. Red told me mischievously yesterday that she’s been reading your journal and finds Mrs G quite inspirational!
I failed to mention that this is quite flattering. I will be sure to let Mrs. G know. I also find it odd because of the past experiences you all have had. Mrs. G is so naive that I had to explain the term Bdsm to her recently.
She claims I keep chipping away at her innocence. Hopefully someday she’ll join the forum. In the meantime I look forward to reading more from miss Red. The other side of the story is always of interest.
NO! NEVER, EVER, EVER! Assume anything involving a keyholder. Especially one who loves you. They can get exceptionally creative. Mrs. G tells me there’s a monster growing inside her that is being unleashed.
To assume means to make an. ASS out of U and ME. Remember you scolded me about posting when my balls were cropped while being told to jerk off as fast as possible.
NO! NEVER, EVER, EVER! Assume anything involving a keyholder. Especially one who loves you. They can get exceptionally creative. Mrs. G tells me there’s a monster growing inside her that is being unleashed.
To assume means to make an. ASS out of U and ME. Remember you scolded me about posting when my balls were cropped while being told to jerk off as fast as possible.
Right! It could have been the ribbon on the cage idea!
Oh I’ve never laughed so hard. Mrs g didn’t understand the amusement. She said it was just utilizing her resources. I will say that having a ribbon tied around your cage will make you more aware of Red. Hopefully you get a ribbon. I keep mine in a safe place for memories. Oh the trauma if our girls ever met. They are beautiful aren’t they.
Btw is there a hidden note behind the name red raven. Mrs G. Was always an auburn color. She colored more red as she grayed. I love a red headed girl. She is now a beautiful silver color. But down low she is is still an auburn beauty. Oh how I hope this rainy night lets me dive in.
Red used to have red hair and she had a bit of a goth streak, so she was red and black in a way. Red from her hair and raven from the black.
Pretty simple really
I’m locked and kept by Redraven, my life partner, soulmate and loving key holder. When life is hard, she’s keeps me feeling loved.
Sounds like a beautiful woman. We are both quite fortunate to have such eye candy that also loves us. Sorry to stop short but Mrs. G has some ideas that I need to tend to.
The weekend isn’t over yet, but it’s already been more socially active than I’m used to.
Red and I went to a munch on Friday, and I attended the first real BDSM party in our local scene in what must be close to ten years.
Red couldn’t make it to the party this time, and I missed her, but I still had a good time.
It feels good to be back in the community again. I know we’ll have plenty of opportunities for fun together as time goes on.
I’m also looking forward to getting to know new people.
It’s a strange feeling to be “new” again, a "rookie", especially when I was talking to people who were under the legal drinking age the last time we were active.
Time is relentless, and I felt a little old at times.
But seeing some familiar faces helped ease that feeling. In a way, it felt like coming home.
On the home front, things have been active too.
Red has been taking the lead on several fronts. Especially in the bedroom.
Friday night, we finally tested some new equipment we’d been eager to try.
The main attraction was a heavy bondage mask with a detachable penis gag that enclosed most of my face, giving me a dehumanized, objectified look.
Combine that with the BIG strap-on and a pair of nipple clamps linked by a chain, and I was suited up for the mission Red had in mind.
She led me with the chain like some feral, mute beast with one objective:
To fuck her. Long. Hard. Obediently.
Mission accomplished.
She came.
(And at this point, I probably don’t need to clarify that I didn’t.)
Saturday night had its own flavor.
Red was in the mood when I came home from the party.
She said she needed a back massage, and I was of course happy to oblige.
When it was over and I’d started hoping (perhaps foolishly) that something might be in store for me too, she looked me in the eye and said those dreadful words:
“Good night.”
Lights off. Sleep time.
Or maybe not?
I heard the familiar buzzing from her side of the bed.
That cruel, wonderful woman knows exactly how to play me.
I rolled over and tried to insert myself into the situation, only to be flatly, and firmly, denied.
I was allowed to kiss her and touch her breasts, but anything below the waist was completely off-limits.
My frustration made me almost desperate.
I’m ashamed to admit I begged. I pleaded. I even tried bargaining. Anything to feel relevant to her pleasure.
She laughed and denied me all the same.
And then she added insult to injury by mocking my caged, useless little penis.
She knows every button to push.
I was straining hard in my cage, on fire with arousal and humiliation.
Then came the offer:
I could insert my prostate vibrator and hump her leg.
If I could manage to cum that way, I was allowed to, but only that way.
Like an obedient puppy, I jumped at the chance.
She came hard.
I got close.
So close.
But I just couldn’t push myself over the edge.
Frustration grew. Desperation grew. And then came her voice:
“Time’s up.”
I missed my chance.
All I was left with was the ache.
The humiliation.
The sweet, twisted intimacy of knowing she had complete control.
I loved every second of it.
Red played me like an instrument.
We fell asleep tangled together, content, worn out, and happy.
I’m locked and kept by Redraven, my life partner, soulmate and loving key holder. When life is hard, she’s keeps me feeling loved.
Sounds like a great time. You get to have experiences that I know I will never have simply because Mrs. G doesn’t care for artificial appendages. I would absolutely love to wear one of those dildo gags and have her take a wild ride on my face.
I do enjoy reading about your adventures maybe one day she will read also.
I would love one of those dildo gags as well! I think I’d be okay with seeing Red atop me like that as my final moment
I don’t have any tips on how to present the idea of artificial appendages to Mrs G again, but I hope you’ll think of a clever way. It’s really fun to use them!
I’m locked and kept by Redraven, my life partner, soulmate and loving key holder. When life is hard, she’s keeps me feeling loved.
on the cage idea!