All posts for the month April, 2015

Friday night was “date night,” our chance to get the kids out of our hair and either go out somewhere for dinner or even just go home and enjoy a house empty of children. With the kids gone, My Lady and I were excited to give our new toys from KTM a try, seeing as it’s hard to set up and use either the stockade or the fucking machine without worrying about the kids coming out of their bedroom and into the living room. With the house to ourselves, there were no such concerns, so ML and I aimed to try them out before I would be out of commission due to my elbow sugery next week (maybe….).

We fetched the toys from the bedroom closet and brought them out to the spacious living room floor. Along with the stockade and the fucking machine, we brought out the fleshlight attachment and the vac-u-lock dildo ML had purchased earlier in the week.

(Side note: I’m not completely oblivious; when the vac-u-lock dildo arrived in the mail, I was a little confused as to why it was only five inches long. Knowing that ML enjoys my significantly larger cock, I wondered why she ordered one so small. I even asked her if it was for me; she said that she didn’t want to go too big for her first try with the machine. I just wanted to point out that I’m not totally in the dark all the time.)

Since I already had a trial run with the machine, it was My Lady’s turn to give it a test drive. She laid down on her back while I positioned the machine between her legs (we really need a name for this thing, other than “the machine”… I’m going with Pete, considering that the name of the model is Sneaky Pete). I began at a slow pace, moving the dildo into and out of ML’s pussy while being careful to watch her to make sure there were no “aiming incidents.”

I was worried that ML might react in a “meh, it’s ok but no big deal” way, but my concerns quickly vanished when she started moaning and reached down to rub her clit. I quickened the pace a little bit, and she started to roll her hips just the tiniest bit. She was starting to enjoy it, rubbing her clit faster, pushing herself to her first machine-induced orgasm. She moaned louder as her orgasm hit, and I let the machine continue fucking her as the pleasure pulsed through her body. As her body continued to tremble, her pussy gushed and squirted as the dildo continued to drive into her pussy. I slowed down Pete as she came down from her orgasm. The smile on her face told me all I needed to know about her opinion of the using the machine.

Next, it was time to try out the stockade. ML and I adjusted the bars to fit my height, setting the waist pad to a position where I could not move my hips and locking the collar so I couldn’t move or even turn my head. It felt amazing to be locked onto it, completely unable to move or adjust my body even the slightest bit. ML had me right where she wanted me, and there was absolutely nothing I could do to prevent her from doing what she wanted to me.

My Lady took a moment to spank my exposed ass until I yelped in pain. Then I heard movement behind me. I tried to turn my head, but the collar prevented me from seeing anything behind me. ML and I had talked about my fantasy of using the fleshlight on me in the stocks, and for a moment I wondered what was taking her so long to get set up. Then, as it slowly dawned on me that ML was able to do ANYTHING, I felt the rubber cock brush against my ass cheek. “Oh God,” I thought, as it became obvious what ML was going to do.

Before I had a chance to beg ML not to, she slid the well lubed dildo into my ass. “Relax,” she said, “it’s going in whether you want it to or not. Just relax.” What choice did I have? I tried my best to relax as she pushed the cock in further, unable to hold back a moan as it slid in deeper. After a pause, with ML graciously allowing me a chance to prepare for what was going to happen, I heard the machine’s drive shaft come to life.

The fake cock slowly pulled back almost all the way out of my ass, then just as slowly stroked back into me. I grunted as I took the full length of the dildo in my ass. In and out, Pete did not stop filling my ass over and over. ML varied the pace, speeding up and slowing down randomly, preventing me from completely adjusting to what was happening. She gave me fast strokes, using the machine to pound my ass. She also gave me incredibly slow strokes, forcing me to feel every inch of the dildo as it slowly violated me.

It was a very intense experience; I had so many thoughts and feelings swirling around in my head and my body. It’s hard for me to keep the thoughts in a particular order, so I decided to just make a list of the things I remember. In no particular order, here are the things I felt and thought about as I was slowly pegged over the better part of an hour:

– I felt completely powerless. The stockade prevented me from moving or even wiggling away from the machine, and it took no rest while it was fucking me.

– I knew we had to pick up the kids at some point, but I had no idea what time it was, as the stockade’s prevented me from turning my head to see the clock. I had no idea how long I would have to endure what was happening to me.

