Marriage

I have to admit, my sex life is pretty damn great at the moment. Not only are My Lady and I having the time of our lives with each other, we’ve been enjoying the opportunity to share this side of our lives with some “like minded” people that we have met recently. It’s been crazy and fun and exciting all at the same time.

But then, sometimes, I just wanna tell real life to go screw itself.

I understand that ML and I are more than just kinky bloggers on the internet – we are people, parents, family members. We have situations that come up that are more important than finding a new way for ML to torture me sexually. I know this, and I accept this… but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.

It has been a little while since ML and I have enjoyed some serious play time together. Since we moved, we have been able to take advantage of Grandma’s babysitting services; this allowed us to have some time with no kids in the house (so we could be as loud as we wanted, wink wink) and we also found time to go to a couple of fetish meet-ups in our area (more on that later). It was something that was difficult to set up in the past, thanks to living so far away from our families and the somewhat special needs of our daughter requiring more than your garden variety babysitter. So, as you can imagine, it was a relief to not have to worry about having the kids in the house when, for instance, ML wanted to lock me in the stockade and abuse my ass with the fucking machine.

So, as you can also imagine, it was kind of a letdown when plans fell through to leave the kids at Grandma’s for Thanksgiving weekend. I’ll admit I have an issue with expectations, although I’m much better than I used to be. But when it’s been a while since My Lady and I have had time to play, and we are looking forward to a weekend of the house to ourselves… it’s hard not to feel like I’m being screwed (and not in any of the ways I was hoping for).

It just seems like whenever ML and I want to get some time in for some fun, we never quite get around to it. Our podcast is a great example: we’ve had tons of fun recording our podcast episodes, and we are so happy that they’ve become so popular with our followers. We’ve wanted to do an episode on the fetish meet-up that we went to for weeks now, but various distractions keep popping up (work schedule, kids schedule, appointments, etc.). It’s frustrating, to say the least.

Like I said, I’ve been doing a lot better with this type of thing lately… but I can’t help it when those feelings of “when again?” start to materialize. I know that I can just be patient, that we have plenty of time together – the other day, ML and I were talking about anniversary plans for years ahead, and ML said, “I think, when we hit our 20th anniversary, I’m just going to be totally wet all the time” (how great is that???) – but I don’t want to be patient. I want more of the good stuff. 🙂

So I’ve been craving something “scene-y” for the past couple of days; not really anything crazy or new, but just something intense. Acknowledging the craving is okay, because I know it’s not something I will go without for long. I’m just trying to stop myself from asking that all-too-familiar question of mine: “When?”

A couple of weeks ago cagedmonkey and I had the pleasure of being part of and officiating a kinky wedding for a couple of our best friends. It was a very small home ceremony but do you really need more than just a few people to witness such an amazing thing between two people? We loved every minute of being part of this with them. Our evening started off with dinner and just your everyday hanging out while a couple friends arrived and we got the kids to bed. This beautiful ceremony was celebrated by our Mistress and slave couple, cagedmonkey and I and another Domme and her sub husband. We all had a few drinks but not too much that we were sloshed! At about midnight or so – just to make sure the kids were good and asleep! – our lovely couple went to get dressed in their ceremony clothing. Mistress was dressed in a lovely red lace baby doll style top and her slave bride wearing a beautiful white wedding dress, with “Bride” panties and some gorgeous heels. He was put together by the Domme friend who helped with his make up, did his hair and got his tiara in place – we wouldn’t want his Mistress to see the bride before the wedding, would we? Before we began cagedmonkey and the sub husband were told to remove their clothes and us ladies stayed dressed. The ceremony began with the couple standing facing each other while cagedmonkey addressed them and there is no way that I can describe the heartfelt and very funny words he used, so I decided to just copy and paste the bulk of his words here in this post. I’ve obviously took the names out of it and replaced them with “Mistress” and “slave.” 🙂

We gather here today to celebrate the joining of “Mistress” and “slave” in kinky matrimony. The love and sexual connection that these two share is something that should be cherished in today’s world, where “kinky” is no longer specific enough.The fact that a man who enjoys being dominated and feminized can find a woman who desires her very own she-male slut bride is a true blessing in this life.

