Thursday, December 17, 2009
Our first HNT: Mistress is Bathed
24 Long Hours
Dear Mistress.
My weekly abstinence day has gotten increasingly challenging to complete. I am not sure whether that’s because you have gotten better at teasing and frustrating me as the day progresses (you certainly have); or because you have gotten me conditioned to receiving at least 2 or 3 opportunities for release most days. So when I start the day knowing that I need to last 24 hours or more….well it is (literally) hard.
Yesterday was a good example. The night before (Tuesday evening) you were indulgent, allowing me to fuck you around 11 pm, after we watched some TV. I knew you were tired, but somehow coaxed you into a final session for the day, knowing that I was facing a day without. I probably deserved your rejection based on my manipulative, guilt-tripping behavior. But you sensed my mounting desperation and allowed me the privilege (though you must admit I made sure you were pleased first).
When I woke, I did my homework. Writing about our adventures always gives me a bit of urgency for you, and its worse when I know that it will not be fulfilled. But as you read my email for the day, you allowed me to suck on your cunt and then came for me after you put the computer down. I do enjoy how your belly quakes a bit as I go down on you, when you giggle at my little attempts at humor.
I took my shower, but when it came time for me to put my cage on, I had a problem. It seems the width of my cock (not hard, just full) simply would not fit into its little container. Now it always has worked before. Crazy. You saw my struggle, and the little abrasion from the day before, and decided to grant me a day-off. But as you weighed my options, you weighed my cock and balls in your soft hand, compounding the problem.
(Later in the day I did some research on a more comfortable and durable stainless steel model. I need to take measurements this morning so its here when we get back from our holiday).
But as we shall see, the absence of the cage may have made this abstinence day worse, rather than better, for me.
The girls were off to their exams, and I was getting ready to leave for work. You were in a short black robe. No undies, as is your morning way.
As we kissed goodbye, you took advantage of my missing cage to toy with me through my pants, and I quickly sprang to life. You ran a finger gently along my shaft, amused by the response you were getting. Tease.
So I rebelled a bit, pulling you into our family room. The leaves are down from the tress now, and from its perch you can look down into the parking and driveway area of the nearby school. We could see the parents and children coming and going, but they could not look up to see you pushed faced down over the table where we usually have dinner. As I applied a few spanks, I asked you to consider the likelihood that your new friend, Sir, might enjoy spanking you into submission, should you survive his screening process (and he your screening process). That seemed to settle you down into a more docile frame of mind. You were quite wet as I spread your legs a bit, rubbing you not as gently as normal with my fingers, and you bucked against me, on the verge, it seemed.
This is where I made a mistake. You were so available, and I was so un-caged, that I dropped my pants and slid my very hard cock into you from behind, very, very slowly. The angle was just perfect for you to take me in that way. You seemed surprised at my impertinence. But I heard no protests as I mentioned that Sir would probably make you beg to come under these circumstances, and might not be so generous with his permission.
Of course I knew I had no permission until the day ended. Its always a little harder for me to come as I enter you this way, so I was not too concerned. But I slid in and out of you ever so gently to keep my ardor under control. You came hard once that way, and then again as I simple pressed into you, moving side to side, not wanting to leave the warmth my cock had found there, or to abandon the vision of you bent against the table, arms extended in front of you, so content and incredibly attractive.
But of course, ultimately I had to pull away, and get to work. The drive and the rest of my morning was a torment, with your scent lingering on my fingers and my cock and balls still full and tingling. Argh.
You were in meetings downtown most of the morning and for lunch. So We just exchanged a few tests, with lines like: “frustrated, mistress”, “as you should be, Slave” or “still tied up, Slave” and “Provocative”(me). I thought about what a text would be like if you were really tied up some afternoon by Sir.
Around 2 p.m. you appeared in my office. You had on that relatively short dark brown cashmere dress, with dark brown tights and suede boots. I am sure you got a few looks and comments on your walk up the hill to see me. As we kissed you reached for me with your well manicured fingers and asked how my abstinence day was going. My cock was all too responsive, betraying the fact that it was not going well.
