[Mr Pickle] one step forwards, two steps back

[denied_one]

Although it may well kill me,

There is always, always the "certain little twist" like this thrown in the descriptions of the happiness.



Carry on!

[Mr Pickle]

Dear Mr. Pickle,

You sir are a , oh what the hell I do t have words to finish., the two of you are amazing. Thanks for sharing. You truly have a bride to behold. Treasure her every moment you can.

Ill reply here as this is addressed to me and with C not aproving of journy bombing.

Treasuring C. Every beautiful moment, every inch of her, mind and body, has always been easy.

[Mr Pickle]

In my opinion, holidays and Valentines Day in particular, should be a celebration of your relationship, not a break from it.

Just avoiding bombing on C's thread .

Im not sure what this means exactly. ? Do you mean Take days off what we love, to be the same as everyone else for special occasions?

This is our relationship. It's who we are. It's what we love.
This IS a celebration. I can't imagine anything better than this this little surprise for Valentines day.

[Mr Pickle]

Log

I'm not sure why this year is so different to all previous years (well maybe an inkling), but it all seems to be steps forward so far for C.
Funny how C seeming to get better feels like things are getting worse for me?

Obviously that isn't the case, but when things suddenly speed up or take a turn it takes time to adjust.

Still no orgasm for me this year, but one is due in five days if all goes well.
I have a good idea what will be happening too and Im very excited. I'd like to know more but C isn't discussing it.

Also I am out of the naughty cage and back into the 2cm mini dome.

So the second time this year I have been unlocked for any reason. I did also get a few stokes, four with C's right hand and then four with the other hand). So my first erection of 2025. I was locked again within a minute of release.

Once upon a time I thought this mini dome cage would be impossible to wear as its virtually nothing at all. But after a week in the flat naughty thing Im very happy in this. Good job really. This is the biggest cage I have worn all year.

A little winged creature tells me I will be in the Cobra next. Not sure how that will go. The Cobra has it's own set of rules.

Fab sex weekend. C is on form and I recieved a message that got me really worked up whilst at work on Saturday.

I let C know I needed to use her as an outlet for that if I could. C was happy about it so as soon as I got home I carried her up to the bedroom and went to town on her.
Tongue, fingers, vibes and strapon.
I thought I was going to come whilst strapon fucking C, everytime she came I felt so close, so I just kept going and going.
C passed out eventually then stayed in bed until that evenings date night meal. She wasnt sure if she would be able to walk, but the date night was good.

More messages since have had my head spinning and give an inkling of what "might" be happening on sunday. But I haven't been told what.

I feel constantly hard. My cage was aching with the cold today.
The steel just soaks the cold up at the moment.

[KnownAsHerbert]

Also I am out of the naughty cage and back into the 2cm mini dome.

Once upon a time I thought this mini dome cage would be impossible to wear as its virtually nothing at all.

A little winged creature tells me I will be in the Cobra next.

The mini dome. What a splendid name for it.

Likewise. Before I'd experienced them I thought these tiny things were just ridiculous and couldn't possibly be worn. Now I know better.

After Valentine's Day I will be back in the Cobra Nub too. Rather unsettling to hear that this will be for a "long, long time". I've no idea how long to expect.

[Mr Pickle]

Log.

I got the Padel again! A purple mark this time. Ouch!
I don't want this you know. Not my thing really.
The reason: Yesterday miss C came without me. Before I had finished my chores and got to the bedroom, miss C had been concentrating on something that had turned her on (not difficult for miss C) and well I wasn't there was I? So her hornyness had been syphoned off in another direction or she made an outlet for it.

Ok. I thought it was super hot knowing she had been having an orgasm whilst I was only yards away, busy trying to earn one for myself, one day, eventually.
In the meantime miss C's orgasm are the only type I get.

It was pretty obvious she had come when I walked in the room. All I said was "Already? That's not fair. You have to let me make you come now".

"Are you being selfish?"

"No. I'm alergic to shelfish"

"Paddle!"

No sense of humour.

With only a few days to go before treat day. I'm not refusing or arguing.

Not a single treat so far this year. Well a stoke or two when coming out of the naughty cage. More like penis resuscitation than treat.
Miss C reminds that she hasn't had one inside her this year either, which is extremely frustrating for her.

So it all ballances out doesnt it? Bah!

This morning miss C wanted sorting out again. It made me late for work and put the rest of my short day out. Finished to get Daughter from school and totally gave up on getting anything done.

I think I'll take daughter out.
As soon as I have had a nice hot mug of tea.

[Mr Pickle]

Log.

Horny. Very horny.
My head is filled with fairies, fantasies, keys, boobs and bottoms. Also a few bizarre twists and turns in reality. I feel more owed than ever today.

All of it point in one direction of course. Even more locked and more bloody horny.

There are other feeling too. Longing. Denial, and a bit of jealously. Ah bollocks a lot of jealously.

It feels like the whole world will come tonight except me and I'm the lucky one to be denied and frustrated a little bit longer. I know exactly where I would like to be later.

I should really rename the mini dome to the leaking bucket!

Miss C made use of me. Just think of any time or day and that would probably be a "Yes".

She is getting worse. Or better? One or the other or both?
I am getting worse, or is it better? I cant tell any more.
The chastity fairy story got it right.
The most power fairy in the world.

I feel like we locked men walk amongst giants that can use us as they wish and play with us for their own delights.

Then, should they feel the need, which they often do, pick us up and use us as a handy dildo.

Miss C is a walking orgasm machine these days either with or without me. Always wanting. Always getting.

