Another visit to the chiropractor and Mrs. Groove seems to be doing better. He asked how she got so messed up. She told him she wasn’t sure. She told me she wasn’t going to tell him that her husband (who’s twice her size)folded her up like a pretzel and plowed her into the ground when he finally got a chance at piv cumming. After all doc, is a close personal friend.
Then she started talking about demerits again. I got brave and started asking for some guidelines and definitions. She didn’t understand my concerns. Then I explained how that is what my high school used to determine discipline and she was digging up strange memories.
In typical keyholder fashion she spoke in riddles that had no real meaning. So, I still don’t know what I’m up against. There was one thing I definitely understood, she said I enjoyed a good paddling too much and maybe I needed to be in detention and have to sit inside and write sentences. I told that was approaching a hard limit. She looked at me sternly and asked if I was arguing with her. Then She laughed almost hysterically.
I get so confused when I’m expecting a vanilla evening and she turns down the spumoni road. I went to bed and prepared for anything to happen. When she came in with just a towel my hopes ran high. She turned her back and dropped the towel. She knows how much I still enjoy the looks of the small of her back curving into her round ass. Then she put her comfy bed clothes on, crawled into bed, and said would you please turn the light off.
Im thinking, what, you were just there and you want me to get up. I kept my thoughts to myself and with a pleasant attitude did as requested. Im so paranoid anymore wondering if she is trying to create situations for me to get demerits.
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It’s been a stressful week for Mrs. Groove. She’s been in a lot of pain lately and work has been very busy. I love the fall and winter months but I’ll be glad to see may when she can retire.
Last night she gave me a look and asked if I would sit next to her on the couch. I did, it was nice to cuddle and talk in the quiet.
As usual when she went to the shower I closed up the house and lie down waiting. She came in wearing just a towel again. After the previous night I really didn’t know what to expect. She can really keep me guessing.
She pulled back her side of the covers, dropped her towel and stared at the bed. All sh did was look at me then back to the bed. Crap, I wasn’t ready. How am I supposed to know when to be ready for her. I’m just waiting on the day when I have the bed ready and she comes in and says something like. What’s that for? And throws the protection off onto the floor.
Any way with that look I jumped up and got a bed pad down. We stood on opposite side of the bed staring at each other, me admiring her and waiting for her next move.
Her: only one? You better get a second one. I don’t want to soak through to the sheets like last time.
Me thinking: oh yeah, she’s never anticipated this before.
While I put a second down.
Her: do we need the key?
Me: that’s up to you.
Her smiling: I think not. Your tongue should do just fine.
Damn I love this woman.
It didn’t take much, she came fast and hard. She soaked me good, even my t-shirt. I had to strip it off after the first spraying. I got two good ones out of her, then an immediate shut down. She was totally limp and relaxed. Even after a good cleaning I can still smell her in my beard. The smell will keep her caged cock pretty snug today. I don’t think she understands that this keeps me extremely horny.
As we parted ways this morning she thanked me for a job well done. I always appreciate her remembering. It’s quite satisfying knowing I have made her a little happier.
Last night she gave me a look and asked if I would sit next to her on the couch. I did, it was nice to cuddle and talk in the quiet.
As usual when she went to the shower I closed up the house and lie down waiting. She came in wearing just a towel again. After the previous night I really didn’t know what to expect. She can really keep me guessing.
She pulled back her side of the covers, dropped her towel and stared at the bed. All sh did was look at me then back to the bed. Crap, I wasn’t ready. How am I supposed to know when to be ready for her. I’m just waiting on the day when I have the bed ready and she comes in and says something like. What’s that for? And throws the protection off onto the floor.
Any way with that look I jumped up and got a bed pad down. We stood on opposite side of the bed staring at each other, me admiring her and waiting for her next move.
Her: only one? You better get a second one. I don’t want to soak through to the sheets like last time.
Me thinking: oh yeah, she’s never anticipated this before.
While I put a second down.
Her: do we need the key?
Me: that’s up to you.
Her smiling: I think not. Your tongue should do just fine.
Damn I love this woman.
It didn’t take much, she came fast and hard. She soaked me good, even my t-shirt. I had to strip it off after the first spraying. I got two good ones out of her, then an immediate shut down. She was totally limp and relaxed. Even after a good cleaning I can still smell her in my beard. The smell will keep her caged cock pretty snug today. I don’t think she understands that this keeps me extremely horny.
As we parted ways this morning she thanked me for a job well done. I always appreciate her remembering. It’s quite satisfying knowing I have made her a little happier.
She says ‘it’s cute’ in the nub.