– I felt humiliated. I will admit that when ML used a slower pace, the stimulation on my prostate felt very good. I started moaning because of the pressure building up, and ML started to chuckle, saying that I was “moaning like a little bitch wanting to be fucked.” And, to be honest, that’s how I felt. She was right.

– My cock was dripping precum non-stop. The prodding of my prostate caused my cock to leak like crazy, and I wanted to be stroked so fucking bad. But during the whole ordeal, ML only touched my cock once, squeezing a big gob of precum out of it. The rest of the time, my cock bobbed and twitched, and my hips kept trying to push forward to search for some kind of stimulation. Of course, I couldn’t even move an inch because of the waist pad.

– There was one point where I just kinda gave up and let the machine fuck me. I’m not sure if ML sensed this in me, but she turned up the machine to fuck me faster. The dildo pushed against me, and I felt my body rocking back and forth in the stocks the slightest bit. I immediately pictured what the women look like in porn movies when guys fuck them from behind, rocking them forward with their thrusts. At that moment, I realized the machine was turning me into it’s little slut, and ML was controlling all of it.

– ML came around to the front of the stocks to use my face to please her pussy, but the collar prevented her from getting a good angle. She even got on all fours in front of me and shoved her ass in my face. My mental image of this was fucking insane: Pete pegging me from behind, pushing my face forward into ML’s ass and pussy as she used me like an object. Fuck, I got so turned on. But the collar still prevented ML from getting exactly what she wanted. She ended up unlocking the collar so she could move my head around more freely.

– ML sat on the couch and put her feet up on my back as she watched tv… OMGWTF???? That was when it hit me that this wasn’t going to be some quickie fun play… ML was going to leave me there for as long as she wanted to. It was at this point that I started to beg her to please stop. She said, “No way… I suggest you start liking it because it’s going to be a while before you’re done.” I nearly began to cry after that comment. That’s when it really started to feel like I was being raped. The slow deliberate pace of the thrusting was an even bigger mindfuck.

– I came very close to safewording, but not because of the pegging… my hands were starting to go numb! That, plus I was concerned about my elbow being stressed for so long… rightly concerned, as it turned out, because my elbow was stiff and sore for quite some time after being let out. After my recovery, we need to work on finding a better position for me in the stockade, one that I can be put in for as long as ML wants me there so there.

All in all, it was quite an amazing experience. It’s one of those “I’d definitely do it again… Just not this weekend” things. My ass is still sore from the rough treatment I received, but I’ll admit it’s a type of sore that turns me on. The next time (who knows if/when that will be), I wonder if My Lady will take her turn in pegging me in the stocks!

Yesterday’s post was apparently just the tip of the iceberg, but kind of in a good way. My “panic attack” that prevented my elbow surgery ended up being something totally different and much more serious.

During the day of me moping all day long (and My Lady getting more and more annoyed by the moment), we began working on a plan to get the elbow surgery done. This involved getting it rescheduled quickly while I still had a chance to squeeze in my time off at work. We were making good progress, but one thing still bothered me – how to handle the panic attack problem again. As a check, ML picked me up a home blood pressure monitor, just to see how my numbers where when I was at home and more relaxed.

Surprise! My blood pressure was worse. Like, “how is your head not exploding?” worse. So, off to the emergency room to prevent a heart attack or stroke we went!

(Keep in mind during all of this, that I’m in my mid 30s, so I’m like “what the fuck, why am I dying?” Moving on…)

As the triage nurse takes my vitals, I warn him not to be too freaked out when he sees my blood pressure. He then tells me that it’ll be tough for be to beat the highest number of the night, which was something like 208/110. I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge, and I VERY easily blew that away with a 250/148 of my own.

Now, let’s pause for just a moment for those who know about blood pressure to pick their collective jaws up off the floor. For those not in the know, [SCIENCE ALERT] the high end of normal blood pressure is usually in the 120/80 range. Anything over 140/90 is considered high blood pressure and should be treated. A top number of over 180 is called a “hypertensive crisis” and emergency care is needed.

Hey, what can I say…. when I do something, I go all out.

