[tongue+groove] From vanilla to spumoni

[Tongue+groove]

Woke up at 4:30 as usual. Been this way for most of my life. But this morning was worse than normal. I was straining so bad I thought the nub would split in half. I have a medical procedure tomorrow that will require it’s removal. I’m sure I could manage keeping it on as I’m awake the whole 10 minutes the Dr. is working. There’s usually 3 or 4 nurses assisting him. Keeping it on would probably make for interesting conversation.

Hmmmm? No need to consult Waki86. I know what he would do. But what would Herbi do?

Looks like I’ll be unlocked for up to 18 hours. Oddly enough that’s the part I dread most. I haven’t been lose that long since the Sunday several months ago that she wanted a show so she could watch it flop around.

I want my nub like a baby wants their binky.

[Tongue+groove]

Well I survived the whole trip to the city for my med procedure. Had to give my wife a wink when they asked if I had any jewelry on.

Unfortunately I will need a few days un-nubbed. I had my first skin issue yet. A patch of really dry skin on my shaft when I took the nub off. This is the first problem since I started wearing back in July.

Probably go to my previously used, slightly larger cage for a few days.

It’s good to be back home, on my farm, in my wood shop and all securely locked up.

[KHEmmi]

It’s good to be back home, on my farm, in my wood shop and all securely locked up.

Glad all went well and you're back home, safe, and happy.
And "secured" of course.
Take care.

[Tongue+groove]

Back in my larger metal cage. I forgot how weighty it was. You definitely don’t forget about it so easily. It may be time to shop for a metal nub. I would like to consider a flat except Mrs. G likes seeing penis. While getting dressed after my medical procedure yesterday I caught her just staring with a smile on her face.

Me. Is something wrong?
Her. No, I just miss watching it flop around at times.

[KnownAsHerbert]

Hmmmm? No need to consult Waki86. I know what he would do. But what would Herbi do?

Looks like I’ll be unlocked for up to 18 hours. Oddly enough that’s the part I dread most. I haven’t been lose that long since the Sunday several months ago that she wanted a show so she could watch it flop around.

I want my nub like a baby wants their binky.

Since I got mentioned I ought to respond. I would feel the need for it to be removed for the medical procedure but suspect being without it for any length of time would make me a bit nervous. I'd be wanting it back in place at the earliest possible moment. Aren't we strange creatures?

Glad all went well of course and I know very well that feeling of going back into the larger cage where suddenly you've got all that extra weight tugging on your equipment. Hopefully you'll be back in the Cobra before long.

[Tongue+groove]

Hopefully you'll be back in the Cobra before long.

Thanks. I must add that I was working at my wood splitter yesterday and couldn’t believe how much this bigger metal thing got banged around. Was really missing my lightweight nub.

Reminded me of a time when Mrs. G asked how I could live with all that junk hanging around in the way. I simply told her the same way she lived with boobs in the way. But now being nubbed for so long I’m beginning to understand her curiosity.

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I was leaning on the window sil watching the sun rise through the fall colors. Mrs. G squeezed in between me and the window, bent over pushing her ass into the hunk of metal hanging between my legs and asked.

Whatcha looking at?

Wrapping my arms around and filling each hand full of boob and grinding into her I replied.

Your ass.

Her grinding back.

Why can you never get enough of looking at something your not getting.

[Tongue+groove]

Mrs. Groove can sure have her moments. Last night she got up from reading came by my chair, ran her hand up my arm, and said.

I’m going to get my shower, you need to make preparations, you have a task at hand.

So off I went to get prepared. Soft light and music and bedding. I noticed the back yard flood light on. She was taking her little dog out for a last pee before bed. She was only wearing her bath towel. We have no neighbors within sight so it’s not too big of a deal, at least for me it isn’t. However if Mrs. G is outside like this then she is horny and has expectations. I’ve seen it before.

When she comes back into the bedroom she points to my cage and says.

That needs to come off, I want what’s inside.

After some snuggling and fondling she pushes me away, puts one hand on top of my head and says.