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Sitting in the dark catching up on the forum while Mrs. Groove sleeps with her little dog on the couch. I’ve been reflecting on the past few weeks and came to read my journey to catch up. Been at this since January and sometimes the business of life causes me to lose track of where I’m at. It’s been a strange few days to say the least.
Last Monday I worked on the neighbors new house wiring project, he’s at a standstill. He’s also the last person I have had contact with other than Mrs. G. Spending so much time alone just working the farm has its drawbacks. Did a lot of winter prep work. Stained the deck, painting, graded the driveway (just shy of a mile), and brush hogging every morning till lunch time. Hoping every day that she will come home horny.
She did on one day, it was quite enjoyable. Pleasuring her with tongue is like licking the muzzle of a super soaker water gun. I just wish she wanted it more. Her job has really been sapping her energy lately.
Myself I have been at my wits end since the bj. All I see is her on her knees at my chair, pulling her hair back, green eyes glowing, asking if she can do this. Been frustrated ever since. She gave the bj of a lifetime and all I want is more. Then came this long dry week with myself and my memories.
Friday night when she comes to bed.
Her: do you need anything before I turn the lights out.
Me: a good edging would be nice.
Hah, I snuck that one in with out consequences.
She gets the key drops it on my belly and says to unlock. Then lies down beside me and says have a good time and falls asleep. What just happened is she not going to participate? I think I just got angry for no reason, fatigue maybe. It was like a battle of wits. I would prove I could do this. Problem was with her asleep I had no strength or discipline to control me.
After I came I felt so guilty. I had sworn such activity off so many months ago and now I had failed her. Now angry with myself I cleaned up and fell fast asleep. Did she still care or was she just that tired?
Next morning we get up make the bed and start our day.
Her: why aren’t you locked?
Me: well.. .. I fell off the wagon so to speak last night.
Her: I know. Now get it locked.
Me: yes ma’am.
Nice to have her back.
Her: and maybe it’s time we sit down and get serious about discussing a demerit system.
Spumoni is back!
As much as a point system scares me it also excites me.
Last Monday I worked on the neighbors new house wiring project, he’s at a standstill. He’s also the last person I have had contact with other than Mrs. G. Spending so much time alone just working the farm has its drawbacks. Did a lot of winter prep work. Stained the deck, painting, graded the driveway (just shy of a mile), and brush hogging every morning till lunch time. Hoping every day that she will come home horny.
She did on one day, it was quite enjoyable. Pleasuring her with tongue is like licking the muzzle of a super soaker water gun. I just wish she wanted it more. Her job has really been sapping her energy lately.
Myself I have been at my wits end since the bj. All I see is her on her knees at my chair, pulling her hair back, green eyes glowing, asking if she can do this. Been frustrated ever since. She gave the bj of a lifetime and all I want is more. Then came this long dry week with myself and my memories.
Friday night when she comes to bed.
Her: do you need anything before I turn the lights out.
Me: a good edging would be nice.
Hah, I snuck that one in with out consequences.
She gets the key drops it on my belly and says to unlock. Then lies down beside me and says have a good time and falls asleep. What just happened is she not going to participate? I think I just got angry for no reason, fatigue maybe. It was like a battle of wits. I would prove I could do this. Problem was with her asleep I had no strength or discipline to control me.
After I came I felt so guilty. I had sworn such activity off so many months ago and now I had failed her. Now angry with myself I cleaned up and fell fast asleep. Did she still care or was she just that tired?
Next morning we get up make the bed and start our day.
Her: why aren’t you locked?
Me: well.. .. I fell off the wagon so to speak last night.
Her: I know. Now get it locked.
Me: yes ma’am.
Nice to have her back.
Her: and maybe it’s time we sit down and get serious about discussing a demerit system.
Spumoni is back!
As much as a point system scares me it also excites me.
She says ‘it’s cute’ in the nub.
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My wife is so vanilla…
How vanilla is she?
She’s so vanilla she has never heard of locktober, or the other two months either.
She said she had no interest in locktober since we do this all the time now.
Funniest part is she hasn’t given me the time of day since before oct1.
Yes work has been crazy but I have to wonder if she’s up to something.
What she doesn’t know is that I’m over the 10 day horny hump and am doing fine for the moment. Don’t need her getting any ideas about nov. and dec.
How vanilla is she?
She’s so vanilla she has never heard of locktober, or the other two months either.
She said she had no interest in locktober since we do this all the time now.
Funniest part is she hasn’t given me the time of day since before oct1.
Yes work has been crazy but I have to wonder if she’s up to something.
What she doesn’t know is that I’m over the 10 day horny hump and am doing fine for the moment. Don’t need her getting any ideas about nov. and dec.
She says ‘it’s cute’ in the nub.