I am looking forward to tonights meal.
Miss C will pull out all the stops and as usual the waiters will pay our table a bit more attention than they need to.
They wont notice the key between her breasts while they take a week to pour her wine. Just the breasts. Maybe her belly button piercing viewable through the cleavage if you lean just so?
Miss C will get a little tipsy and a little flirty and women on other tables will rebuke their men for sneaking too many glances. Miss C can be encouragable.
She might even reassure these ladies that it is fine, she doesnt actually mind if they look. That always goes down very well.. Not.

Miss C likes that attention when she is in the mood for it and will save it all up until we get home.

Then she will go to town on my face. And likey her new toy Mr.H (H as in Hard. Just arrived).

I must be insane to want this. Teased, denied and used as a reward?

Its a nice kind of insanity isnt it?

I still remember the days I thought I was tricking Miss C into this chastity stuff.. For my own sexual gratification. I was an absolute dumbass wasn't I.

[KnownAsHerbert]

Miss C is a walking orgasm machine these days either with or without me. Always wanting. Always getting.

It's "on demand" isn't it? "Kneel" in my case. They're like automated bean gatherers.

Have a good night out. Enjoy your meal.

[denied_one]

Man that whole post has me all twisted up @Mr Pickle. Hey bud, I won't be coming either tonight....

[Mr Pickle]

Log.

Last night was date night. Which was another meal. I hadn't expected that one as well? Nice though as always.
It is also a time when we get to discuss cage stuff.
Miss C let me know she was very pleased with me and she would be letting me come tomorrow. Did I have any preferences she might want to consider?
I did obviously and told her all I could before my alloted time was up.
None of which will change what she has planned. She was just fishing for ammunition.

Sunday.
Exciting! My big day.
We do mornings at weekends for one big reason.
Children lie in, and sleep until stupid oclock. It's the only time we actually get to be undisturbed. Which is a good job really.
Miss C had put fairy lights up yesteray in the bedroom. Not unusual. C likes fairy lights. Has them everywhere.

So I got up, made coffee and tea as usual, we drank it and then Miss C said "Won't be long"as she flicked the fairy lights in and left the room.
First thought was "Ooh ooh ooh!" Then "I wonder if she has forgotten?"

A little while later, in walked this vision of goth/emo, fairy, pirate fantasy figure.
Miss C obviously but almost unrecognisable.
She was wearing a black outfit. Faux leather Basque, lacy short loose ragged skirt and long boots. Like a cross between fairy and lady buccaneer or strumpet or such. Boobs held firmly in place, cleavage with the little clogau heart key resting on them, bare shoulders, bare thighs. She did a little twirl showing bum cheeks.. Shiver my bloody timbers.

More stikingly was the emo war paint. Dark makup just like my drawings. She looked just like the drawings!
Wow.
She could have left then and I'd think I'd had my treat. Just wow!

The words "Tongue back in. Stand up" snapped me out of my daze.

Miss C lifted some chord things and spapped them out in front of her. "Right slave boy".

I thought it was some kind of whip? Yikes!

That dress combined with all the fantasies packed in my head over the past week, and that sudden comand! I lost it.

I don't what happened down there. It just started to go off? I doubled up tensing and whining.

Miss C said "Oh my god! Please tell me you didn't just come?".

"Eeeek!" As a small blob escaped and hit the floor.

C almost collaped laughing "You did! You just came didnt you". That is so.. unbelievable!

"Only a bit. A tiny bit I think.. I'm good'.

C composed her self and told me "Not to come.. again". Then "I have my outfit. Let get you into yours".

She let one end of the 'not a whip apparently', and was holding the thing by a collar. A restraint. Ah!
Nervouse, excited, horny, scared. Damp.

It was fidgety to begin with but C helped and there I was. Hands behind back which tried to strangle me if I tried to get free. But I was still caged? Hang on? This can't be right?

Then another thing appeared. The harness and the new toy Mr.H.
C had to put that on. No hands.
Then a ball on a collar?
It was a gag. Not comy but helpless and no idea what to expect it went on without a fuss "Comfy?"
I nodded.
"Good".
C had me lie down. Toy cock jutting into the air.
She reminded me she was not allowing herself to come on my cock, and this was the solutiinnbecause she was absolutely going to come. No way I would last long enough to make her come anyway.
Then Miss C climbed on, riding me/it and gave a load of penis humiliation, tease and head fucking whilst riding it.
" I'm going to come so hard on this big cock, on his cock, while your tiny cock stays locked". etc.
Incredible.Mind blowing.

And she did just that.

After climbing off the shiney new toy, miss C pulled the harness of me like it was underwear, and unlocked me.
Badoing! Straight to attention thank goodness.

A quick wipe down "I don't have come in my mouth, thats your job", and then she gave me suck. "Stop".
Nearly blobed again.
My penis was broken. It kept going off by accident!

And then Miss C got up, winked at me and left the room.

Eh! What! Was that it?

Just the though of being used like that and then abandodned nearly made me come again? Rock hard. Go figure that one out?"

C was gone long enough for my stiffy to flag. I just lay there. Then foot steps approaching. Stiff agian immediately.

C walked straight in and undid the ball gag "Not permision to speak".

She climbed over my waist and leant forward, pussy and beautiful bottom coming into view, then reversed it up to my face so I could enjoy it, whilst Miss C played with my cock and balls.

C was enjoying the attention, so was I.
I was constantly on the brink. So when C lifted up and moved over my cock I knew I wouldn't last.
She repeatedly stroked the head between her lips and over her bud before lowering herself inch by inch onto me.
Then raised and lowered maybe five times before I exploded. After which C moved over to my face where she came again whilst I performed my duties.

We lay together into the early afternoon, just getting up for supplies.

Then showers. Shame to to take that makup off.

Now locked in the Cobra surprise surprise. But I will get an occasional release in order to pleasure C of course, but on condition that I don't come myself.
Maybe letting it out two or three times before we go to Paris. And then stay locked while we are away. After Paris, we'll have to see, won't we?