Ok, down you go and do a good job.

Damn I love it when she is like this. She got two good ones, the second one soaked me. Her next demand.

Get back up here and give me what I really want.

She had a very wet third by piv. She pushed me out just in time. Then one more small one by piv. She pushes me off and gets up heading to the bathroom she comments.

Thank you, that was just what I needed. I hope you will be ok. You know not getting to cum and all.

Me. A little dribble would have been nice, but I’ll be ok as soon as I soften. I just enjoy pleasuring you, that’s rewarding enough.
Her. You’re so sweet.

It’s been about six weeks since my last piv cum and I’m not sure how long since I had a fully satisfying anything else. Just a bunch of dribbling and ruins.

Funny thing is I’m not complaining. I actually enjoy this. The only real struggle is the head game of her leaving the key available.

At first I thought she didn’t care. But I have Learned that she finds it to be the ultimate t&d. She knows I am tempted to unlock and have a wank. However she knows I won’t put myself in a position to have to confess any transgressions. In my mind I have a legitimate fear that if I did have to confess to her she would sit me down and make me tell her all about it, every little detail.

So I remain horny after having just had piv without a cum. Oh well, maybe it will subside in a day or two.

[Tongue+groove]

Mrs. G had a late evening yesterday so she could take today off work. She came in as I was getting out of the shower, I had my supper on the stove. She insisted that I sit and relax. I will admit I had two long days of work in unusually high temps. Been hot and a dry wind for a week now. I was exhausted.

She brings me my supper and another glass of wine. We chatted about our day apart. When I was finished with my meal she took my plate to the sink. Upon her return she sat at my feet and started a good ball massage.

She told how I had done her so well the previous evening and wanted to be sure I got what I needed. In her vanilla state she still believes I need to cum to be satisfied. It’s difficult to get her to realize that pleasuring her and me not unloading is he best pleasure of all.

The ball massage and cage play was nice. I never know what to expect. She can be so caring and vanilla one day and the next she’ll be the most sinister of kh’s.

The mystery of this woman?

[Tongue+groove]

I can’t remember the last time Mrs. G and I had a quarrel of any sorts. But yesterday at supper time I said those things I probably shouldn’t have about her little dog. Mrs. G took them as being indirectly aimed at her. As the disagreement progressed I came to my concede and apologize senses or go to bed without supper. I was hungry and we have had a 40 year agreement to never go to sleep in disagreement. One of our background differences is that I never had a dog in the house before. It’s an adjustment.

Then it hit me. Me and this dog are too much alike. She came to us as an orphan. She had been lost in the woods at a few months old. Then found. My mom left me with grand parents one day at a few years old. Thank goodness dad got his army discharge and became an amazing parent to my brother and I. We were raised in the woods much like the little dog.

The little dog came to us the same week we started chastity. This seemed to create a bit of jealousy in me during my early days of being caged. I thought Mrs. G should be playing with my little dog not hers. BCWYWF.

Here’s where it gets really comical. Both me and little dog feel our most secure in our cages. Yup she has a crate she sleeps in, it’s just big enough to contain her. This is where she feels most secure and at home. Sound familiar?

And, when we go out little dog wears a vest that is leashed to Mrs. G. Me I wear a ring locked to a tube that is symbolically leashed to a necklace with a key on it.

Mrs. G cuddles with little dog and rubs her head. She cuddles with me and rubs my balls.

Mrs. G talks to little dog as if she can really understand, she does the same to mr. Wanky as if he can understand.

When little dog gets excited she throws up her last meal. (Hence the source of our spat) Mrs. G cleans it up and tells little dog to calm down. When I get excited and leak a little she tells me to calm down, and reassures me that mr. Wanky will be just fine.

On a daily basis little dog gets released to run and play to exhaustion. Ok, well this is where we differ. Mr. Wanky doesn’t get daily play time. Hmmm? Could this be the subliminal source of my jealousy?

Sorry if I bored you as a reader with this. I guess I just needed to work through it. Sort it out as many of you would say.