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She came to bed with something new on. Long and silky, almost reached the floor. Very elegant showing off her curves.
She crawled in and we talked, snuggled, kissed and I ran my hands everywhere. Then I saw the look. Crap I didn’t have a bed pad down. I jumped up grabbed one and turned back to the bed. She was giggling. When I saw her she had positioned herself missionary knees bent, slightly parted and her sweet spot barely covered and waiting on me.
As I slid the bed protection under her raised hips she said, I have it nicely prepared for you. Then she wrapped her feet around me. I was enjoyably bound. It didn’t take too long for her warm up ‘o’. Then a drenching second one.
Her: fingers, where are your fingers? I need to feel your fingers.
Me: they’re ice cold I’m trying to warm them.
A slight touch and she winced, NO! They’re too cold you’ll shut me down. You’ll need to use your cock. But no coming for you.
I unlock and explode to major erection. No getting the ring off so I rotate it to put the lock portion underneath.
As I start to enter she says. Go slow you feel really big and it’s been a long while since you’ve been in there.(3 weeks I think)
Nothing makes a man’s pride swell more than when she says it feels really big.
After some time she adjusted to accommodate me. Now fuck me proper! She exclaims. But no coming for you.
I felt like I was plungering a fire hydrant. She kept saying she had a need to punish me. But not tonight. Hardest part was her asking for a load of warm cum and in the same breath telling me not to cum. That was a serious struggle.
Side note here. When did she get the need/desire to discipline me. About a year ago I made a paddle out of walnut and routered 3 hearts in it. She was always leery of hitting me as she puts it. But now she has a desire to punish me? Strange how this all works out.
She came so hard she nearly hurt mr. Wanky clenching him. She pushed me out and got the quivering body shaking O she needed. I tried to go back but she forced me away, there was no touching her now. She shook for quite awhile. I stood and watched her with pride, I love doing this to her, I felt like I just got out of a bath.
Spent the next hour trying to lock up. Her teasing me with compliments and snuggles didn’t help at all. Only after she is asleep was I successful.
This morning while preparing my T shot she thanked me for helping her realize how badly she needed to cum. I told her I enjoyed pleasuring her and being her sex toy.
Her: it’s a good thing because I like you this way. You not finishing is a good thing.
A pause then. You didn’t finish yourself after I fell asleep, did you?
Me: no ma’am that would have taken all the reward out of it for me.
And there you have it. The horniest masturbater in the world just admitted he didn’t need to cum. How did I get here? How far will it go? Is she really doing locktober but hasn’t told me? We had sex nearly every day for 30 years and it was nothing like riding the chastity train.
I just realized it’s been 10 months today that we started this as a two week trial. Surely she won’t wait till Jan. 11 for my next unloading. Although it would be a new record. I’m not so sure breaking records is a good thing.
She crawled in and we talked, snuggled, kissed and I ran my hands everywhere. Then I saw the look. Crap I didn’t have a bed pad down. I jumped up grabbed one and turned back to the bed. She was giggling. When I saw her she had positioned herself missionary knees bent, slightly parted and her sweet spot barely covered and waiting on me.
As I slid the bed protection under her raised hips she said, I have it nicely prepared for you. Then she wrapped her feet around me. I was enjoyably bound. It didn’t take too long for her warm up ‘o’. Then a drenching second one.
Her: fingers, where are your fingers? I need to feel your fingers.
Me: they’re ice cold I’m trying to warm them.
A slight touch and she winced, NO! They’re too cold you’ll shut me down. You’ll need to use your cock. But no coming for you.
I unlock and explode to major erection. No getting the ring off so I rotate it to put the lock portion underneath.
As I start to enter she says. Go slow you feel really big and it’s been a long while since you’ve been in there.(3 weeks I think)
Nothing makes a man’s pride swell more than when she says it feels really big.
After some time she adjusted to accommodate me. Now fuck me proper! She exclaims. But no coming for you.
I felt like I was plungering a fire hydrant. She kept saying she had a need to punish me. But not tonight. Hardest part was her asking for a load of warm cum and in the same breath telling me not to cum. That was a serious struggle.
Side note here. When did she get the need/desire to discipline me. About a year ago I made a paddle out of walnut and routered 3 hearts in it. She was always leery of hitting me as she puts it. But now she has a desire to punish me? Strange how this all works out.
She came so hard she nearly hurt mr. Wanky clenching him. She pushed me out and got the quivering body shaking O she needed. I tried to go back but she forced me away, there was no touching her now. She shook for quite awhile. I stood and watched her with pride, I love doing this to her, I felt like I just got out of a bath.
