[tongue+groove] From vanilla to spumoni

[Chosen_Jackal]

Careful indeed!
Something tells me you enjoy pushing her buttons to get some finish ment, but from what I gather from reading about Mrs G, she seems capable of coming up with a punishment you might not enjoy as much

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With her threat of a paddling I finished making the heart paddle. The contact surface is a 6” square heart, one cheek at a time I told her. She said since the handle was good and long she could make double cheeks contact. She prepped soft lighting and music when I arrived she said there would be no restraints used. She said since this was for an attitude adjustment that I would just have to take it like a man. Yes she said those words. Then she proceeded to tell me:

Her: there will be additional swats for leaving the toilet seat up in my bathroom.

Me: I never use your toilet.

Her: well you must have when you showered.

Me: no, I pee in The shower.

Her: you left it up. That’s it, no discussion.

Me: yes ma’am.

During my paddling I had two neo’s, not sure why except I’m so damn horny.

When she was done, I went fetal.

Her: are you ok?
Me: yes ma’am.
Her: is it safe for me to leave you and take my shower?
Me: yes ma’am.
Her: you need to relax and recover. When I return your going to treat me. You will stay caged and you will not be getting to cum. Understand?
Me: yes ma’am, ill be ready.

When she returned she stated that I was to keep it gentle nothing aggressive. And so I did. She got a little more than she bargained for but I sensed that she wanted it. Afterwards I was even hornier. I wanted to feel an erection so bad it was overwhelming. I became a little pouty and begging. She just spooned me and said no. After some caressing she started in on my nips. She pinched me into a couple of Neo’s. That seemed to calm me enough to sleep.

This morning I was getting dressed to head out, I’m extending her chicken house operation. She came in and saw my backside in a pair of bright yellow cheeky undies. I have come to really like their comfort and support.

Her: eewww! It looks like I have a male stripper in my room.

I’m the last person who should ever dance but I start shaking aroused a bit. She’s oooing and ahhing when I turn to face her:

Her: awe what a disappointment there’s no bulge to look at.

I stop dead in my tracks dumbfounded.

Her cradling my balls: without a bulge to look at it’s just not the same. I think you should forgo a stripper career. (Laughter)

How does she do this all the time. I sat on the edge of the bed a bit dejected. She squeezes in between my legs and puts her arms around my neck and lets me fondle her butt.

Her: I guess you’re going to post about this.
Me: probably, you know I don’t thing I’ve cum but two maybe three times this year.
Her: and look at you, you’re doing just fine.
Me: but I thought you liked cock. I thought you wouldn’t last.
Her flicking my nose with her tongue: I get just what I need. (Then she tongue flicked my nose again)

I’m pretty speechless at this point.

Her: I’ll tell you what, I have to be at daughter’s house this weekend, I’ll be back on Tuesday. I’ll let you have vagina sex on Tuesday and I’ll let you cum.

Me all lit up: and how do I get to cum? A full real one inside?

Her: it’s your choice. If you’re willing to deal with the drop then yes. If not then you’ll have to dribble yourself.

Me: oh? But it’s my choice.

Her: yes….as long as I agree with it, I will need to feel like it to.


What a delimma I get to pick my poison as long as she’s ok with my choice. Doesn’t that make it a request instead? Not being a reader of this forum and she comes up with all this on her own.

I think she’s a natural and doesn’t know it.

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This time change thing sucks more the older you get. Not to mention that our high temps went from 30 to 75 in two days time. Went to bed exhausted as usual last night. She came in from her shower just as I was about to fall asleep. She kneeled down beside the bed to kiss me good night. Then she started whispering in my ear things like,

I hope you’re looking forward to cuming next Tuesday.

Just think you will get to stretch your cock next Tuesday.

I can’t wait to feel your warmth inside me,….. next Tuesday.

Have you thought about how your going to cum,….next Tuesday.

Finally I said, since I’m now not sleepy and straining how about a little time out just to stretch. After all I think it’s shriveling and losing some size to it.

No, no, no. If I let him out now he might not fit back in. And for shrinking in size I’m sure he will become the strong powerful man he’s always been,… on Tuesday.

Besides what’s the harm in him being a little smaller. It might be a little more comfortable for me.


Ok, that last one was a little over board. I had no response all I could do is say “ok, good night “. Yes there have been times she has complained about the mismatch in our sizes. But holy cow is this the only woman in the world who doesn’t think bigger is better.

Really this isn’t me bragging, I’ll do anything to make her happy but shrinkage may be pushing it a bit. The lack of a bulge comment yesterday and now this. Im so confused.

Quick history lesson. Back in the 70’s and 80’s when we were in our youth the movie 10 with Bo Derick came out. It was quite the tongue wagger at the time. It really caused a surge in men rating women 1 to 10. So my then future wife and her best friend took to rating Mens bulges on the same scale. We wore tight jeans in those days so it was easy for them to do.

Point being somewhere in there the future Mrs. G and her best friend gave me a rating before I ever even asked her out. Back when she this to me I was a bit shocked because she was so naive. And I always thought she went out that first time because I was tall, dark and handsome.

40 years later she wants to shrink me. What’s a man to do? I guess I’ll start with the dishes.

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She’s been on a roll.

She keeps the key necklace in her purse normally. She has two necklaces. The stubby nub uses a non traditional integrated lock.

Leaving for work she holds both necklaces in the air.

Her: I need to be sure I have the right key. Can you look at them and confirm which one you have on.

