[tongue+groove] From vanilla to spumoni

[Tongue+groove]

We were both a little irritable last night so we just vegged in front of tv. I finally broke and asked.

Me. So are you still planning to use me tonight as you threatened yesterday.
Her. No, I don’t feel like it. Why do you even ask?
Me. I just never know what to expect. It’s like I’m just a sex toy you keep in a drawer. You take it out to use as you like and toss it back in when you’re done.
Her. Yes you are. The only difference is you like it this way. So, don’t complain.


This morning all is better she woke very bubbly in spirit. When I walked her to her car to kiss her by she just felt up my balls, rubbed my nub and laughed. As she got in her car she says with a grin. “You’re such a good boy”

She comes home early tomorrow to start a two week break. Yahoo!

[waki86]

As a caged man you are nothing more than their sex toy that they can use to their heart's content whenever they want.
If one is lucky, one is rewarded, but it may also be that their hunger is further stimulated.
And even more is expected of you, which is accepted without objection.
Sometimes it seems the less cock one has, the more satisfied the keyholder is.
And if he is used, he must be put away again quickly.

[KnownAsHerbert]

As a caged man you are nothing more than their sex toy that they can use to their heart's content whenever they want.

Oh how true I have found this to be over the past 9 months.

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She’s home for the two weeks of holidays. I love having her here. We were both exhausted from the week so last night just cuddled.

Her in my arms with me rubbing her back while she played with my balls. She then turned to massaging the backed up swollen cock lump behind my cage. She has recently become very attentive to that bulge. As I drifted off to sleep I began to wonder. Just my observation but it seems that the typical kh is more amused by balls than by cock.

I woke two hours later when she turned over, all shrunk back down again. All so very enjoyable.

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Cuddles last night led to sensual touching. I moved into position to do my good deed but was restrained. I sat between her legs ready to dive in but was forced to wait and watch as she touched herself. I love to watch her enjoy her own body. It says volumes about her self confidence to me. Only when she was ready for me was I allowed. I knew my time had come when she gently placed her hands on the back of my head and pulled me into position. In the heat of the moment she told me she had so many plans for me for her two weeks off work.

Not sure if it was the heat of the moment or if she truly has plans. I’ll be patient and eagerly wait to see.

When she was done I was allowed to retreat. Oh how I love this woman. She has really found an unexpected side of herself.

After she calmed she asked if I was okay staying locked and not coming out at the moment.

Yes I was. I get so much out of pleasuring you, I am satisfied.

(Ahh, no reciprocating obligation sex, incredible feeling)

I slept amazingly well. This morning she inquired again as to my level of satisfaction. We had a great discussion about how this last year has really worked for us. We discussed how there is no more obligation sex, my temperament improvements, and a new sort of closeness we have achieved.

I shared with her some similarities with others on this forum. This conversation lasted about 30 minutes or more. She’s not discussed the topic that much in a long time. She may actually show up here one day.

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I was working at the counter setting up my weekly meds and vitamins. Mrs. G comes up from behind, wraps her arms around me, lays her head on my back and tells me how much she loves me and how happy she is. Made me feel good. Then she reaches inside my sweat pants and starts to massage “alien bump” (mr. Pickles spot on term, thank you sir). As she does she proceeds to tell how happy she is that I still get aroused by her.

Ahh, all warm and lumpy inside. Still not sure what her recent fascination is with the alien bump.

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I put up a strip of LED lights around the ceiling of our bedroom. Lots of remote control options. She likes finding just the right mood with them. Laying there watching Christmas music on YouTube and she asked if I might like to get out and take a little stretch.

Why of course I would. She reassured me that there would be no cumming with it. So a slow gentle edging it was. She unlocked it herself laying so she could have a closeup view. I did get a few minor girly o’s but when I was about to pop she stopped completely. She stayed on guard until it was down to relocking size.

Such a lovely thing to experience and without being disappointed with her or the unhappy ending. Causes me to ponder on two things.

1) is an unhappy ending really a happy ending due to all the warm and intimate feelings.

2) it’s one thing for her to play with Mr. Wanky but it’s so much more when she stares him in the face with a look of affection and admiration. She didn’t even look at me once only him as if it was between her and him and I wasn’t even there. I think Mr. Wanky deceived me and stole my wife for the evening.

[Tongue+groove]

In for the evening, we planned to spend some quiet time together before everyone arrives. Went for my shower and Mrs. G tells me to get really clean. That means unlock, scrub and shave. Once out she took my towel from me and gave me a good inspection.

Her: you did a good job. It’s nice to see you hanging long. Sometimes I miss watching you flop around. You may stay loose for the evening.

Twenty minutes later while helping her in the kitchen I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to go away cool down and relock. I was super hard and mr. Wanky was constantly in the way and I was using kitchen knives. I felt much better back in my cozy nub. I never thought I’d ever say that.