The one thing that was confusing the doctors – and me, for that matter – was that I had no symptoms whatsoever. With a bp that high, I should have been having headaches, vision problems, nausea… I had none of that. I felt completely fine, other than being a little anxious because I knew that my blood pressure was so high. I mean, seriously… my blood pressure is two times as high as normal, and my body is just like “I don’t know what you guys are all concerned about, I’m totally chill here.” WTF????

So, thankfully, they didn’t keep me overnight, but they did get me a prescription for blood pressure medication. Hopefully, these will help get my numbers down quick…. ML was able to get my elbow surgery rescheduled for next Friday. Maybe this was all just God’s way of telling me “look motherfucker, you have to get yourself checked out and healthy, and if fucking up your elbow surgery for a week is what’s going to motivate you to getting it fixed, that’s what I’m gonna do.” I guess I can’t really blame God for that. 😉

So, now the plan is to get on the meds, chill out my heart and get it to relax, and hopefully get my elbow fixed next Friday. Honestly, though, my elbow is the lesser of my concerns right now. I’ve been meaning to get “old man healthy” for a while now, because I’m fucking loving my life right now and I want a lot more of it. Things like this are getting me moving in the right direction.

So, just a quick post because I’m really not in the mood to do anything more (you’ll understand why in a moment).

Today was my elbow surgery… or i should say i was scheduled to have elbow surgery. That’s an important distinction, because I ended up not having the surgery after my blood pressure went nuts. For a more detailed description of what happened, check out this TIFU post I wrote on Reddit.

So yeah… I’m pissed off, annoyed, disappointed… Just about any negative emotion you can mention, I’m feeling it right now. Today was supposed to be the first step in being pain free for the first time in over ten years. Instead, now I’m looking forward to more time gutting though elbow pain at work, inability to play certain bondage games with ML because of my arm strength limitations (forget hearing about how it feels to be locked in the stockade for quite some time)… oh, and bye bye to that month off of work that I was looking forward to spending time with my wife and family.

Perhaps I should just leave it at the title? Haha

Today, I have my “I’m going to drive you so fucking crazy teasing you” hat on. Cagedmonkey got home a bit late from work so he didn’t end up going to sleep until about 10am. He’s just in there for a nap for a few hours since his surgery is at the butt crack of dawn. It might even be before the butt crack but it’s early anyway! This morning he had an interview for a promotion at work and was wearing a pair of dress pants. They crowd the cage and rather then have hubby grabbing at and adjusting his crotch in front of his bosses the entire time I ok’d him taking off his cage.

I went to tuck him in for this lovely little nap and figured he’d sleep really well after a good tease. Since I’d already had him out of the cage I decided to fill myself fill of his nice big cock. He actually hasn’t been inside me in days and I’ve cum quite a few times since he was allowed. That meant I was extremely tight when I went to slide down onto him. So tight it almost hurt to stretch my pussy, feeling all of him fill me up as I pushed down onto his lap.

I slowly lifted and lowered myself over and over again on him. Teasing his cock, going faster and faster edging him and then stopping. Again slowly teasing and squeezing him as I went up and down. Edging and stopping over and over as I rode him. I really wasn’t in the mood to cum but as I was there riding his cock there, staring me in the face on the shelf in our headboard was the Aeronos.

I told him to turn over because I was going to stuff his ass just I case I wanted to use it later it would be ready for me. I straddled his ass with my juicy wet pussy covering his cheeks. I rubbed myself all over his perfect little bum. I used my own horny sloppy pussy to lube the aeronos and I pushed it between his butt cheeks. Setting it just against his tight opening I began simulating pegging him. I pushed my hips against his but as I slid it in and out with my hand. One last hard trust towards his ass and I pushed it the whole way in.

Then I rubbed my clit on his ass, as if I was pegging him, and gave myself a nice big orgasm. My pussy was a dripping sloppy mess so I slid myself all over his butt, up his back, rubbing my juices all over him. When I had gotten to his head I told him to turn over and clean up his mess. He did and I covered him chin to forehead in my delicious goo. I climbed off of him and walked out of the room and left him to sleep, covered in me, my wetness, my scent, all over him.

How could I let you all go so long without you seeing the big boobies I have that I use to tease cagedmonkey with. This morning before he went to sleep I made sure to show him these beautiful big boobies and make him take this picture so he could share them with you.