Spent the next hour trying to lock up. Her teasing me with compliments and snuggles didn’t help at all. Only after she is asleep was I successful.
This morning while preparing my T shot she thanked me for helping her realize how badly she needed to cum. I told her I enjoyed pleasuring her and being her sex toy.
Her: it’s a good thing because I like you this way. You not finishing is a good thing.
A pause then. You didn’t finish yourself after I fell asleep, did you?
Me: no ma’am that would have taken all the reward out of it for me.
And there you have it. The horniest masturbater in the world just admitted he didn’t need to cum. How did I get here? How far will it go? Is she really doing locktober but hasn’t told me? We had sex nearly every day for 30 years and it was nothing like riding the chastity train.
I just realized it’s been 10 months today that we started this as a two week trial. Surely she won’t wait till Jan. 11 for my next unloading. Although it would be a new record. I’m not so sure breaking records is a good thing.
She says ‘it’s cute’ in the nub.
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It’s been a few weeks since my last cum. She’s been quite busy with work. I still think she’s doing locktober with out admitting it. We had one of the grandkids the past few days so not even a flirt out of her. Had the house to ourselves last night, peace and quiet again.
Then she came to life. It appears it was time for me to pay for my demerits. Still not sure how I earn them, but I do. So on the bed bent over the sex wedge and bound at the wrists and ankles. A few swats with the walnut paddle I made for her. Then she used a fuzzy thing to tickle the sole of my feet. That caused me to wiggle and strain. Which caused her to cinch the straps down super tight.
Spread eagle, face down and bent over the wedge and she starts tickling my balls with the fuzzy thing. I start to strain in the nub and whack a few more swats. Tickle, tickle, swat, swat, swat, tickle swat, back and forth for about 15 swats. Half way through she took a break while I had one of those full body shaking orgasms. Then another when she was finishing up. No leaking though, not sure why.
The girly orgasm as I come to identify it is really quite odd and exhausting. How can the male body convulse in such a way and not even leak a drop. Not sure how I got to this point. I do know it makes me tight in the nub for sometimes a day or more. When she was done she just walked out and left me there. When she returned she unbound me, snuggled and consoled me. She is so loving and makes sure I am physically and mentally ok. She is so very passionate in these moments, this is when I appreciate my spankings. It’s a unique moment.
When we had our good byes this morning she did her cage groping and said I was all paid up for my demerits and that I had done good.
I took a gamble and asked if she was secretly doing locktober. With an evil grin she said I let you out last week.
Yes but only so you could use me like a play toy.
Are you complaining?
No ma’am, I love pleasuring you. It gives me pleasure knowing I am pleasuring you, and I am willing to do what it takes.
Kissing me bye she says, good because when you pound me to the point of cumming it’s rough on my back. I like it this way, my back doesn’t hurt, and I don’t have a chiropractor bill. Maybe we’ll keep it like this for now.
That’s when I started to leak.
It’s really odd having those girly orgasms without the ejaculation. I can’t decide but they may be more beneficial than a ruined orgasm. She gets the giggles when I have them. Does she know something I don’t or does she just enjoy the control?
Mind boggling.
Then she came to life. It appears it was time for me to pay for my demerits. Still not sure how I earn them, but I do. So on the bed bent over the sex wedge and bound at the wrists and ankles. A few swats with the walnut paddle I made for her. Then she used a fuzzy thing to tickle the sole of my feet. That caused me to wiggle and strain. Which caused her to cinch the straps down super tight.
Spread eagle, face down and bent over the wedge and she starts tickling my balls with the fuzzy thing. I start to strain in the nub and whack a few more swats. Tickle, tickle, swat, swat, swat, tickle swat, back and forth for about 15 swats. Half way through she took a break while I had one of those full body shaking orgasms. Then another when she was finishing up. No leaking though, not sure why.
The girly orgasm as I come to identify it is really quite odd and exhausting. How can the male body convulse in such a way and not even leak a drop. Not sure how I got to this point. I do know it makes me tight in the nub for sometimes a day or more. When she was done she just walked out and left me there. When she returned she unbound me, snuggled and consoled me. She is so loving and makes sure I am physically and mentally ok. She is so very passionate in these moments, this is when I appreciate my spankings. It’s a unique moment.
When we had our good byes this morning she did her cage groping and said I was all paid up for my demerits and that I had done good.
I took a gamble and asked if she was secretly doing locktober. With an evil grin she said I let you out last week.
Yes but only so you could use me like a play toy.
Are you complaining?
No ma’am, I love pleasuring you. It gives me pleasure knowing I am pleasuring you, and I am willing to do what it takes.
