[tongue+groove] From vanilla to spumoni

[Tongue+groove]

With the busyness of the season I feel we may be slipping into our old ways. We both had an exhausting day yesterday. Me in the hay, her on the road. Finally in bed and too tired to relax and sleep.

It’s strange being too tired to sleep.

She asked what was wrong, I said I’m exhausted, horny, tense and my head hurts from equipment noise.

She pinched my nipple and said I should rub one out if it would help. So I did and it did help, slept a solid seven hours. Unheard of for me.

We probably need to reevaluate where we are and where we want to be.

[Chosen_Jackal]

I can sympathize.
I’ve worked overtime almost every single day since September last year so I’m tired down into my bones.
The kind of tired that doesn’t go away in a weekend off work, and I find that there’s times that I only want to sit in silence and look at nothing.
The only thing that brings me back to the world in those moments is Red. Her touch and voice.

You’re generous with your advice and life experience T&G so let me share what I know.
Lean on Mrs G and let her lead.
And if you find that you need to change anything then it’s worth it as long as you’re doing it together.

[Tongue+groove]

. Lean on Mrs G and let her lead.
And if you find that you need to change anything then it’s worth it as long as you’re doing it together.

Solid advice, thanks.

After my last post Mrs. G had made me breakfast. It was a massive bacon, egg and cheese bagel. I took the top half bagel off and told her it was too much. She said she would have it for her breakfast. Then she said, “I just want to make sure my man is properly fed.”

It’s times like this that I realize the struggles she sometimes has with controlling my sexual activity. She has always been wired to take care of my needs, she’s quite old school. It’s what motivates and rewards her. She’s one of these women who loves to cook all day just to watch others indulge themselves and clean it all up.

As I’m eating and pondering who she is she puts her barefoot and purple toenails on my thigh. She’s wiggling her toes and looking deep into my eyes.

Me. Be careful I might violate your foot.
Her. Don’t worry you’ll get your chance later. I’m sorry I was so tired last night. I don’t plan to be tonight so save your strength today.
Me. We were both tired and yes I’m just doing cleanup today at the new barn. Taking it a bit easy today.
Her. Good because when you’re done with me I may let you have my toes.

And so I sat there, pondering, do I really know who she is.

Theres a country song about how a woman is like a river. In general it talks about how sometimes it’s smooth and calm and other times it’s raging and un manageable. It bends and winds in ways that you can never see what the next meander has in store. To the navigator it’s unpredictable.

Yep, sounds like Mrs. G to me. And for some reason I love her this way. Unpredictability makes for a spicy life.

[Tongue+groove]

Ok so out of the clear blue. I come from the shower she grabs mr. Wanky and asks . And why isn’t this locked up. Because I’ve been on trusses and in excessive heat. I reply.

Well that’s all over now she says . Then lock him up she says.

And all,of a sudden she says I must answer her with “my love” attached to all addresses.

So it’s yes my love, no my love, anything you say my love.

Ultimately I’m locked again and it feels amazing, my fear is that she is needing a good ole fashioned pleasuring. It looks as if I’m back on track with being needy again. Mr. T looks to be busy while mr. Wanky goes a wanting.

It’s a damn good life.

[Tongue+groove]

Yesterday evening I was supposed to grill a homemade bacon,chicken ranch pizza. We had an incredible pop up thunderstorm that brought in an inch of rain, a well needed rain. I got caught out in it and came in cold and shivering from the sudden temperature drop. So no pizza and I was not feeling well at all, went to bed in a shiver.

I woke in the middle of the night a bit uncomfortable, that when I realized she had me lock up again. The shivering had passed and I began to remember some conversation with her about being locked. She has made it clear that safety comes first. If I need to be loose for an appropriate time then ok, but if it’s not necessary then I am expected to be locked. Furthermore it is my responsibility, she doesn’t want to treat me like a child or a high maintenance husband. The emergency key is in a bowl on a large ring on her dresser. If I try to retrieve it it can’t be done quietly, she can hear it rattling a long way off.

It seems that most on here have no idea of the wear abouts of the key, as a result she controls the cock and everything that comes with it. I feel a bit odd in that I have access to a key. Thing is she seems to have better control over my mind and my conscience this way. She is controlling my cock through my mind.

I will admit that even I noticed that when I was unlocked I wasn’t as attentive to her as I should’ve been.

This morning while I was fixing my breakfast wearing a pair of loose cutoff jeans she reached her hand underneath and pinched my but cheek. That was nice.

The locked life is a good life.

[denied_one]

I have a copy of all our keys in my drawer in a dresser.

I know how it is. It's all mental. I can take this thing off whenever I want. I don't want a pi$$ed off Wife.

That's why I do this

I want a happy wife and not a pissed off one

[Tongue+groove]

Been a rainy day here so I’m catching up on some inside the wood shop jobs. Decided to take a break and coaxed Mrs. G to go for a short ride in the farm truck to see the new mill barn. She hasn’t been back there since the day she helped me set a few poles. She told me how good it looks and how impressed she was.

Dropped her off at the house and as I drove away I realized just how snug I was. It’s amazing how much the penis is constantly moving and changing its size. The brain is continuously feeding the penis information that causes it to react nonstop. Being snuggly locked seems to cause an infinite loop of head to head feedback.

For forty years now mrs. G can make mr. Wanky squirm and contort just by her presence. Even her voice over the phone can cause problems.

She admits she doesn’t understand why this is but she still uses it to her advantage.

[Tongue+groove]

Her tone and how she says things can mean so much.

Last night she got up from the couch and said, “I’m going to get my shower now”. But it was how she said it that made me co e to life. Once the water was running I shut down the lights checked the doors and headed to the bedroom. Music and soft lights on and I waited. When she arrived in her towel she said, “good job, you only forgot the bed mat” I said I have one right here I wasn’t sure where you wanted it.

She said, “yeah, right, that one has been waiting in your nightstand for a week”

Removing her towel and placing it on the bed she said this will work. Lying down and propping and spreading her knees, I was suddenly overcome with the need to just smell her. Burying my nose in her groomed downy tuft I just breathed her in. It was so fulfilling I didn’t want to leave. Mr. T went to work with no regards to her upper regions. She didn’t complain.

Her smell ripened and her taste was luscious. I wanted inside her but that wasn’t happening. She needed to be eaten and fingered to the utmost. It had been too long since I had treated her like this. She came in waves it was cunnilingus in its purest form, we both needed this, badly.

Afterwards lying together she said, “I’m sorry I denied you, but you need to be denied.” It was how she said it, because what I heard was, “I’m sorry I have to deny you in order to make you a better man, I do it because I love you.”

It was at that point that I realized that I wasn’t straining in the cage. She was right, I need to be denied and more importantly I need to understand that I need to be denied and focus solely on her. I think this is why I do t really cage strain anymore when I’m treating her. Because it’s all about her Im not greedy about me and I don’t need an erection to please her. What a strange phenomenon.

A life of pleasuring her is an abundant life.