I surely couldn’t leave it with just a picture, now could I? What kind of a cocktease would I be if I left you to your own imagination? Haha I also made him video this and create the gif for you all as well. I hope you enjoy my tasty titties and this tantalizing Tuesday!


Have a great day! 🙂

Today has been an awfully crazy day. I had a lot of phone calls to make to the health insurance company, the HR department at cagedmonkey’s work, the surgeons office and on and on. I’ve only got a few days left to try to get all of the disability and insurance stuff worked out for cagedmonkey’s surgery. Wee certainly want to be able to pay the bills and eat food while he’s out of work for a month. He will be going in on Thursday to have surgery to repair his elbow tendon. They will be cutting off the bad end of the tendon and reattaching it.

Anyway, that means I had to get him to get bloodwork done today too and take him to the eye doctor to get a new pair of contact lenses. We basically were running all day today so hubby got no actual sleep during the day. He did still have to get to work tonight so when we got home this evening I instructed him to take a nap on the couch. I hung out with the kids and got them all through their bedtime routine and tucked in bed. I decided I’d leave him there to sleep until 9pm so he got a good few hours to sleep before work.

When I finally did wake him (after 9!) we had some things to take care of, waking him up, dressed and getting him set for work. Well, I forgot to get his dinner ready so I started to rush around doing that and totally forgot that I had him uncaged last night for some teasing. (I do hope we write about that, it was incredibly hot!) So, as we are getting him out the door we’re like “Shit! Get the cage and put it on at work.” So I rush and throw the cage in a bag and dump it in his dinner bag.

Well he got to work and went to cage up and texts me to ask where the screw was. Ugh… FUCK! It’s here, with me! It’s my own fault for not waking him up sooner, for not having things ready in advance and for not making him cage before his nap. I know he’s nervous that I’m going to be upset and worried that he’s not caged. I’m actually not too worried, to be honest. I know he’s my good boy. I know he doesn’t want to fuck up what we have. I know he enjoys this as much as I do and he knows if he does cheat or touch my property without permission, that we won’t do this anymore. It’s no fun for me to deal with disobedience and if he doesn’t follow rules, I won’t bother having this kind of fun with him.

It’s my own fault I have a cage free monkey but I do know he’s a good monkey and he’ll behave himself.

Haha I just love alliteration! Yes this post gets two titles because I couldn’t decide and I liked them both – I’m a dork! 🙂

The other night was so wonderful. I made a pretty yummy dinner that we haven’t had in a while. After dinner we got the kids moving on some bedtime stuff and at 8pm they were off to bed and cagedmonkey and I had the night to spend together. While I was getting the kids tucked in, hubby was following the rules and removing the clothing from his body. Now that it is getting warmer again he is to go back to following the “no clothes when the kids aren’t around” rule. We keep our house so cold in the winter that I changed the rule a bit. It was so lovely to walk back into the living room to see his sexy naked body and that cage hanging there. It really is such a beautiful thing.

After a bit of a fight with the Xbox we managed to get a movie on to watch. We’d been waiting to see Interstellar since it came out but we didn’t have a babysitter. Last night was the first chance we had together to rent it and spend 3 hours watching it. It was an ok movie but I’m not quite sure what the hype was about. Anyway, I’m not here to give a movie review. I’m here to talk about what happened after the movie!

During the movie I kept rubbing my feet on cagedmonkey and pushing on his cage to remind him just how much I control him. At one point I mentioned to him to take off his cage and he didn’t hesitate. Wee actually did want to see the movie so I didn’t really start any major penis tormenting until after. When I did I dragged it out for a straight 45 mins. Which actually isn’t that long since I typically go about 2 hours sometimes when I tease him.

After the movie I told him we should continue our night in bed. Once we got in the bedroom I started stroking his cock, massaging his balls and getting him amazingly hard. He’s so fucking horny now that he’s been denied 2 and a half months. You know I just love the moans and whimpers out of him when I tease and deny his cock. Seriously I can’t even tell you how amazing it sounds and how arousing it is. Just writing about it and thinking about it right now is making my pussy quiver.