Kissing me bye she says, good because when you pound me to the point of cumming it’s rough on my back. I like it this way, my back doesn’t hurt, and I don’t have a chiropractor bill. Maybe we’ll keep it like this for now.
That’s when I started to leak.
It’s really odd having those girly orgasms without the ejaculation. I can’t decide but they may be more beneficial than a ruined orgasm. She gets the giggles when I have them. Does she know something I don’t or does she just enjoy the control?
Mind boggling.
She says ‘it’s cute’ in the nub.
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She called me to the kitchen and said” so you put heavy plastic in the burn trash”
No I didn’t
Yes you did
No I didn’t I’m the most anal about what we burn.
That will be demerits
But, but…..
No buts, you were punished last night so you will not be punished tonight..
But you will be punished.
Demerits how and when they are administered is totally up to her.
She said we may need to discuss demerit guidelines.. thank goodness. I need direction.
No I didn’t
Yes you did
No I didn’t I’m the most anal about what we burn.
That will be demerits
But, but…..
No buts, you were punished last night so you will not be punished tonight..
But you will be punished.
Demerits how and when they are administered is totally up to her.
She said we may need to discuss demerit guidelines.. thank goodness. I need direction.
She says ‘it’s cute’ in the nub.
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So it appears we are not doing locktober after all. She’s just been consumed with work and stuff.
Today is her birthday and she decided to take the day off, that’s not something we typically do around here. But she did.
Last night she got home late, but I gave her the surprise of a lifetime.
When she pulled into the driveway I met her at her car door. Dressed in black pants vest bow tie and white shirt. Black g-string under it all. The look on her face was priceless.
I opened her door and welcomed her to our establishment and told her the valet would unload her car for her. She asked what was going on. Staying in character I said this how we treat all of our visitors at “the spa”
Escorting heron she saw my crude sign on the door. “ The Spa welcomes you “
Inside I seated her at the island counter, presenting her with flowers and a brochure of the very expensive services we provided.
And our slogan ‘your relaxation is our pleasure’
With relaxing spa music on the big screen I the escorted her to the couch recliner. Then I presented her with an assortment of strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, chocolates, and various cheeses. A flute of champagne to top it off. All complimentary of course. Then removing her shoes and rubbing her feet I gave her some dinner menu options.
While waiting on her to decide on what to have for her meal I reached up and touched my ear as it I had a listening bug in it. Then I took her brochure and marked out all the exuberant prices.
Excuse me ma’am but I have just been informed that your husband has called and left an open line of credit and said to provide any and all of our services that you may desire. Sounds like a wonderful man to me.
Her: oh my yes he is. But is he aware that the brochure says there’s special birthday services available upon request.
Me: not to worry ma’am as we keep our services ethical. And all of our chaperone/servers are caged for your comfort.
Then I went to fix dinner. Upon one of my returns to check on her needs she asked.
Is it possible for you to remove your shoes and go barefoot?
Yes ma’am quite possible. And actually preferred.
What about your pants?
I will need to inquire with my supervisor on that one.
Returning with no pants. My supervisor says no pants is possible but my under garment must stay in place.
Bringing her her meal and another flute I stood by in proper form waiting on any requests.
After her meal I ran her a full bubble bath and warmed two towels and a fluffy robe in the dryer.
She asked me to rinse her back, which I did but only if she covered her front so as to keep everything ethically proper.
When I brought her the towels I entered walking backwards not looking at her nakedness.
Then to the massage table. Lavender was the oil of her choice. I removed my vest as we were now in the casual hours of the evening.
Full massage always protecting her dignity. I did flirt at crossing the line with compliments about her body and youthfulness, and told her that her husband was a lucky man.
She inquired about the birthday specials and asked it included intimate massages.
Me: intimate massages are available but very pricey.
Her: not a problem my husband is paying for what ever I want. Oh can you remove your shirt please.
Me: yes I can but the bow tie, no sorry I can’t, it’s against our uniform code. Oh, would you like a happy ending with your intimate massage?
Her: why of course and remember money is no object.
After a few tongue orgasms the tables may have turned on me. She says.
I wish my husband was here watching you give me my next orgasm.
holy shit where did that come from? Where had her mind gone? Had I gone too far with this role play?
Focus don’t loose composure. So I replied. I couldn’t imagine how much he might enjoy watching you at the moment, he truly is a lucky man.
Did I just say that? How would I actually feel about it? This is getting out of hand fast.
Her: I need more! Remember money is no option, my HUSBAND said ANYTHING I WANT! Now unlock that thing you’re wearing and give me more!
Me : yes ma’am but just know I am not allowed to leave anything behind.
Her: that’s not a problem just get your deep massage tool to work.
A few more orgasms and she was spent.