You sat in your “throne” (the chair I pushed against the door), and I knelt to bury my face between your legs. I always like that moment when I get to peel down your tights to boot tops and find how wet you already are, mistress. When you had your fill, you indicated for me to stand in front of you, and reached again for my cock. It was firm, and got firmer as you had me drop my pants. As my colleagues walked past my closed door, you pulled me into your warm mouth and proceeded to taunt me with your soft tongue and lips, fingers cupping and stroking me. You were driving me crazy. And the thought of Sir’s apparent interest in directing this sort of activity made it all the harder to keep my vow of abstinence.
It was at this point that I really missed my cage.
You had mercy and allowed me to zip back up, then were off to battle the crowds at the Mall. I was left to ponder how I was going to make it until midnight.
At home that evening we were able to fit in a dusky bike ride in the upper 30’s air. Bracing and a nice distraction from my “ordeal”. When we got home, you allowed me to worship you on my knees, but spared me any further teasing. A relief.
After helping the teens with some further exam prep, we went to bed a little later than normal. As we watched the last episode of “Californication”, I rested my hand between your thighs, teasing out your little patch of fur a bit, and enjoying the way your hips squirmed oh so slightly in response.
The TV off, you suggested we read a bit. I think you were teasing me. But I suggested that at least I should be able to play with you a bit, even though I was still quarantined.
You said “tell me a story and you might get a reward”. So as I slowly worked your cunt with my hand, I spun a story for you. I won’t share the details, but suffice it to say it speculated about Sir’s training techniques.
As I spun the tale, you worked my cock gently with one hand and, and took your time to build to one of those shuddering orgasms that please me. But when you were done, you acted as if it was time to sleep, leaving me more desperate than ever. I asked for permission to enter you, but you reminded me that it was not yet midnight. But we negotiated entry without permission to come. I flipped you onto your stomach, an approach that makes it easier from me with those “limitations”.
The story grew more elaborate and graphic as I slid into you from behind. You had your head resting on your arms, hair fanned across your shoulders as I slowly worked in and out of you. I knew your mind was somewhere between me, and the protagonist in my story. But that is what “story time” is all about. And you had 2 or 3 shuddering orgasms as I enjoyed your soft warm passage while I was challenged to contain my own release.
By now I think I had drained you Mistress, so reluctantly pulled away to lay next to you. We settled into a spoon like embrace trying to find sleep. Of course you like the feel of my cock against your bottom as we drift off, and it feels very nice there. But the embrace so deep into abstinence day was very frustrating.
You had given me permission to take you during the night if need be. But, sadly for my own self respect, I only made it until around 11 pm. Still, 24 hours of abstinence. Not terrible. But not up to the standards you expect of me. I hope Mistress does not wake up disappointed.
I really can’t describe the pleasure of entering you then, knowing that I did not have to hold back. At that point I was in no hurray. So we went into overtime. When I finally asked for permission to come, and it was granted, my howl of delight probably frightened the cats.
And all this recounting of the tale has made me want you again.
Love, your Slave.
My weekly abstinence day has gotten increasingly challenging to complete. I am not sure whether that’s because you have gotten better at teasing and frustrating me as the day progresses (you certainly have); or because you have gotten me conditioned to receiving at least 2 or 3 opportunities for release most days. So when I start the day knowing that I need to last 24 hours or more….well it is (literally) hard.
Yesterday was a good example. The night before (Tuesday evening) you were indulgent, allowing me to fuck you around 11 pm, after we watched some TV. I knew you were tired, but somehow coaxed you into a final session for the day, knowing that I was facing a day without. I probably deserved your rejection based on my manipulative, guilt-tripping behavior. But you sensed my mounting desperation and allowed me the privilege (though you must admit I made sure you were pleased first).
When I woke, I did my homework. Writing about our adventures always gives me a bit of urgency for you, and its worse when I know that it will not be fulfilled. But as you read my email for the day, you allowed me to suck on your cunt and then came for me after you put the computer down. I do enjoy how your belly quakes a bit as I go down on you, when you giggle at my little attempts at humor.