It is a slave’s mission to show devotion to his mistress, and to serve her from head to toe. It is a slave’s mission to make his mistress feel beautiful from head to toe, and to service all of her needs at a moment’s notice no matter what the situation. In order to show his commitment and devotion, “slave” will now worship the feet of “Mistress” until she feels truly adored and satisfied.

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A slave must give himself fully to his mistress. He must sacrifice himself for the sake of his mistress’s desires, no matter how painful or difficult that sacrifice must be. As a gift for his new mistress, “slave” will now present himself to “Mistress” for a full and thorough spanking.

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The responsibilities in a D/s relationship do not lie with the submissive alone; the dominant must control the submissive in an appropriate way. A mistress must keep her slave, hold him as her own, and control him in a way that the slave ultimately needs. To show her willingness to control in this way, “Mistress” will now plug “slave’s” ass and take her control over him to a “deeper” level.

And now, it is time for the exchanging of vows:

“slave” – Do you promise to give yourself to “Mistress”, to dress as her slutty she-male bride whenever she wants, to subject yourself to every filthy desire she may have, to serve her needs in any way she requires, for as long as you both shall live?

“Mistress” – Do you promise to take “Slave” as your personal love slave, to use him sexually in ways even he cannot imagine, to force him to wear slutty woman’s clothing whenever you wish, to show him the fullness of your control over him whenever he needs to feel it, for as long as you both shall live?

With the unofficial power invested in me, by nobody in particular, I now pronounce you “Mistress” and “Slave.”

…You may now milk the slut-bride.

It truly was a beautiful night, and I don’t even think you can see, in the picture, how dark those marks are from the spanking he received. There were three things Mistress used to give him his beating. She used her crop (which I know you can see a good mark from it in the picture above), the quirt whip and the wooden paddle her slave so generously handmade for her with love.

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The slave bride was plugged with a rather large jeweled plug, it was so pretty when his Mistress spread his ass and presented it to the guests. During the exchanging of the vows our couple exchanged some jewelry that really had a lot of special meaning for them. After such a long night the “you may now milk the bride” didn’t go as planned. I believe the slave bride was awfully tired and mixed with the alcohol not a whole lot was happening. The overall night was amazing though and it didn’t even matter about that. We were completely blessed to be able to share this with our friends and we want to wish them so many more years together, forever, to enjoy this life!!

One thing I loved was, after the ceremony, I was able to try out the crop (it’s a bit more sturdy than mine!) and the quirt whip. The quirt was amazing and I totally want one! 🙂 The Domme friend also had a good time lining up her sub husband and the bride next to each other and going at their bottoms with the crop and the quirt again. Us ladies got quite the chuckle out of them as they stood there squirming from her swatting their asses. We had a wonderful time, met some fantastic new friends and enjoyed sharing in the love of this couple. Thank you for allowing us to be part of it!! We love you!!

I realized today means quite a bit to me. November 21, 2013 has such a depth for me and I realized it when I was looking back at those silly memory things on Facebook. It means more than the day cagedmonkey handed me the keys to his chastity cage and asked that I take control of the most intimate parts of himself. That day, in itself, was such a beautiful moment, him kneeling in front of me and telling me that nothing would make him happier than for me to accept the keys and take full control. I do wish I could remember those exact words but the moment sticks in my mind anyway. 

However, wearing a chastity device, a removable device, is one thing but agreeing to be permanently marked, showing your devotion and submission and your love is something completely deeper. Today, three years ago, I took cagedmonkey to get his Chastity tattoo and I absolutely love that he has given himself completely to me. I am his and he is mine, we belong to each other and with each other. I can feel it every time I touch his skin. Almost 17 years later and it still feels electric. It’s comforting feeling his arms around me. 

Thank you, my darling subby hubby, for being mine and not being afraid to make it permanent and forever. I will forever wear your key as you wear my lock!

Just a quick post to let you all know we will be out of town for a few days! In a few short days cagedmonkey and I will be celebrating a beautiful union in both the Vanilla, friends and family traditional way and the kinky only those in the know way. I’m really looking forward to seeing such an amazing couple become one. Since this blog focuses on the kinky side of things that is where I will take this post.