She left to clean up and I lay there trying to not cum. Mr. Wanky bouncing wanting to unleash. How am I ever going to lock up?
She returns and says, oh my, that needs a little pressure taken off.
Me: no, no please don’t touch it. It will reduce in time.
Her starting to stroke me: just a little dribble will help. I’ll be sure you clean it up.
Some mouth work, more strokes, and she shocks me again.
I wonder what it would be like to watch you get a blow job?
Now I have no response, where the hell did she come from.
She stopped all action and one glob followed by the dribble. She swiftly scooped it into my mouth, and tells me to enjoy.
Her: we can’t waste all this natural lube it’s the best.
Then a vigorous stroking, a dry orgasm followed by post O torture. I don’t even remember falling asleep. I just woke to the memory.
Maybe we’ll try again in NOvember. Not promising myself anything. It seems the longer I’m locked the more she wants. And the less I come during piv the more she enjoys it.
Strange this new her?
Today is her birthday and she decided to take the day off, that’s not something we typically do around here. But she did.
Last night she got home late, but I gave her the surprise of a lifetime.
When she pulled into the driveway I met her at her car door. Dressed in black pants vest bow tie and white shirt. Black g-string under it all. The look on her face was priceless.
I opened her door and welcomed her to our establishment and told her the valet would unload her car for her. She asked what was going on. Staying in character I said this how we treat all of our visitors at “the spa”
Escorting heron she saw my crude sign on the door. “ The Spa welcomes you “
Inside I seated her at the island counter, presenting her with flowers and a brochure of the very expensive services we provided.
And our slogan ‘your relaxation is our pleasure’
With relaxing spa music on the big screen I the escorted her to the couch recliner. Then I presented her with an assortment of strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, chocolates, and various cheeses. A flute of champagne to top it off. All complimentary of course. Then removing her shoes and rubbing her feet I gave her some dinner menu options.
While waiting on her to decide on what to have for her meal I reached up and touched my ear as it I had a listening bug in it. Then I took her brochure and marked out all the exuberant prices.
Excuse me ma’am but I have just been informed that your husband has called and left an open line of credit and said to provide any and all of our services that you may desire. Sounds like a wonderful man to me.
Her: oh my yes he is. But is he aware that the brochure says there’s special birthday services available upon request.
Me: not to worry ma’am as we keep our services ethical. And all of our chaperone/servers are caged for your comfort.
Then I went to fix dinner. Upon one of my returns to check on her needs she asked.
Is it possible for you to remove your shoes and go barefoot?
Yes ma’am quite possible. And actually preferred.
What about your pants?
I will need to inquire with my supervisor on that one.
Returning with no pants. My supervisor says no pants is possible but my under garment must stay in place.
Bringing her her meal and another flute I stood by in proper form waiting on any requests.
After her meal I ran her a full bubble bath and warmed two towels and a fluffy robe in the dryer.
She asked me to rinse her back, which I did but only if she covered her front so as to keep everything ethically proper.
When I brought her the towels I entered walking backwards not looking at her nakedness.
Then to the massage table. Lavender was the oil of her choice. I removed my vest as we were now in the casual hours of the evening.
Full massage always protecting her dignity. I did flirt at crossing the line with compliments about her body and youthfulness, and told her that her husband was a lucky man.
She inquired about the birthday specials and asked it included intimate massages.
Me: intimate massages are available but very pricey.
Her: not a problem my husband is paying for what ever I want. Oh can you remove your shirt please.
Me: yes I can but the bow tie, no sorry I can’t, it’s against our uniform code. Oh, would you like a happy ending with your intimate massage?
Her: why of course and remember money is no object.
After a few tongue orgasms the tables may have turned on me. She says.
I wish my husband was here watching you give me my next orgasm.
holy shit where did that come from? Where had her mind gone? Had I gone too far with this role play?Focus don’t loose composure. So I replied. I couldn’t imagine how much he might enjoy watching you at the moment, he truly is a lucky man.
Did I just say that? How would I actually feel about it? This is getting out of hand fast.
Her: I need more! Remember money is no option, my HUSBAND said ANYTHING I WANT! Now unlock that thing you’re wearing and give me more!
Me : yes ma’am but just know I am not allowed to leave anything behind.
Her: that’s not a problem just get your deep massage tool to work.
A few more orgasms and she was spent.
She left to clean up and I lay there trying to not cum. Mr. Wanky bouncing wanting to unleash. How am I ever going to lock up?
She returns and says, oh my, that needs a little pressure taken off.
Me: no, no please don’t touch it. It will reduce in time.
Her starting to stroke me: just a little dribble will help. I’ll be sure you clean it up.