We had a wonderful Christmas Eve together. Finger foods, music and started a 1000 piece puzzle together. Kids and families coming in for Christmas Day. Mrs. G and I have really slowed down on gifts. We’re to that point in life that we don’t want much and if we need something we go get it. This is the first year I haven’t surprised her with big dollar jewelry or she me some tool. We agreed as a family to only give consumables or hand made gifts.

I turned a wooden scoop on my lathe out of maple off the farm. She loves this sort of thing. She made me a kitchen apron for when I do kitchen work. She used a material with a pattern showing logging equipment. She said it needed to have a manly appearance with a soft touch. She said she was looking forward to me grilling and this be all I wore. The kicker is she said she used a kilt pattern to give it manly pleats with frilly highlights.

Ok that did it. So she must be reading here.

Me: so what sort of kilt pattern, I have read there are several.
Her: when did you read about kilts?
Me: on the forum I frequent. (Then I explained some of the input here about kilts)
Hr: I know you think that I read there but I don’t even know how to get there. It is a strange coincidence though.

Hmm, she’s not one to tolerate lies and neither am I.

She managed to get in bed before me, something that doesn’t usually happen. She had mood lights on. Told me to choose music and get a bed mat. Then as I stood beside her she pointed to the cage and said you won’t need that on and be sure to get the ring off too. I unlocked with her staring intently. Of course he immediately sprang to life. She made me stand there while she just stared at mr. Wanky. A few soft touches then a kiss and I was allowed to get in on my side.

Lots of cuddles and some suckling by me. she had me on my side with my head on her shoulder when she started stroking and nipple pinching. I quickly got close to a girly ‘o’ when she whispered in my ear.

“Go ahead shake for me, just let it go and enjoy”

Mr. Pickle talks about what words can do, we’ll this was one of those times. Wave after wave, one girly ‘o’ after another, her stroking and words of encouragement keeping them coming. On one of the last ones I was about to lose my load when she stopped and just capped it off just like last time. I lay there like a limp rag doll. So this is what she talks about. I was going soft like I had cum, but I hadn’t. She started in again and worked me up to another edge and left it unfinished.

Totally exhausted I lay basking in euphoria. Was it possible could I have a girly ‘o’ and a man cum simultaneously? I never even considered it as a possibility. What would it take? Is it even physically possible?

When I came back to reality she said Merry Christmas.

Me: thank you, give me a few minutes and I’ll return the joy.

Her: No need, I’ve had my fun. (Giggling) It’s so easy to do this to you anymore. I like it.

Once again I slept for over 4 hours straight. This type of sleep has long eluded me. Is there a connection. And as for girly ‘o’s. Is this the new normal. I’m bad about overthinking things but does she have something planned or just taking it day by day.

Only time will tell.

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Kids and grand kids all in for the day. Was playing chess with the oldest grandson. In conversation with him he was a little confused. I had to explain how the king was the top guy who had to be captured but the queen held all the power and authority. Mrs. G looks up from working a puzzle with the girls smiles and says.

Isn’t that the way it is? She holds the keys to the kingdom and he is just there to be used as needed.

I gave her an approving smile back. Nobody else even flinched.

I love it when she’s sneaky.

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The house is empty again, just the two of us. We tried something new last night. I started reading to her in bed. A short romantic novel. I started dozing off at the end of ch.1. She read ch. 2 to me. Nothing too exciting just the back story of the two main characters. Afterwards I was awarded with the opportunity to nurse each breast thoroughly. Probably because of all the new baby talk over the two past days with our daughter. Mrs. G has had baby brain for over a week now.

After I finished suckling she said, “get a bed mat and eat me!” And pushed me south.

I didn’t think she would stop coming, she saturated my beard. Then without warning she says.

I want some dick. Go wash up and come back unlocked, oh and don’t get any ideas about getting to cum.

Upon my return she was poised and ready for me. Once inside I almost lost it and had to immediately withdraw. A few more attempts and I realized I wasn’t the man I had been. I’ve always had stamina, probably due to so much masturbation, but now I was fighting against a premature cum. This is a whole new battle for me.

After a few Attempts she simply says. I need you to fuck me good, if you cum that’s your problem not mine. Oh boy, now what? My little head says woopee I get to cum. My upstairs head says no, no, don’t do it, you’ll regret it.

Negations broke down when I realized she used the ‘F’ word. This is suddenly very serious business. Since little head was in the hot spot he won out and went after it.

What a struggle of wills. It’s difficult to explained but it’s like being disappointed with enjoying myself. I get so much out of pleasuring her that I don’t feel I need as much for me anymore.

When she got up she saw that she had over saturated the bed mat.

Her. That’s the second time that mat has failed. You need to get rid of it to never be used again. And the bed is wet, you need to take care of that while I wash up.

Me. It’s not my fault, it came from you.

Her. yes it is your fault, you caused it, so you take care of it.

Me. Yes ma’am.

So this morning I’m helping with linen laundry when I want to be in the wood shop. She commented that she felt well rested and energetic because I didn’t fuck her into limp rag doll mode.

I keep pondering if chastity is going to make me an easy cummer.

Oh well if it makes her happy I ll learn to live with it.