[tongue+groove] From vanilla to spumoni

[Tongue+groove]

What a strange 24 hours. Tuesday afternoon I caught a friend of mine checking out mrs.G’s ass. It caught me off guard and I really didn’t know how to react. I got crazy jealous and it was a rough night that followed. I could never be a cuck, She has no idea of the cuck lifestyle anyway. The problem is that it made me want her so intensely that I had a bit of a meltdown.

I wanted to reclaim her even though nothing had happened. She didn’t understand. My god this woman owns me and doesn’t even know it.

Then last night she went to bed before me. When I got there she had the stage set. Not knowing what to expect I crawled into bed as usual only wearing my cage and my g-string undies for support. She rolled in tight against me and whispered deeply into my ear.

I am yours and only yours, I’m going nowhere. Do you understand? I’m going nowhere. Then she nearly bit my nipple off and all but ripped my g-string off. She continued biting and pinching my nips and clawing my entire body telling me to cum in my cage. She got me so hard that I popped out of the back of my stubby nub. She things it’s funny when she makes that happen.

She stroked and teased some more then said. I’m tired if you must finish then I will watch you to be sure you just dribble.

Im not sure which is more difficult, cumming in the cage or ruining myself. While I proceeded to take matters into my own hands she kept in my ear saying, dribble, over and over again. When I stopped we both lay there watching. I could tell it was close and finally it ran out. She was so encouraging when she said, “good boy! Im So proud of you, your getting really good at dribbling yourself. I love my good boy”

She fingered a glob and smeared it on the back of my tongue. It was the taste test and I passed I was now super horny. Then her tone changed when she said. “That’s so disgusting, now go clean up this filthy mess.”

Omg she had me hard again with just a tone change and words.

As she got up she said, “now you’re prepped and ready for my long weekend. I’m not sure what she has in store, what I do know is that things are really different right now. By rough calculation in 2025:

I have had four directed diy hand jobs. Two of which were self ruin as directed. None of them were fulfilling.
I have had 3 piv cums. All 3 were short lived as I was again directed to cum quickly.
She has had innumerable o’s. Some of the most intense I’ve ever witnessed.
She has become more comfortable with inflicting pain.
She has become more comfortable with making requests of all kinds.
She has become more comfortable with giving me golden showers without warning.

She has also reassured me that’s she will always be mine. Our 39th anniversary is in about a month. She has told me that I will get some good ole fashioned loving. I hope I get to take my time.

If not oh well, life with her is always good.

[Tongue+groove]

The other night she comes in wearing her bath towel. She says “I need you to do something for me”. So I jumped up to make preparations to put mr. Tongue to work. She says, “I need you to jerk off for me. I haven’t watched you in a long time and I like to watch.”

Me: I thought you wanted me to treat you.
Her: I’m still tired from the last time.
Me: have you ever considered a one and done on occasion?
Her: but they don’t get good until I’m 3 or 4 in. Then I can’t get enough. Now get unlocked and give me a show.

Her laying in one arm and me stroking with the other and she starts asking questions and expecting answers. Things like.

How does it feel to stroke yourself after so long?
Is it extra hard?
Do you miss doing this?
You have a nice looking cock, you should be proud of it. Do you like to touch it?
I want to watch it cum. Can you make it cum for me?

Then when I came she got up and with a totally different tone she said.

That’s a nasty mess, you’re so disgusting to make it. Now clean up I don’t want that sticky goo near me.

She was so intoxicating in the beginning and then so condescending about it afterwards. She sure knows how to mess with my head. I love it.

Hey on another note I’m glad the site is back. It’s a comfortable place to talk about the good life.

[Tongue+groove]

Before Mrs. G left for work today she gave me my trt shot. When it was done she gave me a good slap on the ass.
I said uhoh someone’s feeling frisky. She said no it was so you wouldn’t focus on the sting from the shot. I said but you’re so good that I never feel the shot and why is it better to feel the slap than the shot? She left the room without comment.

I now realize that we have had no fun time together in about a week. She’s been training her replacement for when she retires and I’ve been busy with projects and a few doctor appointments this week. We’ve both been exhausted all week. Thing is being caged is just a part of life anymore. This reminds me of a conversation we had on the morning of the last time we were intimate. That morning we were getting dressed for the day and the conversation went something like,

Her: so you got to sleep unlocked, I assume you plan to lock up before getting dressed for the day.
Me: can I have a few hours for some lotion to soak in.
Her: what’s wrong was finally getting to feel my pussy last night too much for him?
Me: not as wet as you were.
Her: you can have a few hours, then I want you locked up.
Me: I thought one of our initial rules was we had to always be in agreement about this. What if I would like some free time?
Her: too bad I want you locked, the rules have been changed.
Me: I know that you’re just trying to mess with my head.

Her with a serious look: we’ve been doing this for over a year now. The only rule that really matters is the personal safety rule. This is the way it is now. This is our life. I want you locked so you will be locked, that’s just the way it is.

All I could say was yes ma’am. I had no words for her, at least words that could have changed anything. Suddenly I m quite fine with things. Currently I’m in my short chrome dome and have been for some time. I haven’t seen anything of my penis for almost a week. All I see is a shiny chrome cap above my balls.

Life is good, real good.

[Tongue+groove]

Had an interesting conversation at the doctors office. A nurse came to get me from the waiting room.

Nurse: come with me, please.
Me: yes ma’am.
Nurse: we need to move you to another waiting room, it shouldn’t take long from there.
Me: yes ma’am.
Nurse: have a seat here and someone will check you into a room.
Me: yes ma’am, whatever you say ma’am.
Nurse looking at me with a smile: I need you to teach my husband some manners.

Not knowing how to respond to that she says, he’s not that bad but I do like the way you talk.

All I could do is smile and set down to wait. I really wanted to say something to her but knew better. It caused me to wonder if my demeanor has really changed that much?

Once in the exam room the nurse did her stuff and then said she needed an ekg. For some odd reason she needed to place two of the sticky conductors near my waist. Knowing I had on my bright yellow silky cheeky undies I became a little nervous. If I was to stand up my bibs would have fallen to the floor, so I remained seated. At one point I think she saw the material, she kinda smiled a bit and was very careful with the next conductor.

I don’t think it proper to tout my kink of sorts but I do hope someday I will not be quite as shy about it.

[Chosen_Jackal]

I’m on occasion a bit jealous of how you can just add ma’am or sir at the end of a sentence and it will immediately sound more respectful.
We don’t have a similar simplistic way to do the same here in Norway.
There are of course ways to sound proper and polite, but not so effortlessly in a casual conversational manner.

[Tongue+groove]

Once again I am amused by cultural differences. When I worked in public education I used such terms even with my students. I frequently used mr. And miss. With them. I felt that it was part of the mutual respect that I expected from them.

I’m also just far enough south in this country that to refer to a woman as Ms., Miss., or Mrs. In front of her first name is quite common. You put it quite well as casual respect, I just never thought about it like that.

Interesting