Some mouth work, more strokes, and she shocks me again.
I wonder what it would be like to watch you get a blow job?
Now I have no response, where the hell did she come from.
She stopped all action and one glob followed by the dribble. She swiftly scooped it into my mouth, and tells me to enjoy.
Her: we can’t waste all this natural lube it’s the best.
Then a vigorous stroking, a dry orgasm followed by post O torture. I don’t even remember falling asleep. I just woke to the memory.
Maybe we’ll try again in NOvember. Not promising myself anything. It seems the longer I’m locked the more she wants. And the less I come during piv the more she enjoys it.
Strange this new her?
She says ‘it’s cute’ in the nub.
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Re: [tongue+groove] From vanilla to spumoni
Took her to lunch today and did a few flea markets. Nice outside meal. 65 and sunny no humidity. How I love October. On the drive we talked about how she enjoys piv w/ o me finishing. She also liked that my only release was in the control of her hands.
I’m satisfied with the arrangement as long as she is enjoying it more. It’s been 4 weeks since I came inside her. Been really snug all day thinking about how long before she wants that warmth again, if ever.
Took a chance and asked what she meant about me watching her be pleasured. Her only response was,
Sometimes you hear things the way you want to hear them.
Not sure what that means, just another keyholder riddle of words that I may never figure out.
Ultimately I know what I heard. But I’m not going down that road.
I’m satisfied with the arrangement as long as she is enjoying it more. It’s been 4 weeks since I came inside her. Been really snug all day thinking about how long before she wants that warmth again, if ever.
Took a chance and asked what she meant about me watching her be pleasured. Her only response was,
Sometimes you hear things the way you want to hear them.
Not sure what that means, just another keyholder riddle of words that I may never figure out.
Ultimately I know what I heard. But I’m not going down that road.
She says ‘it’s cute’ in the nub.
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Re: [tongue+groove] From vanilla to spumoni
I have a 3 year medical checkup this Friday that I have postponed an extra 18 months. We were discussing the logistics of tending to her little dog. I got a little cross about having to deal with this unexpected addition to our family. She gave me ‘the look’, yes I crossed an attitude line. I left the room to ready myself for bed. In fact I almost went to bed without her. Then the reality of my tantrum set in. I returned to the tv room and made my apologies. She is so understanding, she just asked,
Is everything alright?
I’m just dreading the 3 days inconveniencing around Friday and the 4 hours round trip drive to the city. And putting you out on a day off work.
Do you want to go alone?
Not really. I’m sorry I got cross with you.
It’s ok, now why don’t we go see to your punishment and then I’ll show you some new lacy things I got today.
Punishment? I’m getting punished for this? Lacy things? What is she up to? So I go and set in my chair and wait for her to shower. When she comes in she’s wearing a lacy sheer camisole and cheeky matching panties. She simply tells me to follow her, which I obediently do admiring her naturally round ass.
Her: you don’t need a severe punishment just a little reminder. T shirt off.
With that she put the titty twisting pinch on my nipples. Made my knees buckle and had to sit on the edge of the bed. Then did the same thing again to each one but with her teeth. Damn that hurt, still tender this morning.
Her: maybe that will help you remember some things. Now you need to examine what I’m wearing and be sure I get treats.
While enjoying her new lace with a major strain in the cage. She tells me to get the key. When I return she start working on a caged bj. This is a first for her. She unlocks and keeps up the bj but not removing any of the parts. I’m all stretched out and the head is still in the nub. Eventually she removes the nub tube with her mouth. Holy shit that was so hot that I spurt a small glob.
Her: Get a towel please that hit my eye.
What’s happening to her it’s like she’s my new bride again willing to explore sex with me.
No piv for me just exploring new lace with my tongue and bringing her around multiple times. Her smell is still I’m beard this morning. After she was spent we spooned. My full election going no where. Still enough wetness that I slip my cock between her thighs from behind. No complaints from her so I proceed to rub myself more between her thighs. She adjusts herself to comply and says.
Are you enjoying your fake fuck?
NOTE: she only uses that word if she’s super pissed or begging for a pounding.
Well it’s all I get anymore.
And you’re doing just fine it seems. Now be sure to pull out for cleaning.
Now my mind runs rampant. Do we now have a new cum option called a fake fuck? Is that all I’m getting in the future? I still can’t cum without a ruined pullout? How does she come up with this on the spur of the moment.
So I pulled out and messed up the backs of her thighs. She rolled up on all fours and I wiped her with a towel.
Her: Towel? No. Tongue? Yes. Use it on what you missed.
I’m still working on this part. I did as directed, glad there wasn’t that much. It’s easier when she force feeds me. Even after brushing my teeth I still woke to the taste.