On Saturday, we will get to witness one of our best friends taking her she-male slave as her wife, to control and own and have in whatever way she pleases. I think that is a beautiful thing. She is not only making the commitment to him to be his wife but he is making that same kinky commitment to her. He is promising to be her she-male slave wife to serve and please her in whatever way she wants. Giving himself to her fully to control and be what she wants him to be, whether the big strong man who can fuck her or the sissy feminine slave wife she deserves. It’s really interesting being a part of this and more so that cagedmonkey gets to officiate the kinky wedding! He’s written some beautiful things for these two and I look forward to being part of it.

I do wish I could go into much more detail and all that and those of you that know… already know… those of you that don’t, I wish you could!!!! Anyway, it’s going to be a fun weekend!!

Monkey in a Cage is back with another episode of the podcast! I know it’s been a little bit since we’ve gotten one up but here it is. If you follow us or subscribe to our podcast on Soundcloud.com you already got the notification that we posted a new podcast. Go you!!

Cagedmonkey and I were quite inspired by Drunk History, so in this episode we decided it might be fun to answer some questions from our readers and followers on a podcast while intoxicated. We were asked some questions about pegging, how it feels teasing and communication. Thank you again to our followers who asked questions on Twitter before and during our recording. We didn’t do a whole lot of editing to this so you get to hear all of the drunken slurs and tangents we get off on. We hope you enjoy!! 🙂

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My Lady is so incredibly sexy – every single inch of her body turns me on, and I’m not shy at all in letting her know it.

Of course, her titties and ass get me horny, but it’s more than that. Her eyes are so beautiful, her hands feel so good on my body, and her skin feels so amazing against mine.

Most people would classify ML as a BBW, and I would agree. But whether or not ML’s body type has a label, I can’t deny that I find it so fucking sexy! Last night, I showed ML just how much I love her body by giving her a little bit of body worship.

I kissed ML’s body all over as she relaxed on the bed, slowly tracing my tongue up and down her skin. She moaned as I paid attention to all of the wonderful parts of her body, even the ones that I know she worries might not be so attractive.

Obviously, she has no idea what she’s talking about.

I kissed her stomach, massaged her skin, licking every inch of her body from her hips to her neck. I could feel her relaxing more and more as each second passed, her confidence in her sexiness growing with each touch of my lips.

I love making ML feel sexy like this; she deserves to feel that way because she is sexy as fuck!

After some time kissing ML’s tummy, I had her turn over so I could give her back some tongue worship, as well. When I said I love every inch of her body, I meant it! I kissed and licked her body up and down very slowly, each time moving farther down until I was licking from her neck down to the top of her ass crack and back again. It wasn’t long before she was wiggling her hips, trying to get me to move even lower…

Of course, I gave her what she wanted. I gave her sexy asshole some tongue worship as she squealed with pleasure. Yes, even her asshole is so amazingly sexy, and I wanted her to know that. 🙂

I’m not exaggerating when I say My Lady is my ultimate sexual fantasy woman – she is absolutely perfect for me, and I love that I can show her how much she turns me on. I’m also glad she likes it, because I can’t help but get horny over her fucking sexy body!

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With all of the craziness of the moving and the new job and all that stuff, I feel terrible that I haven’t had the opportunity to write all that much lately. I guess getting 3.5 hours sucked out of your day just by simply commuting to work doesn’t leave all that much time for horny thoughts.

But then again… when you’ve gone without an orgasm for 176 days, those thoughts find their own time. 🙂

Now that we are settled in our new home (or at least on the way to getting there) and my work schedule is a little more stable, there will be a hell of a lot more time for me to write… and plenty of time for me to dwell in my own crushing horniness.

Yesterday, ML and I completed a major goal for ourselves in making the apartment our own – we got the new bed fully put together, placed the box spring and mattress, and finally got it “sleep ready.” We’ve been waiting so long! We finally got it done. We also had to test out if “sleep ready” also meant “fuck ready.”

Any excuse, right? 🙂

Good news to report: it passed with flying colors. No crazy kinky sex, no bondage or restraints or anything (yet)… just the regular damn fucking good amazing sex that ML and I can’t seem to stop having.  🙂 It felt so damn good, I had to text a video to one of our good friends, just to share the joy.

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Enjoy, my good friends.

I think that getting…

Oh God… fuck, my wife has an amazing ass….

Ok sorry, I got distracted… as I was saying….