I took my shower, but when it came time for me to put my cage on, I had a problem. It seems the width of my cock (not hard, just full) simply would not fit into its little container. Now it always has worked before. Crazy. You saw my struggle, and the little abrasion from the day before, and decided to grant me a day-off. But as you weighed my options, you weighed my cock and balls in your soft hand, compounding the problem.
(Later in the day I did some research on a more comfortable and durable stainless steel model. I need to take measurements this morning so its here when we get back from our holiday).
But as we shall see, the absence of the cage may have made this abstinence day worse, rather than better, for me.
The girls were off to their exams, and I was getting ready to leave for work. You were in a short black robe. No undies, as is your morning way.
As we kissed goodbye, you took advantage of my missing cage to toy with me through my pants, and I quickly sprang to life. You ran a finger gently along my shaft, amused by the response you were getting. Tease.
So I rebelled a bit, pulling you into our family room. The leaves are down from the tress now, and from its perch you can look down into the parking and driveway area of the nearby school. We could see the parents and children coming and going, but they could not look up to see you pushed faced down over the table where we usually have dinner. As I applied a few spanks, I asked you to consider the likelihood that your new friend, Sir, might enjoy spanking you into submission, should you survive his screening process (and he your screening process). That seemed to settle you down into a more docile frame of mind. You were quite wet as I spread your legs a bit, rubbing you not as gently as normal with my fingers, and you bucked against me, on the verge, it seemed.
This is where I made a mistake. You were so available, and I was so un-caged, that I dropped my pants and slid my very hard cock into you from behind, very, very slowly. The angle was just perfect for you to take me in that way. You seemed surprised at my impertinence. But I heard no protests as I mentioned that Sir would probably make you beg to come under these circumstances, and might not be so generous with his permission.
Of course I knew I had no permission until the day ended. Its always a little harder for me to come as I enter you this way, so I was not too concerned. But I slid in and out of you ever so gently to keep my ardor under control. You came hard once that way, and then again as I simple pressed into you, moving side to side, not wanting to leave the warmth my cock had found there, or to abandon the vision of you bent against the table, arms extended in front of you, so content and incredibly attractive.
But of course, ultimately I had to pull away, and get to work. The drive and the rest of my morning was a torment, with your scent lingering on my fingers and my cock and balls still full and tingling. Argh.
You were in meetings downtown most of the morning and for lunch. So We just exchanged a few tests, with lines like: “frustrated, mistress”, “as you should be, Slave” or “still tied up, Slave” and “Provocative”(me). I thought about what a text would be like if you were really tied up some afternoon by Sir.
Around 2 p.m. you appeared in my office. You had on that relatively short dark brown cashmere dress, with dark brown tights and suede boots. I am sure you got a few looks and comments on your walk up the hill to see me. As we kissed you reached for me with your well manicured fingers and asked how my abstinence day was going. My cock was all too responsive, betraying the fact that it was not going well.
You sat in your “throne” (the chair I pushed against the door), and I knelt to bury my face between your legs. I always like that moment when I get to peel down your tights to boot tops and find how wet you already are, mistress. When you had your fill, you indicated for me to stand in front of you, and reached again for my cock. It was firm, and got firmer as you had me drop my pants. As my colleagues walked past my closed door, you pulled me into your warm mouth and proceeded to taunt me with your soft tongue and lips, fingers cupping and stroking me. You were driving me crazy. And the thought of Sir’s apparent interest in directing this sort of activity made it all the harder to keep my vow of abstinence.
It was at this point that I really missed my cage.
You had mercy and allowed me to zip back up, then were off to battle the crowds at the Mall. I was left to ponder how I was going to make it until midnight.
At home that evening we were able to fit in a dusky bike ride in the upper 30’s air. Bracing and a nice distraction from my “ordeal”. When we got home, you allowed me to worship you on my knees, but spared me any further teasing. A relief.
After helping the teens with some further exam prep, we went to bed a little later than normal. As we watched the last episode of “Californication”, I rested my hand between your thighs, teasing out your little patch of fur a bit, and enjoying the way your hips squirmed oh so slightly in response.
The TV off, you suggested we read a bit. I think you were teasing me. But I suggested that at least I should be able to play with you a bit, even though I was still quarantined.