After cleaning I was still hard and needed a real cum. She held me in her warm hands and said.
I don’t know how he will ever fit back into the cage. Do you need more?
I’ll manage.
If you need more I can help. Or if you need to later by yourself just be sure and tell me about it in the morning.
Did she just give me a hall pass to jack off later? 2 am and the urge hit. I think i was hard all night. I started to but the guilt hit me so I went back to sleep.
After relocking this morning and handing the key over to her I said.
Can you rehide the emergency key. Leaving it on your dresser isn’t a safe place.
Why? Are you tempted by it?
Well yes I am.
I’m not worried because you will tell me if you violate my trust. And if you do that, then the punishment will be severe, like you’ve never had before.
What if I don’t tell you?
Then with the most sinister smile she says: you can’t live with the guilt.
So now I can see the emergency key any time I enter the bed room. The battle between temptation and guilt is brutal. This may be the final step to breaking my masturbation habit. I do fear that if I violate her trust she will claim I did it on purpose to test her.
My mind is a whirlwind of confusion. Still horny as hell maybe worse than 24 hours ago.
Is everything alright?
I’m just dreading the 3 days inconveniencing around Friday and the 4 hours round trip drive to the city. And putting you out on a day off work.
Do you want to go alone?
Not really. I’m sorry I got cross with you.
It’s ok, now why don’t we go see to your punishment and then I’ll show you some new lacy things I got today.
Punishment? I’m getting punished for this? Lacy things? What is she up to? So I go and set in my chair and wait for her to shower. When she comes in she’s wearing a lacy sheer camisole and cheeky matching panties. She simply tells me to follow her, which I obediently do admiring her naturally round ass.
Her: you don’t need a severe punishment just a little reminder. T shirt off.
With that she put the titty twisting pinch on my nipples. Made my knees buckle and had to sit on the edge of the bed. Then did the same thing again to each one but with her teeth. Damn that hurt, still tender this morning.
Her: maybe that will help you remember some things. Now you need to examine what I’m wearing and be sure I get treats.
While enjoying her new lace with a major strain in the cage. She tells me to get the key. When I return she start working on a caged bj. This is a first for her. She unlocks and keeps up the bj but not removing any of the parts. I’m all stretched out and the head is still in the nub. Eventually she removes the nub tube with her mouth. Holy shit that was so hot that I spurt a small glob.
Her: Get a towel please that hit my eye.
What’s happening to her it’s like she’s my new bride again willing to explore sex with me.
No piv for me just exploring new lace with my tongue and bringing her around multiple times. Her smell is still I’m beard this morning. After she was spent we spooned. My full election going no where. Still enough wetness that I slip my cock between her thighs from behind. No complaints from her so I proceed to rub myself more between her thighs. She adjusts herself to comply and says.
Are you enjoying your fake fuck?
NOTE: she only uses that word if she’s super pissed or begging for a pounding.
Well it’s all I get anymore.
And you’re doing just fine it seems. Now be sure to pull out for cleaning.
Now my mind runs rampant. Do we now have a new cum option called a fake fuck? Is that all I’m getting in the future? I still can’t cum without a ruined pullout? How does she come up with this on the spur of the moment.
So I pulled out and messed up the backs of her thighs. She rolled up on all fours and I wiped her with a towel.
Her: Towel? No. Tongue? Yes. Use it on what you missed.
I’m still working on this part. I did as directed, glad there wasn’t that much. It’s easier when she force feeds me. Even after brushing my teeth I still woke to the taste.
After cleaning I was still hard and needed a real cum. She held me in her warm hands and said.
I don’t know how he will ever fit back into the cage. Do you need more?
I’ll manage.
If you need more I can help. Or if you need to later by yourself just be sure and tell me about it in the morning.
Did she just give me a hall pass to jack off later? 2 am and the urge hit. I think i was hard all night. I started to but the guilt hit me so I went back to sleep.
After relocking this morning and handing the key over to her I said.
Can you rehide the emergency key. Leaving it on your dresser isn’t a safe place.
Why? Are you tempted by it?
Well yes I am.
I’m not worried because you will tell me if you violate my trust. And if you do that, then the punishment will be severe, like you’ve never had before.
What if I don’t tell you?
Then with the most sinister smile she says: you can’t live with the guilt.
So now I can see the emergency key any time I enter the bed room. The battle between temptation and guilt is brutal. This may be the final step to breaking my masturbation habit. I do fear that if I violate her trust she will claim I did it on purpose to test her.
My mind is a whirlwind of confusion. Still horny as hell maybe worse than 24 hours ago.
She says ‘it’s cute’ in the nub.