wanky. OMG, it felt like the first time she blew me. I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to cum or not so my focus was on not coming. Such an amazing experience, not coming is.

After a while she sat back and while stroking me she looks me in the eye and whispers.

Her: Just relax and let go. It’s ok to let go of it. Let it go, let it go.

And I did.

She has become so much more erotic with chastity. She is hornier than ever before. I don’t think I will ever get the chance to break my 28 day record. I don’t think she can take not having my dick available. Such a mystery this journey has become.

She went to shower and I closed things down for bed and relocked.

When she came to bed the first thing she did was a cage check.

Her: Good you’re caged back up. You’ve gotten to be such a good boy.
Me: I’m trying.

She used the good boy phrase twice in one night. Not sure why but it makes mr. Wanky swell when she does. It was good to sleep next to her again.

[Tongue+groove]

It’s been a busy few days. Mrs. Groove hasn’t felt the best since the hurricane weather has moved across our area. The changing weather patterns cause her a lot of joint pain. I will patiently wait in this stub nub until she feels more frisky.

Admittedly I have been having painful night wood the past few nights. It wakes me about every 2 hours and I have to pee to relieve myself. Probably due to the unexpected bj then my testosterone shot the next morning. It’s like the perfect storm raging in my cage, but I won’t complain to her. That’s why I come here.

It’s time to start my Sunday morning house chores. I usually do these naked. Maybe Mrs. G will have sympathy on mr. Wanky and allow him back in the full size nub.

[Tongue+groove]

So I completed my Sunday morning chores, naked of course, hoping Mrs. G would say something about mr. Wanky’s condition. Not a word from her, not even a glance. When I noticed her stripping the bed linens I jumped right in to help with making up the bed. We needed to flip the mattress and as I did it seems I disrupted the restraint straps underneath.

Her: hold on while I fix these. I may need them later.
Me: do you have something in mind?
Her: well you have a few demerits that may need to be resolved.
Me: wait a minute when did demerits come into the system.
Her: oh some time back .
Me: why demerits?
Her: because there needs to be a reason to punish you. Without a reason it’s just playing around.
Me :what constitutes a demerit and where is the tally sheet?

She pointed to her temple smiled and said, “ it’s all up here”

She did say that since I had been such a help that after my shower I could choose my next cage to wear.

My choices:
1) my original metal one. Weighty and roomy. Like riding in a Cadillac. Room for a man my size to stretch out.
2) the nub. What now seems to be like a mid sized sedan. Light weight a bit confined but tolerable.
3) the chrome dome. More like an economy ride. Tough for a big man to squeeze into, a bit weighty, (that part feels good)but you get cramped and sore from the ride.
4) the stub nub which I just got out of. It’s like a single seater kiddie car. I came out of it misshapen, didn’t think mr. Wanky would ever resume his normal appearance.

My choice, drum roll please… … I never thought I would do this.. .. I choose the nub.
It’s like my home away from home. It only took about an hour to get that lost in space void feeling again.
But I celebrated the fact that I had mr. Wanky back. Wow I could actually see him!

Now about those demerits?

[KnownAsHerbert]

I choose the nub.
It’s like my home away from home. It only took about an hour to get that lost in space void feeling again.

So we're both enjoying the Cobra Nub again then.
Been in it about 15 hours or so and haven't felt a bloody thing yet.

[Tongue+groove]

So we're both enjoying the Cobra Nub again then.

Going on day three for me. It is nice that I can pee standing without soaking myself unlike my stubby nub.

The word ‘enjoying’ can mean something different to everyone.