So for the next 45 minutes I did not stroke him fast and edge him over and over like I normally do. I spent those 45 minutes sloooooooowly stroking his cock, uuuuuuup and dooooowwwwwwn, soooooooooo slowly. I could hear the torture in his moans. Just up and down so slowly over and over without stopping. Yes, I have quite the stamina in my arms after teasing him at length like this for almost two years. I’ve also been at teasing his cock in one way or another for close to 15 years.

I really do enjoy feeling him in my hands, knowing that it’s pretty much my movements that control him. My stroking that controls his pleasure or his torment. My stroking that could end the torture and make him shot that hot load right up his stomach. I bet there would be so much right now too. I just continued to stroke, though, teasing him and holding him just under the edge, never really getting him there. Stroking, so slow. Using just my fingers at times to stroke his head and tease him, barely hitting that wonderful sweet spot on the underside that makes him jump and squirm.
One of the ways I tease and stroke cagedmonkey’s cock is to lay my hand flat on his belly, the base of his shaft nuzzled between my thumb and index finger. I gently put pressure on his pubic bone while I stroke him. His reaction makes me believe this gives him a more intense feeling but I suppose I should ask him. I know that it does something to him because there are times I will just place my hand there, on top of “mound” as I affectionately call it, and he will buck his hips and whimper out and “oh God.” As if he’s expecting something intense.

I very much enjoy teasing my boys cock. It really turns me on. It makes my pussy quivery and wet. Just writing about teasing his cock makes me quiver, I love it!

I’ll admit, I’ve been a little bit obsessed over our new fucking machine toy. There are just so many possibilities with this thing, my mind is flooded with possibilities! The idea of being slowly tortured by a machine that will never get tired, never feel bad for me, and I’m just forced to take what it gives me.

My Lady already touched on some of these fantasies in her previous post, such as being restrained and forced to watch her get fucked good and hard by the machine. I’m also very interested in how it will feel being slowly and deliberately pegged while locked in the stockade. Even the thought of being pegged by ML while the machine takes my mouth is really hot.

But, without a doubt, my strongest fantasy involves being slowly stroked by the machine for a long, LONG time. I’ve watched the video from ML’s last post quite a few times, and it really gets me going.

I imagine ML locking me in the stockade nice and tight, the waist pad set high enough so I can’t move my hips even the slightest inch. She then sets up the machine to stroke my cock at a maddeningly slow pace, enough to keep me hovering right near my orgasm but never enough to push me over; constant, unyielding teasing that i cannot escape from. My body tries to get the friction and speed it so badly needs to cum by thrusting forward, but the stockade prevents any movement at all. I have no way of getting what I need. I can only wait as the machine slowly breaks me.

As I slowly and inevitably lose my mind from sexual torture, ML goes about her day, often stopping by to rub my face in her pussy or to simply masturbate to orgasm right in front of me, tempting me with the pleasure that is dangling right out of reach.

Keeping me well lubed, My Lady uses the machine to torture me for hours and hours, perhaps even giving herself a nice good cum before drifting off to sleep. The machine doesn’t let me rest for a moment, continuously stroking me as ML sleeps soundly in the bed above me. How long would it take me to completely break down, sobbing and crying in desperate need for the torment to end one way or another? And how much longer would I be forced to endure it?

This fantasy sounds like it could end up feeling like pure hell by the end of it, yet it is something I know that I must experience. I need to feel what it’s like to be in that situation – completely powerless to stop the sexual torture that is being done to me. I wonder if ML has any plans to make this a reality for me.

My whole body was sore after Sunday night. Cagedmonkey was only off one night this week due to some overtime at work so we made sure to make the best of it. Not to mention the illness and craziness of the past two weeks. We finally got a chance to try out the new Sneaky Pete sex machine. When I bought it, I made sure to purchase the Fleshlight and attachment so I could tease and torment the hell out of him whether he was locked in the stockade or just pinned against the couch.

So the other night (as I was live tweeting his teasing) I made him head to the store to get the White Lithium grease we needed to lubricate the machine. We got it set up – literally took 5 mins – and positioned correctly for optimal torture of the man parts. You absolutely need to make sure there is lube both in the Fleshlight and on the penis when using the machine and be prepared to add lube as you go along. It soaks in rather quickly since it must be water based and the machine is non-stop.