Me: yes, but you know which one I have on. It’s all I’ve worn yet this year. And you’re going to keep both of them anyway.

Her giggling: I know. I just wanted to remind you that I hold the control here.

Dropping them in her purse and staring into the abyss she says. See you on Tuesday don’t get lost in there.


Walked her to her car kisses good by. She starts to pull out then stops and yells at me.

Her: get back over here!
Me: is something wrong.
Her: No, only that I want another kiss.

She is so awesome, she makes life good.

[Chosen_Jackal]

Mrs G seems to really understand that it doesn’t take all that much to keep a man in chastity feel appreciated and seen. Just casually reminding us about who’s in charge and letting us know we’re on their mind goes a long way.

I bet you’ll be thinking about this while she’s gone!

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. I bet you’ll be thinking about this while she’s gone!

I think about it nonstop. I’m have to stay pretty busy to avoid dwelling on it.

The hidden ingredient here is that Mrs. G loves babies. We would have had a dozen if she had been able to. In fact I had my vasectomy at 27 years old. So she has plans for us to visit our grandsons on Saturday. Then on Sunday she’s headed to our daughters to do baby prep stuff. Our daughter has had her issues also. This may be the only child for her only time will tell.

Point is Mrs. G is planning a three day grandkid extravaganza. Which means she should come home horny and eager to please on Tuesday.

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I think Mrs. G may be getting out of control.

Last night reaching into her purse for the key for my shower.

Her, which one is it again? The long one or the shorty?
Me, you know which one it is. The long one for the nub and the short for this stubby thing.
Her with a laugh, I know , but isn’t it fitting to have you tell me it’s a short one.

While on the phone with daughter who is in a risky pregnancy. Staring intently at me she says.

you need to let your husband do all those things he’s wanting to do for you. He’s a good man and you don’t have to be so independent. We are both so very blessed to have men who enjoy doing things like housework for us. Just let him be, you might be surprised as to what he will do.


Then later.

Her, I think I get it now. All you really need and want is to be teased and toyed with. It’s so simple for me now. That’s it, nothing else. Your completely happy with just a tease.

Me, not completely happy I do still like to get some action once in a while.

Her, no. Your happy being teased and I’m happy doing it.


Then this morning when I walked her to her car I had a clumsy moment.

Her. Your such a bull in a china cabinet.

Grabbing my balls. But I like my bull, these hang very nicely like your bull in the field. Only difference is you have nothing hanging in front of them, unlike your bull in the field.

Me. Hey it’s your choice you can let me out if you like.
Her. Nope, not happening. I prefer him all snuggled up and locked.

Final kiss good bye, I’m standing on a step below her.

Her, I like kissing you this way. I don’t have to stretch up on my tippy toes to do it. You know there is 11 inches between us.

Me, oh I thought it was 13.

Her. Yes you are correct, for some reason I was thinking it was one dick length difference.

Me, where did that come from? And since when is a normal dick length 11 inches? You already complain about the 8 I used to have that I’m sure is getting shorter by the day. Really you must be the only woman in the world who wants a shorter dick.

Her backing her car out, not shorter just smaller.

Me, what does that mean?

She just drove away leaving me very frustrated and confused. She has been on a roll lately. It’s almost as if she is seeking out opportunities to frustrate me.

It’s a good life.

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Sometimes life just gets in the way of play.

It’s been crazy busy here lately. Construction expanding chicken operations. Occasional wild fires because people don’t realize we’re in drought conditions already. High winds and incoming epic storms Friday night. Mrs. G in the peak season at work.

It’s been 24 hours and no inuindos from her. Not even a departing ball check. She did however leave me with a short list of household chores and some errands when I went to town.

Hopefully Tuesday is still a go. As with all key holders a change of plans really doesn’t bother them.

Done with lunch, back to the construction site and storm preparations.


Still life is good.

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As Mrs. G left for work she ran her hands down my sweats and said just checking. YES! She’s back! She apologized for having to work late last night. She confirmed that I showered ok while locked. She also said that tonight I would be cleaning myself extra good for some time together.

Me: I thought I had to wait until Tuesday.

Her: I never said you we’re going to cum. I said we would spend some time together. Now, are you dripping yet.

Me: yes it’s starting now.

Her: are you good and snug?

Me: yes ma’am.

Her just the way I like you. Snug and drippy, it helps you to think of me.

Me: yes ma’am no problems here.

So why is it that the horney male brain never hears what the kh/cock owner actually says. Then I read mr. Pickle’s post about running out on a simple cock kiss. Which brings me to another why question. Does the female species not understand that we have very limited control of the ejaculatory process. Yes we can hold back but only so much and then when it starts we just can’t stop it. And add to the mix of the difference between physical stimulation and mental stimulation.

Why this little rant? Because Mrs. G is so amused at how simple it is to cause me to have a mental drip going on. She likes the fact that she can turn it on and I can only turn it off by removing myself from the situation. The head games these ladies play.

And most of us asked for it. Ain’t life just grand!

Wind storms are coming tonight so she left me 4 loads of laundry and some housework to do because we’ll probably loose power. Not to mention that she is bringing home 10 chicks tonight so I have to make temporary accommodations since the brooder isn’t ready yet.

Just a little tease and I’ll clean her house from top to bottom and still keep the farm running.

It’s a drippingly wonderful life.

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The famous heart paddle made from a quality hard maple from the ozarks. A truly effective instrument.