There was a moment during last night’s sex where I really felt that I wanted to cum. So far, yeah I’ve wanted to cum, because almost a full half year since I’ve done so, duh… but I’ve also been enjoying the denial so much, and the novelty of a year without orgasms has always made it a “yeah, we’re gonna do it” thing. But last night… it was different.

Last night I really wanted it. I wanted to say “fuck it, getting this far is enough, I really need to cum.” I seriously contemplated just continuing fucking ML until I came inside her, and I’d come up with some sort of excuse later on why it wasn’t my fault (“I swear, honey, I tried to stop, but…. El Niño!”).

I think the whole “settling in” and actually having a place to live now is not just allowing me to get back to normal, but all of the feelings that have been put off for the past handful of weeks are rushing back in one big wave. ML and I had a little bit of “standing against the kitchen counter” sex this morning, and I whimpered when I had to stop. It hasn’t been this bad in a long time… ever? Possibly.

My Lady is worried that my horniness has plateaued… I think there’s still plenty of Mt. Horniest to climb. 🙂

Ok maybe not an actual bondage bed but we recently went furniture shopping for our new apartment and I found a bed I just had to have.

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I couldn’t help but think how amazing it would be to have him bound spread eagle to this bed. I just had to talk him into getting it (it didn’t really take much talking into lol). There are just so many possibilities with this bed. Also the nightstands have usb ports and outlet plugs right in them so I certainly won’t need an extension cord for the wand anymore haha.

So today is Valentine’s Day, and it’s been far from the best of days. ML and I woke up to some family drama – nothing too terrible and not involving our immediate family, but serious nonetheless. And it kinda went downhill from there, culminating in a burst water pipe thanks to a week of mega-freezing temperatures.

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If the ceiling fell in, it wouldn't be a surprise.

It’s been a rough day. I’ve already started working on getting drunk, and I doubt ML will be far behind me. It’s just one of those days that you want to be over and move on from.

It’s funny, though… it’s still Valentine’s Day, and we both found time in our horrible day to show our love for each other. I am really blessed to be married to a woman like her: someone who can make me smile on even the worst days. Someone who I know is on my side, no matter how bad things get. Someone who is a partner in parenting, a partner in love, and a partner in life.

If this sounds like this post is turning into one of those “I love my wife so much,” corny, romantic, Valentine’s Day posts… well, you’re right. Got a problem with that? Didn’t think so.

Wishing a VERY Valentine’s Day to everyone out there – for the few hours that are left, anyway. I hope that no matter how bad things get, that you look ahead with open eyes, open arms, and an open heart.

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Insert incredibly cute Valentine's Day photo here.

Cagedmonkey wrote the other day about “Maybe Day” and his thoughts on it. He asked me how I felt about his post since it wasn’t something we had talked about with each other. I figured I’d respond here. Honestly… I don’t know how I feel about it. I have known my hubby for 16 years now and he’s never been ok with the unknown. In a way it makes me feel good that he’s grown and in a place now where he trusts me so much that he would be ok with doing away with Maybe Day. I love that he’s gotten here with us and our relationship that he would be ok with me just deciding when, where, how, and if he ever came again without giving him the whole “it’s supposed to happen this day” thing. I could always change my mind and make it happen before or push him longer. It is ALWAYS my decision when but we always had that goal or that “finish line” if you will. I feel like maybe it gave him something to look forward to so he worked to get there. I started to worry a bit that if he didn’t have that date to look forward to he would just eventually give up on trying or even wanting an orgasm. I do LOVE the desperate need to have one when he’s denied and teased and aching. Then again I guess it would sort of be the same as always because ANY day could be maybe day.

 

So really this post probably accomplished nothing as I honestly don’t know how I feel – I guess I’m a little worried and a lot happy, like I said, it feels good to know that his trust has grown that I would not just NEVER give him one again or that I would ever lock him up and leave him. It feels good knowing that he knows that would never happen. That I need him just as much as he needs me. That I love our intimacy just as much as he does and I crave feeling him. I actually do enjoy making him orgasm and giving him that pleasure but I enjoy teasing the fuck out of him and denying him just a wee bit more – that’s why he is locked up, teased and denied a whole lot more than he is given orgasms!! 🙂