I swear cagedmonkey was just hard with anticipation of the torture that was to come. The fucking machine has a dial in which to adjust the speed. It can go from 0-200 thrusts per minute. I sure did test those out on hubby. It was so much fun to go really really fast and suddenly stop, which was something that impressed me about the machine. It responds well to the turn dial and that helped when I certainly didn’t want to accidentally push him over the edge. Since I wasn’t the one feeling his body reactions with my hand I had to rely on his sounds and facial expressions. It worked really well!
I noticed how wet my pussy was getting while having that dial in my hand, controlling whatever pleasure or torment I wanted cagedmonkey to feel. My pussy literally quivered every time he would moan and whimper as he got closer to the edge. Hehe damn I love the way that sounds! Anyway, as much as I would like to explain it with my words, I was not the one feeling it so you will have to ask cagedmonkey to write a hot sexy “tortured cock” post about how it felt to have that machine thrusting at him. I can just imagine the mindfuckery that was happening there.
The best I can do is post the video I took so you can watch a small portion of the torment cagedmonkey went through the other night. I truly look forward to many more nights of using this machine for more than just torturing his cock. I plan to use it while I force him to watch me get fucked. I plan to use a probe and restrain him in the doggystyle bondage stockade and violate him… endlessly because the machine will not tire. I cannot wait to hear him beg me to make it stop while I giggle at him enduring whatever torment I want to entertain myself with.


I have this whole PTSD thing around the holidays and my birthday. In the past things always seem to happen on the holidays or surrounding them, whatever. Not good, happy things but icky usually bad things. Stuff like being in the emergency room on morphine with a kidney stone, people dying to feeling like the entire world forgot I was born.

Over the past almost two years since hubby and I made the decision to repair and renew our marriage, one of the things we’ve been working on is the PTSD from these holidays. I have to say that my anxiety around Valentine’s day and our Anniversary is now much less but my birthday is still a touchy spot, apparently! I didn’t realize it was until the days got closer and then… my worst nightmare! Our 15yo cat, that we’ve had since she was 3 weeks old, got deathly ill. She stopped eating, dropped a ton of weight (for a cat) and got very dehydrated. I kinda started freaking out thinking any minute was the end.

Finally on Saturday we took her to the vet, got some xrays to look for tumors because her respiratory rate was off, bloodwork, etc. Vet gave her fluids, a steroid to hopefully increase appetite and told us to wait for the results… until Tuesday. Ugh! I have to wait to find out if my cat is dying until Tuesday? My birthday, of all days? I was devastated and so was cagedmonkey. This cat is more his baby than anybody’s. He found her half dead behind a dumpster, she just clung to him and he knew he had to save her. Way back then we were told she’d be dead soon and not to get attached… here we are 15 years later!

Anyway, my point for this post is to say how my day turned out to be. Yesterday morning my amazing hubby brought me home some gorgeous bold colored flowers, he knows me so well!
He even made my heart melt by attempting to make me a “rainbow” cake, with the kids. It was so, oh my goodness, sweet of him and really just gave me this feeling inside I’m not sure I’ve felt in awhile. It was so wonderful to have someone go to such lengths to do something for me. It doesn’t matter that the cake went weird… It was simply the most loving generous thought.


Still tasted yummy!

The one thing that got me like no other was hubby’s card. I laughed so hard at his homemade card (as I usually do!) that I started coughing so hard and choking. Haha it was now his best card, to date, and my absolute favorite.





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I just adore my husband’s sense of humor. Though I also love his romantic sentimental side. Inside of this card my hubby wrote me a list for my 39th birthday. It was a list of 39 of the reasons that he loves me and every one of them nuzzled it’s way in my heart to help comfort the PTSD that comes from my birthday.

Not to mention the gift we got when the Vet called to say that, although there were a couple tumors on our cats lung, that she felt they were of little concern. The xray showed that some how our little old lady cat had broken a couple of ribs. We are being cautiously optimistic, treating her ribs with pain meds and giving her some antibiotics (she had a slightly elevated white cell count) and going to pray this was the reason she stopped eating.

So like I said, this birthday turned out to be so much more than I ever could have expected. So happy for my family and so happy for the news from the vet. So, thank you cagedmonkey, for making my day great, I’m lucky to have you! 🙂