You said “tell me a story and you might get a reward”. So as I slowly worked your cunt with my hand, I spun a story for you. I won’t share the details, but suffice it to say it speculated about Sir’s training techniques.
As I spun the tale, you worked my cock gently with one hand and, and took your time to build to one of those shuddering orgasms that please me. But when you were done, you acted as if it was time to sleep, leaving me more desperate than ever. I asked for permission to enter you, but you reminded me that it was not yet midnight. But we negotiated entry without permission to come. I flipped you onto your stomach, an approach that makes it easier from me with those “limitations”.
The story grew more elaborate and graphic as I slid into you from behind. You had your head resting on your arms, hair fanned across your shoulders as I slowly worked in and out of you. I knew your mind was somewhere between me, and the protagonist in my story. But that is what “story time” is all about. And you had 2 or 3 shuddering orgasms as I enjoyed your soft warm passage while I was challenged to contain my own release.
By now I think I had drained you Mistress, so reluctantly pulled away to lay next to you. We settled into a spoon like embrace trying to find sleep. Of course you like the feel of my cock against your bottom as we drift off, and it feels very nice there. But the embrace so deep into abstinence day was very frustrating.
You had given me permission to take you during the night if need be. But, sadly for my own self respect, I only made it until around 11 pm. Still, 24 hours of abstinence. Not terrible. But not up to the standards you expect of me. I hope Mistress does not wake up disappointed.
I really can’t describe the pleasure of entering you then, knowing that I did not have to hold back. At that point I was in no hurray. So we went into overtime. When I finally asked for permission to come, and it was granted, my howl of delight probably frightened the cats.
And all this recounting of the tale has made me want you again.
Love, your Slave.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
If only Martin Van Buren had a Sex Blog
Dear Mistress,
You gave me an incomplete on my homework yesterday because we were scrambling to help the surly teens with their History exams. It was good to refresh my knowledge about William Henry Harrison’s brief 30 day term, John Tyler’s “Manifest Destiny”, and the odd alliance between Andrew Jackson and Martin Van Buren (the guy on your right). But now back to the good stuff.
My Monday started with a security breach: that larger ring I had been using on my cage sure was more comfortable, but the cold weather created a problem. Cold causes my balls to seek the shelter in that little body cavity above. Somehow my left ball was able to squeeze through the little extra space created by the somewhat larger ring. (Hard to tell if this is because it was cold when I put on the cage, or the problem occurred as I headed to work.) In any event, by mid-morning the cage you had locked on me came loose. I had the sad task of informing you via phone.
You were mercifully patient with me, but reminded me that it was past time to switch to the slightly smaller ring that arrived with our “power tool” last week.
When I got home you spared me the punishment I probably deserved, and we went for a vigorous bike ride in the twilight of a day that had turned surprisingly warm and sunny by afternoon. As we rode we talked about the intriguing overture you had received from a potential suitor, who seems very direct and business like in his plans for you. This is a call only Mistress can make, based on her desires and comfort level.
By the time we got home, the intimacy and frankness of our conversation about this potential adventure – whether it was a good idea or a really bad one – had us definitely in the mood for some physical intimacy too. So we deferred dinner and exam prep a bit for some worship time with my tongue and lips, before you allowed me to enter you and spend some time parked deep inside, slowly bringing each of us to the point of release.
The rest of the evening I spent showing our oldest surly her father’s well worn exam prep technique of outlining every seemingly important factoid for her history test. It made me wonder why I had not done that before with her (probably because she would not give me the time of day, but now was in panic mode over this AP test). Truth be told, it was fun to spend some time with her talking about the Whig Party and the Kings George. Shame we did not do this sooner.
I was spent when I hit bed around 11 pm, after all that outlining, and you were beginning to go to sleep So we passed on our typical night time activities – a rarity for us these days.
Tuesday morning I was up very early (needed to outline everything from the Constitutional Convention to the fall of Fort Sumter before our little Princess went to school). I did that outline rather than my daily homework for you. It made me wonder what Martin Van Buren would have put in his sex blog, if only he had one.( Did you know he was rumored to be the illigetimate son of Aaron Burr?)
By around 7 a.m., when you called me to come attend to my morning duties, I had been up a few hours. And I was happy to set aside thoughts of John Calhoun’s closet support for Nullification to nullify the desire for you that had cropped up since the prior evening. Why it had been almost 12 hours since our last encounter! The horror!
Before I got up so early, I watched you sleeping in bed for a while. You were lying on your back, hands over your head, wrists crossed, as if you were tied there by some dream Dom having his way with you. You seemed very comfortable and content. Maybe in your dreams you were mulling over the choices that had been presented to you during a phone call the afternoon before. Or maybe it was just a coincidence.
Now you were awake (barely) and I was back in bed with you, head between your strong thighs, under the covers. As I sucked methodically on your clit, you seemed to have a series of orgasms, hips bucking against my mouth, that went on for several minutes. You were a very responsive Mistress for so early in the morning.
About 50 minutes later, my cage with the new ring tightly in place, I kissed you goodbye in the kitchen. You were wearing that silky beige robe that barely covers your hips. I had not planned any elaborate assault, but slid my hands through your mound to see if I could collect some juices that would be a tease through the day, a fragrant reminder of you on my fingers.
I found you moist to the touch. And as my fingers lingered there, stroking gently, but not really with a purpose, you came for me with a little gasp and shudder, your head resting gently against my shoulder. It’s very gratifying that a Slave can feel that sort of response from his Mistress.
I had to walk down to the neighborhood garage, to pick up my car. The walk is only about ¼ mile, but the new ring was pinching at me with a cruel persistence. On the drive downtown, I texted “tight” to share my discomfort. You responded “good, Slave.” I suppose this was the punishment that I deserved for the prior security breach. And that reminder of your control over me made the cage squeeze a bit tighter.
Later on my commute you called, and I even suggested you might consider bringing the key for the cage downtown on your visit later in the day. You said you would keep an open mind, that you did not want to do any permanent damage to an important tool. But as the day progressed, and I made some adjustments the pain subsided to its normal reminder that my balls and cock are under lock and key. Not so bad.
But when you stopped by the office, and had me kneel to worship you, first through your black tights, then peeled away so I could properly pleasure you, the restraining cage tightened to a painful degree. You do seem to delight when I share this little detail.
Our evening was again devoted to exam prep. Though we did get time in bed together before dinner. Our routine requires me to kneel and worship with my mouth before you decide whether to release me from the cage. And with the new, tighter ring, the cage needed to be taken off. But we took our time, with you sharing some details about further communications with your suitor (let’s call him “Sir” to the extent we mention him here), and those details seemed to heighten your arousal and my frustration. That cage really needed to be taken off by the time you had your fill of my tongue, Mistress.
And of course you finally did unlock me, and we had a delicious encounter then, and again around 11 pm, after the studying was done.
I think I imposed on you that last time. You were tired. Of course, so was I. But the thought of abstinence day today made me a little insistent. On such occasions you are an indulgent Mistress. I am very fortunate.
Love, your Slave.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Mistress in Repose
Last night I came to bed late (see excuse above), crawled into bed, snuggled up to Mistress and zoned out. (Don't worry we did get in a bike ride and some healthy worship time earlier in the evening.)
At some point during the night I woke up and looked at Mistress. She was laying on her back , hands over her head, wrists crossed (no there were no little red cuffs, this photo was taken a few Sundays back when I got my "switch" time with her). Her legs were spread too, knees out, almost as if her ankles had been crossed and tied. Yum.
Truth be told, I was a bit horny, and was tempted to put one hand over her wrists to hold her in place, using the other hand to prime her with some well placed strokes of my fingers until she began to squirm, before taking her as she awoke from the deep sleep.
But seeing how deeply she was snoozing, and considering my roll as her Slave, I passed on the opportunity. Mistress does deserve her beauty rest, and I knew that my privileges would be restored in the morning. Patience, Mick.
But I did wonder what Mistress was dreaming about, or what she was mentally dwelling on as she voluntarily assumed that rather submissive position. Was she contemplating being tied and taken at the hands of some imaginary, mysterious Dom?
When I asked her that question this morning, she gave me one of those "know your place, Slave" looks, and declined to answer. Interesting....
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